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Oh I don't mean anything like that. What I more mean is that some people seem to come across well on the internet. I'm not one of those people. I try. There's an undeniable allure. It's convenient. But it isn't my world. Lit's not my world. I know that. I'm not a Poet. I was curious about poetry, but I'm not a Poet. I'm not a writer. Writing is a way to get something across, but again, it alway falls short. I'm just a guy who likes to fuck around. But that has value itself. Or something... ghosts from the past just came to the door, in a box. Very very heavy. Anyway...
 
hmmnmm said:
Oh I don't mean anything like that. What I more mean is that some people seem to come across well on the internet. I'm not one of those people. I try. There's an undeniable allure. It's convenient. But it isn't my world. Lit's not my world. I know that. I'm not a Poet. I was curious about poetry, but I'm not a Poet. I'm not a writer. Writing is a way to get something across, but again, it alway falls short. I'm just a guy who likes to fuck around. But that has value itself. Or something... ghosts from the past just came to the door, in a box. Very very heavy. Anyway...
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You are a poet. You just need to hit the return key more often.

Besides, being a poet is only 50% writing poetry. Sorry, but you are a poet.


The Internet
There's an undeniable allure.
It's convenient.
But it isn't my world.
I know that.
I'm not a Poet.
I was curious
but I'm not a Poet.
I'm not a writer.
Writing is a way to get something across,
but again, it always falls
short.

I'm just a guy
who likes to fuck around.
But that has value itself.
(Or something.)

Ghosts from the past
just came to the door,
in a box
(A very very heavy box.)
 
could stand a once-through redo...

really though, a couple potential poll/survey questions have pinged about my noggin. 1 being to do with if you (plural/general you) always wanted to be or were interested in poetry/writing/being a writer/poet. Can't remember that I ever did. 2 being to do with if you (plural/general you) feel that those you communicate with or when you expose your works, are not getting the purest form of you possible? That they're getting a distortion or the trivial tidbits that make it through the filters? And if so, do you not find it frustrating?
 
hmmnmm said:
could stand a once-through redo...

really though, a couple potential poll/survey questions have pinged about my noggin. 1 being to do with if you (plural/general you) always wanted to be or were interested in poetry/writing/being a writer/poet. Can't remember that I ever did. 2 being to do with if you (plural/general you) feel that those you communicate with or when you expose your works, are not getting the purest form of you possible? That they're getting a distortion or the trivial tidbits that make it through the filters? And if so, do you not find it frustrating?
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one drop of the purest form of me would kill a grown bull elephant
thank god for filters
although mine are pretty coarse


excelllllent question.
a more serious answer after boys are in bed
 
annaswirls said:
one drop of the purest form of me would kill a grown bull elephant
thank god for filters
although mine are pretty coarse


excelllllent question.
a more serious answer after boys are in bed
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let's not go around killing poor widdle elephants

maybe one can be a Poet without really writing Poetry?
 
ah and see I failed: Purest form. That wasn't the best choice of words. I don't know what the best word choice is. But if I was trying to explain it to you in person, I could use hand gestures and facial contortions and verbal stops and starts so you would get the idea without me having to find the best words. I think you would get the idea.

That box was very heavy.
 
That is the whole challenge (and beauty) of art.

To effectively capture what the flutter of the eyelid communicates so effortlessly.

Drinking someone's essence straight down... that would be hard to swallow. Art gives us more manageable bites.


since feeling is first
E.E. Cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis
 
We all carry a box from the past and if we've done anything that box must weigh heavier and heavier have to put it down sometimes I suppose and sift through it then throw out the bulk of it before we get dragged down by it
 
dad sent it, bunch of pictures and artifacts from The Early Years, which always kickstarts Questions that carry you down the road of should'ves and could'ves... tried to find a common thread that might shed a shard of light on today. Anyway.
 
