sap:
Advice from the poets. "To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the [PhD student] now." – Samuel Beckett.

kit:
I respond to your 'advice' with this line of Oscar Wilde, which sums something up for me: "I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again." Except that it isn't even proofs but rawest drafts upon which I perform this fruitless surgery!

sap:
Nice riposte! But good sir, follow not his advice. Yeats used to say he'd had a "good day" with his poetry when he managed to eke out one line. One
instead needs to follow the example of the "moving finger" of Time itself as described in the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam,
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line..."

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Eve doesn’t bite the apple herself she shares it with two creatures - - or “she broke it in pieces and put the pieces out on the log and sat watching for the birds and the little mammals to come”