The name of this site was derived from this little poem I wrote about a man in an art museum, the Seattle Art Museum actually, and the man was struggling greatly with the need to use a specific word on one of those handy dandy piles of words on magnets that people use to make poetry. The man simply would not give up on the word he'd chosen, and I watched many minutes as he finally forced the words to fit into his purposes.
The moral of the story, of course, is that writing cannot be forced. Writing is Art.