My middle sister (the one I refuse to talk to) has snaffled the family photo album so reckon can kiss them goodbye for good now. She got the pics that were on the wall of dad's ships and showing a prize ram too. When we was tentatively talking just before mum died they were going to put them all on a disc but nothing ever came of that. Don't suppose telling her she wasn't my sister anymore helped on that front either
 
Getting through. That's the question. Are some comfortable with how they perceive they come across on the internet? Does it match up with how they see themselves? Many just don't worry about it? If I (or anyone) do not get through very well on the internet, or believe I'm not getting through, it's because...?
 
hmmnmm said:
Getting through. That's the question. Are some comfortable with how they perceive they come across on the internet? Does it match up with how they see themselves? Many just don't worry about it? If I (or anyone) do not get through very well on the internet, or believe I'm not getting through, it's because...?
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I have no idea how people perceive me on the net in general, but I know I have misinterpreted people's words or actions on more than one occasion, as I know I have been misinterpreted myself. I think it is natural in any setting for this to happen.

Sometimes if you try to be overly clear, it comes across as insincere, so you can't win.

I do not even know how people perceive me in real life. I do know there are misconceptions out there, of course-- it is all based on the brief interactions we have-- one man said "You are always in a hurry. You should slow down" (okay watch me take a nap all afternoon) His wife said earlier "You are always so calm and patient. You are always so happy. How do you do that?" Ha.

It is not a matter of being unfaithful to your true self, it is just that different people see you in different settings. The husband always saw me picking up my kid at school-- and I am always late (I have to wake the baby to go get him so wait until the last minute)

The wife always sees me in a role where I am being a caregiver of people whose children have special needs. She sees me as calm, confident, and peaceful because that is how I AM at that time. She does not see me when I am the mother who is seeking counsel from others. I told her this...

At any rate.

Old blind men and the elephant.

Elephant is like a tree....a rope....

and damn it too big to touch all at once... just have to feel your way if you want to get into any kind of depth, to see people in different perspectives, etc.

Milan Kundera. I want to write about him. But I can't. Too tired.
 
hmmnmm said:
Oh I don't mean anything like that. What I more mean is that some people seem to come across well on the internet. I'm not one of those people. I try. There's an undeniable allure. It's convenient. But it isn't my world. Lit's not my world. I know that. I'm not a Poet. I was curious about poetry, but I'm not a Poet. I'm not a writer. Writing is a way to get something across, but again, it alway falls short. I'm just a guy who likes to fuck around. But that has value itself. Or something... ghosts from the past just came to the door, in a box. Very very heavy. Anyway...
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LOL
I just thought about what it would look like if a ghost from my past came to my door in a box... Have you ever seen Carlos Mencia's DVD, "Not For The Easily Offended?"


ETA:

God, I love YouTube!!

Not For The Easily Offended
 
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okay, they came in the house too, as in entered as opposed to orgasming, and they entered not on their power because they were in a box, but I brought them to within these walls, them in the box. Actually the UPS driver brought them. It's a she. The UPS driver. She drives the truck. The UPS truck. She rapped. Not the music style I can't stand, but as in striking the door. That's what she did. Knocked. A simpler word: knocked. I heard her knock, but I didn't know it was her. Becausse others had knocked earlier. They were Jehovah's Witnesses. Not sure they were Jehovah's Witnesses. They smelled like Jehovah's Witnesses. I freely scowled at them so to shatter their hopes, yet they persisted. But not for long. I think they were afraid. Anyway.
 
I let the dog out on them funny how a large bull terrier hurtling towards you puts you off your stroke, they don't hang around to see she would cover you in big sloppy kisses
 
multiple lightbulbs have been illuminated by talk of Jehovah Witnesses...

