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UnderYourSpell said:
Can I come with your pleeeeeeeeeze I'd like to know what it's like to have a blissfull childhood
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wait a second! i misspoke! eegad! what a dolt i can be! so many exclamation points must, surely, be getting attention!

*extends a hand to UYS* of course you can come on the swing with me :D let's goof off & be blissfully, youthful & ignorant together - yippee!

ETA: um... oops on the double post - soooooo very sorry - didn't mean to muck up the pond
 
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mind if i jack the thread for a sec?

(smack me if you do cuz i'm jumping in again instead of waiting for permission)

pet peeves - i have several. y'all have any?

1. people passing judgment (i try try try not to but i know i do it)
2. misspellings and poor grammar (i'm very guilty of both)
3. what is "normal"???? i say i'm normal but i'm not - yet i'm not a fringe-dweller either - so wth is normal and why is normal in the middle of things? is that really where it sits?
4. close-mindedness
5. self-centeredness (eegad - i can't even count the number of times i've been suffused with the glorious light of the selfish, self-centered, egotistical twit)
6. people not cleaning up after themselves (i'm not talking about households sharing tasks like laundry, dishes, etc. - i'm talking about actually not cleaning/picking up after oneself)
7. cynicism (it's one thing to be realistic & another to be cynical)
8. the legal system is set up to protect those who don't break it and non-law-abiding criminals - yeah, you heard me... the law is effective when you have law-abiding criminals - otherwise, you have a 50/50 chance of it working at all
9. victims who self-victimize (i've been victimized - I Am Not A Victim - no judgment - i just hate that people don't give themselves more credit for survival, adaptability, learning, etc. - i also don't like when people self-victimize in order to get attention - that takes away from the validity of the victimization & is exceedingly detrimental).
10. attention whores, news porn, sensationalism, emotionalizing everything to the point that people become desensitized

i think i'll stop there with the thread jacking - sorry - not trying to disrupt the fireside equilibrium, was just near my own fire and had a spark or two :D
 
Smacking people ain't my thing. :rose: Occasional rant at the world? Sure. But no actual smacking. :heart:

And if I was your pet I think the coexistence would go along smooth, except I might peeve you on a few of those. Do you equate not cleaning up with a tendency to let things clutter and pile? If so, I'd probably get on your nerves pretty quick. But most of the rest... could go on for several chunky paragraphs.

But for now, just wanted to announce the New Poems have been perused. More than once. Now, the perusal was early in the morning and my state of reception was narrow. It was tempting to just say 'not much struck me today' but then I waited, looked again and a few aren't bad at all. When this local environment is more friendly for it, like this evening, impressions will appear.

By the way: it probably looks bad for a reviewer to have a poem posted on the day of their review. Or not bad. Just a bit suspect. It wasn't the plan. The plan was for yesterday. But it didn't appear yesterday but when I got around to deleting it for a later time, They already snagged it for today. Actually already see places it could've benefited with another wait, look, touch up.

Okay... be back later this evening.
 
miss_trust said:
(smack me if you do cuz i'm jumping in again instead of waiting for permission)

pet peeves - i have several. y'all have any?

1. people passing judgment (i try try try not to but i know i do it)
2. misspellings and poor grammar (i'm very guilty of both)
3. what is "normal"???? i say i'm normal but i'm not - yet i'm not a fringe-dweller either - so wth is normal and why is normal in the middle of things? is that really where it sits?
4. close-mindedness
5. self-centeredness (eegad - i can't even count the number of times i've been suffused with the glorious light of the selfish, self-centered, egotistical twit)
6. people not cleaning up after themselves (i'm not talking about households sharing tasks like laundry, dishes, etc. - i'm talking about actually not cleaning/picking up after oneself)
7. cynicism (it's one thing to be realistic & another to be cynical)
8. the legal system is set up to protect those who don't break it and non-law-abiding criminals - yeah, you heard me... the law is effective when you have law-abiding criminals - otherwise, you have a 50/50 chance of it working at all
9. victims who self-victimize (i've been victimized - I Am Not A Victim - no judgment - i just hate that people don't give themselves more credit for survival, adaptability, learning, etc. - i also don't like when people self-victimize in order to get attention - that takes away from the validity of the victimization & is exceedingly detrimental).
10. attention whores, news porn, sensationalism, emotionalizing everything to the point that people become desensitized

i think i'll stop there with the thread jacking - sorry - not trying to disrupt the fireside equilibrium, was just near my own fire and had a spark or two :D
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I'm the most untidiest person you could hope to meet which would be fine if ones husband would leave well alone as it is it's like living with a poltergeist ...... and he will pick my socks up off the floor and stick them in the wash basket after just one use! Lot of attention whores on here gal \o holds hand up on that on occassion!

How about the odd spank hmmnmm?
 
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An odd one?
Maybe, except I haven't behaved so to deserve such a thing, even an odd one.
You?
 
Oh. I suppose. Whatever works, you know... service to my fellow humans.
 
aw man... caught the reminiscent fever on a winter night. Sip of wine? Maybe.
 
