Sunday, 01 February 2009
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Poetry
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You suggested that I read A Beautiful Day, and I did. It was great, it reminded me of many days I've spent laying in my bed waiting for the end. But that's not as miserable as it sounds. Only the happiest person accepts death (even just the idea of it), and who knows when the end will come? It could be tomorrow for all I know. So I think I'm doing pretty well for myself. I appreciated that poem a lot, you are very straightforward with what you are trying to say. much better than my way of writing (all of my ideas tend to be muddled by too many and too flowery words). But I appreciate all the feedback regardless. On a couple side notes, I've never been to a shrink. Any kind of therapy. I have, ah, trust issues? I suppose. The "shrink" I was talking about was merely music. and not just one person or artist, but all. It's the only shrink I've ever known, and I'd be a miserable wreck without it. Luckily, with all the technology today it isn't hard to have a shrink of that kind with you at all hours of the day. You asked if one of the poem was about me. Yes, I suppose it was, when looking at it from a micro level. From a macro level, it's about everyone. Nobody knows the way anything in our little, tiny world works. As many answers scientists feed down our throat, there is no way to know for sure. No other planet, other life form to compare it to. We are utterly lost without any form of a scale, but that's humanity and we've learned to live with it. But if we did know the answers, I can't decide if it would make the world more or less beautiful- but I think I'd cry either way.
@sanity_mistakezz_me - thanks for the extensive comment. My poetry is more straightforward than most. Sort of old-school I think, also in that it has a rhyming scheme. I liked your poetry a lot, though, it had power, and emotional content, and it moved, if that makes sense, like I could feel emotions changing as it went on. Sometimes if you just let it flow, something from inside takes over and it ends up with a structure and a logic that comes from somewhere, the subconscious or something. Mine usually do try to say something, but that's kind of uncommon these days. I actually do kind of like my own poetry (some of it), but I know I'm not a real poet, in that I don't understand or appreciate most poetry that I read - a lot of which I just flat out don't like, and this is stuff that gets published.
Also, when I asked whether that poem was about you, of course any good poem is universal, and I didn't mean to suggest it wasn't. What I really meant is that it could be read as something self-critical, or as something criticizing someone else, and I liked better reading it as self-critical. But in that many of us (especially me) are self-critical, it is definitely universal. I doubt I would like it if I couldn't relate to it.
@andyglasser - Oh, I see what you mean. Yes, I'm extremely self-critical. Maybe that's what makes it so easy to write such miserable poetry? Haha but now knowing you don't really like poetry and yet you like mine, I'm quite honored.
The Writer - which you slyly suggested to me I guess in hopes that I'd have another cup of coffee, ha :).
It's a nice sonnet--having written in coffee shops myself I could definitely relate. Such an interesting environment, peering into other people's lives as they busy themselves with whatever around you.
I liked these lines best:
And this I know, I know what they are feeling
I close my eyes to open theirs wide
That's a very interesting perspective, and I relate with the feeling of isolation at the end as well. How strange is it to be surrounded, only for the crowd to make you more aware of your alone-ness?
@merriej - Thanks for the comment. I don't really consider myself a poet, nor a great fan of most poetry, but somehow I like some of my own, despite all that. It's nice to get a comment on this, one of my favorites, from someone who "gets it."
As for coffee. I struggle as well. I like it, but I notice many objective measures of its counterproductivity for me, and I try not to drink it much. That was one of the problems with writing in coffee shops. The other problem is that while I liked people watching, and occassionally could incorporate it into what I was writing, it is a better place for enjoying at leisure than a place to go when I want to get work done.