After I start crafting the poem(s), I'll share some thoughts.

btw, I hope no one who reads my upcoming thoughts are not Jehovah's Witnesses...or at least not offended..even though I do not agree with their doctrine, I do have respect for them. At least they get off their ass and are Christians on days that don't start with "Sun."
 
is it actually possible to understand someone? the best we might hope for is to give the world a haiku through our lives - a little snapshot of what was us...

i have been told i am a bitch, insincere, shallow, pompous and condescending by people who know of me, see me but don't have conversations with me... those with whom i've had deeper moments say i'm empathic, overly shy, a great listener, self-deprecating, strong, humorous (though i can't tell a joke to save my life) and loving... do either of those lists of adjectives describe me? probably.

people often (on the Interwebs, Wondernet and Wonderwebs as well as irl) seem to perceive/understand you as they expect you to be and the context within which they see/hear/feel/taste/smell you... this is tinted to varying degrees with what you actually bring to the table and your presentation... it's also tinted by language - it's a limited form of communication at best and so many words are full-to-brimming with meaning that differs from person to person.

i don't consider myself a poet - wish i could be one but i'm not good enough with forms, have too much self doubt, aspire to what others do rather than be my own creator of verse, etc. - but i consider a lot of what i think poetic... two different things... but how am i perceived?

two cents inserted... hand retracted as if from flames... cheeks burning, eyes averted... embarrassed to speak pieces of self... leave it anyway, nobody will really care but maybe, just maybe, someone will look and understand... no, probably not.
 
I think you should have a go at the Survivor you're certainly good enough and most of us are rummaging around in the dark ...... me for one I've never done most of these forms before but it's fun trying
 
miss_trust said:
is it actually possible to understand someone? the best we might hope for is to give the world a haiku through our lives - a little snapshot of what was us...

i have been told i am a bitch, insincere, shallow, pompous and condescending by people who know of me, see me but don't have conversations with me... those with whom i've had deeper moments say i'm empathic, overly shy, a great listener, self-deprecating, strong, humorous (though i can't tell a joke to save my life) and loving... do either of those lists of adjectives describe me? probably.

people often (on the Interwebs, Wondernet and Wonderwebs as well as irl) seem to perceive/understand you as they expect you to be and the context within which they see/hear/feel/taste/smell you... this is tinted to varying degrees with what you actually bring to the table and your presentation... it's also tinted by language - it's a limited form of communication at best and so many words are full-to-brimming with meaning that differs from person to person.

i don't consider myself a poet - wish i could be one but i'm not good enough with forms, have too much self doubt, aspire to what others do rather than be my own creator of verse, etc. - but i consider a lot of what i think poetic... two different things... but how am i perceived?

two cents inserted... hand retracted as if from flames... cheeks burning, eyes averted... embarrassed to speak pieces of self... leave it anyway, nobody will really care but maybe, just maybe, someone will look and understand... no, probably not.
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talk about full-to-brimming... some thoughtful angles here. Oh, and that last paragraph reminds me a little of me, back when I made the mistake of trying to mingle and pitch in in Other sectors 'round here. Believe me, our drivers came from the same institutions. they train you to believe you should apologize to everyone you meet that you dare to exist on the same planet as they, and so should doubly apologize for daring to speak or offer a take on a thought. My trainers were of the same ancestry. We've been in battle for about forty fucking decades. I can tell when they've taken the upper hand when I find myself in the apologetic ditches. That's exactly where they want you. The last thing they want is for you to come up swinging and smacking them back and walking the road with your head up. Sometimes you really have to cultivate a proactive 'fuck-off-if-you-don't-like-it' attitude. I've found it's one of the most effective weapons I have. So... I don't wanna see that kind of talk in here. Because I've met those drivers before. They bring nothing good. And if you see them driving my communication, I'd appreciate you saying so. Deal?
 
If there's one thing my great age has taught me it's I can walk away not just from a fight but from the whole thing ....... a person a place a lifestyle ...... say goodbye ta ta farewell
 
My heart seems to be labouring not just the arythmia I'm used to I feel dizzy what a time to be cut off by snow
 
one day closer to green ground and sparrow twitters
I happen to like the winter, up to about now. The visuals are like daily natural masterpiece landscapes. But, by now, it's like finally getting more than enough of a good thing. A few splotches of bare ground become a welcome sight.
I suppose we can have a candlelight dinnertime review.
 
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