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ah well the wine's been going down smooth and tomorrow will certainly exact a toll, but tomorrow has not yet come.

Sheila, thanks for the kind words. My view of the problem areas in the thing I gave out differ from yours. Somewhat. I did fiddle a lot with the 'wonder' and the 'burns' part, and never felt the version that came to the Lit poetry section was necessarily the best. But I didn't worry much about it. The part I felt the boots of hindsight kicking the hardest was the line about the maddened imagism. That was a slight fuck up. An earlier version used 'imagination' or something like that. I forget what the 'maddened' combo was but I do recall sort of switching them around. Found 'imagism' to be a better word. But I regret 'maddened' because I think some verb would've worked better.

On the other hand... that you found a line to your distaste is really more complimentary than otherwise, because you will more likely remember the words you didn't like more than those you did?

Something for all poets and their kin to think about.
 
hmmnmm said:
ah well the wine's been going down smooth and tomorrow will certainly exact a toll, but tomorrow has not yet come.

Sheila, thanks for the kind words. My view of the problem areas in the thing I gave out differ from yours. Somewhat. I did fiddle a lot with the 'wonder' and the 'burns' part, and never felt the version that came to the Lit poetry section was necessarily the best. But I didn't worry much about it. The part I felt the boots of hindsight kicking the hardest was the line about the maddened imagism. That was a slight fuck up. An earlier version used 'imagination' or something like that. I forget what the 'maddened' combo was but I do recall sort of switching them around. Found 'imagism' to be a better word. But I regret 'maddened' because I think some verb would've worked better.

On the other hand... that you found a line to your distaste is really more complimentary than otherwise, because you will more likely remember the words you didn't like more than those you did?

Something for all poets and their kin to think about.
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Don't EVER change a poem because of something I said. It's not like I know what I'm talking about. Just opinion. facts continue to elude me..
 
well dear S, that's the beauty of all this: all is subject to change, and all that is done at any given time will always be done slightly different than another time.

All the answers came to me about twenty-four hours ago. I know they are the answers because now that the wine fog has mostly gone away (except for a spotty veil), those answers remain as clear as they were.

If I can ever figure out how to explain all these answers I shall do so. They may not apply to all but maybe to some.

Part of the answer has to do with - and I'll probably have to seek shelter and change my name and everything - I find that the actual construction of a well-made poem is about the least important... or, that's not the objective. For me at least. A poem would be just one of many possible vehicles to attempt to get across... well, something. Anything. An idea. A vision. A memory. The possible things one would want to get across or out are really endless. And anytime an idea (or the whatever) is put into any vehicle, something always goes different than you can possibly plan. It will always arrive imperfect. Like this attempt to get across a few grains of these answers. So it would make sense that if the idea presented does not match the vision in the mind, the vehicle used will and must deliver imperfections. Like a poem. I was about to wrap it up here and say that sometimes the vehicle completely crashes. But even then... at least there's the dramatic potential.

well that's enough of that for now.

Oh and a typewriter. Must get a typewriter. Manual. Must do that. Clack clack clack. Yes... oh yes.
 
Liked your analogy about the fuel, Sheila. Because a vehicle needs the power. Like that a lot. See, that's the stuff I happen to find more interesting than strict poetry. Poetry can be just one bucket. A beautiful bucket, a finely decorated bucket for sure, but not the only bucket. Something like that.

Then I recalled they have the Construction Zone Thread somewhere around here. Which is one of those great idea features I forget about. But that got me to thinking: too bad Lit doesn't have some kind of category like that. Sort of a members' blog/in-progress stories/prose/poetry/audio/illustrated, etc... could open up comments. What does anybody think so far? when or if you get a final version, then submit it as a real submission.

There was more, but I forgot. Man I can't handle the wine like the old days. Got soft. There's still some more. Probably should just get rid of it. Like drink it. That'd be smart. Heh.
 
ty, hmmnmmish.

You bring up another point that I have been thinking about a lot lately.. wine.. wine and other crutches..

Not that you use wine as a crutch, mind you. I enjoy wine. Nothing like a good class of Cabernet Sauvignon to savor. But, I have, in the past, used alcohol as a crutch to sterilize, placate, and numb. I can't anymore, due to medications that I have to take-- or trust me, this post would be much darker.

Medications, another crutch. Though, I'd probably be dead without mine. A necessary crutch. The cig burning. I put so much energy into avoiding. So, is poetry just another crutch even if it is a positive one at that. Although instead of a crutch to use to avoid pain, it's one I use to deal with pain. Same with my art. Crutches allowing healing. Will I ever not need them?
 
You know, I don't think I ever thought of that: the crutches. There's no way to convey the quizzical ponderous facial contortions I began to perform and continue to perform even as I peck at these keys.

I shall go and consider and return when I get some gel.

But, if we're talking vehicles... crutches could be considered a sort of vehicle. Right? I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but you only need crutches if you're trying to get somewhere. Right?

There wasn't much wine left. I'm getting rid of it without wasting it. Just right. Cigarettes are my bane. Addiction. The only one. I dabbled with other stuff that's notorious for addictive qualities, but I didn't get addicted. But the cigs... damn things.

