to write and keep
on writing he says with
final conviction requires
zero talent because all you
have to do
is to keep on writing
even without purpose
even without knowing what
comes next
what happens after
but there is a way to
make a difference
shy away from fame,
respect the masters
by never never ever
telling them your real
name, and when they
ask for it and find you
tell them it was not
you and never you for
as you see and you swear
you were never cultured
never intellectualized
never influenced
never knew whether the
rules in tablets exist
like the law of Moses
you never was a learned
gentlemen whom women
adore and dream about,
you swear again,
fame is the most irrelevant
thing and you never
liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem