WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.440 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.440 --> 00:00:03.380 align:middle line:84% "How I Happened to Write," originally, this 00:00:03.380 --> 00:00:05.130 align:middle line:84% was to tell how I happened to write novels 00:00:05.130 --> 00:00:06.310 align:middle line:90% but now I'm writing poetry. 00:00:06.310 --> 00:00:09.411 align:middle line:84% So it's now how I happened to write poetry 00:00:09.411 --> 00:00:10.890 align:middle line:90% or whatever you like. 00:00:10.890 --> 00:00:12.890 align:middle line:84% Make yourselves comfortable with it. 00:00:12.890 --> 00:00:17.640 align:middle line:84% So they come at me like vengeful children toward the drowsy wife 00:00:17.640 --> 00:00:22.560 align:middle line:84% beater father sitting helpless in his favorite chair. 00:00:22.560 --> 00:00:25.860 align:middle line:84% The newspaper dead at his side, his supper 00:00:25.860 --> 00:00:29.300 align:middle line:84% stained shirt miss-buttoned baggy 00:00:29.300 --> 00:00:32.840 align:middle line:84% pants unzipped, his eyes widening 00:00:32.840 --> 00:00:35.990 align:middle line:90% like cracks in yellow plaster. 00:00:35.990 --> 00:00:39.070 align:middle line:84% They come quicker now, I have to stand 00:00:39.070 --> 00:00:42.450 align:middle line:90% on the lid to keep them down. 00:00:42.450 --> 00:00:48.270 align:middle line:84% No longer is it a matter of months, days, hours, 00:00:48.270 --> 00:00:53.780 align:middle line:84% the last one took a minute to write, a second to stop. 00:00:53.780 --> 00:00:56.870 align:middle line:84% It hurts to write like this, with words falling 00:00:56.870 --> 00:00:59.750 align:middle line:84% against my head like steel mallets 00:00:59.750 --> 00:01:02.630 align:middle line:84% and the scrawny fists of starving children 00:01:02.630 --> 00:01:05.570 align:middle line:84% who stare out from eyes at my hands, 00:01:05.570 --> 00:01:08.500 align:middle line:90% asleep and empty pockets. 00:01:08.500 --> 00:01:09.000 align:middle line:90%