Well, off to drink and think and smoke. Be back with goodies.

yum
 
wonder if we sometimes get attracted to a destination that is no more than mirage? Or maybe it is real but it keeps scooting away just when we almost get there? and if we're lucky we see we've been chasing after something or trying to get someplace that isn't us; lucky to see it while we still can change course?
 
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hmmnmm said:
wonder if we sometimes get attracted to a destination that is no more than mirage? Or maybe it is real but it keeps scooting away just when we almost get there? and if we're lucky we see we've been chasing after something or trying to get someplace that isn't us; lucky to see it while we still can change course?
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As far as crutches being vehicles, yes, very true. However, if relied on too much, they can inhibit progress.

All my destinations are merely mirages. I have long thought that is part of my problem. Mirages are unattainable. Could I settle for a concrete destination? Probably not...

unless that destination is Vegas. I haven't been there in awhile.
 
Or... thinking about the crutches... the ideal would be to dispense with the crutches and just Exist. We would be poems come to life, walking around... maybe in another dimension... not in this one... looks like we're stuck with imperfect means... because really, writing of any kind is a pain, a great pain. but what do ya do? sigh...
 
hmmnmm said:
Or... thinking about the crutches... the ideal would be to dispense with the crutches and just Exist. We would be poems come to life, walking around... maybe in another dimension... not in this one... looks like we're stuck with imperfect means... because really, writing of any kind is a pain, a great pain. but what do ya do? sigh...
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IMHO, the ideal would be to be able to create just because you can. Not because you HAVE to or you can't breathe. Not because you won't be able to sleep until you get it out of your head and onto the page or canvas-- whatever your vice.

We are the poems already. Everyone.

But creating as a crutch is not so much my worry. Creating is a crutch that helps me deal with the pain. It's the other crutches that irk me sometimes. And, yeah, cigs are my only addiction, but they are not my only self-destructive, numbing crutch. Even entertainment is a crutch that irritates me sometimes. Irritates me because I use it to lose myself and time to avoid facing things that hold me hostage.
 
Funny, because just before I read your reply I was thinking something and then your thing about all of us being poems built on what I was thinking, and I think I have to wonder if we're already poems why exert so much expense in writing one? Maybe we think we're advancing but the real advancement would be to go back to grunts and vibrations. Doesn't that sound beautiful? Hear that? Ugh. :cattail:
 
hmmnmm said:
Funny, because just before I read your reply I was thinking something and then your thing about all of us being poems built on what I was thinking, and I think I have to wonder if we're already poems why exert so much expense in writing one? Maybe we think we're advancing but the real advancement would be to go back to grunts and vibrations. Doesn't that sound beautiful? Hear that? Ugh. :cattail:
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grunts & vibrations... always beautiful until my neighbor complains.

Does being a poem incarnate exist without the recognition as such?
Recognition not necessarily by the individual in question, but by someone.
 
Have you ever thought that you are the crutch? This idea could go many ways as in how about all the trials and tribulations you go through you still hold yourself up you still go on. Or maybe a friend needs just a boost to keep going and you are there to give that bit of support needed especially when a poem you write touches just the right spot
 
Well for sure no single answer is a one-size-fits-all. What might be mirage for one is a perfectly suitable reality for another. What is a workable vehicle for one is no fit transport for the other.

What can happen is someone who rolls along in their vehicle that is no mirage for them, and it's easy to think, "man that looks cool. I'd like to try that." but it is a mistake to believe their vehicle is no mirage for us. It is our responsibility - our crutch or burden or job - and no one else's - to get our own best vehicle that is no mirage.

I think the internet can be a mirage, and an elusive mirage that is not the most suitable vehicle for some souls. For some, the internet is just their thing. They do well. They come across. They don't have to struggle or agonize if their meaning will be clear. Others just don't come through. Prose, poetry, blogs, rambles, fiction, erotica... and we never will. An internet vehicle is not us. Just isn't. But it's handy. That handiness can become a crutch. A crutch some of us don't need really, and using it to get to a place we'll never get to, because for us it doesn't exist.

I just remembered my old granddad. A big mean motherfucker who I'm glad wasn't my dad. But he could tell stories and jokes. And no one, I mean no one, and I've met many over the years in many places I've been, but no one made such an art of foul language as my old granddad. I always looked forward to going there for visits, holidays and such, because I could just sit and watch and listen all day long. Now, if just his words had been written down and presented on say an internet site, it would be like, 'what's the big deal' shrug. Because that crucial element of a physical presence is missing.

Just one example that I can verify. Of course I didn't model myself after that old fucker. He didn't give a fuck what anybody thought and nobody but nobody would even consider pushing him around and getting away with it. Which part I admire, not his meanness, because I'm just not into being mean to people. but I do give a fuck and I have and still do, give off some impression than I'm someone who people can just push around.

If I could just quit giving a fuck... yeah, that's it. Someday. Someday. Not today. Unfortunately. But that's no mirage.
 
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