Lit blog

[normal jean]

Yep. Me agreeing with senna is like Luther agreeing with the pope or deciding which end of the egg should be cracked open to eat it from.

I'm taking time out to get my sense of humour back.

and hey, I thought I was about to have to hold you down and tickle you till you peed

that really is more fun than it sounds ya know

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

A watched pot never boils....ie. if you want it to snow, it's going to be pushed off for two days. I do have an encouraging sign however, last night while I was cleaning out the catch all area upstairs and I found my file. That would be my long lost snowboard file...the brand new never been used bought two seasons ago and I refuse to buy another because I already own one snowboard file.
I can't decide if that is a good omen: snow is coming and I should be tuning or a bad omen: the weather pattern is holding sharpen your edges because you are going to need them...Either way, I am tuning tonight.
Ahh the smell of hot One ball Jay (I know that sounds obscene) snowboard wax...kind of fruity for the warm days and coconut for the cold, at least I think it is coconut. I will never own a perfect dining room table just for this reason. I have a decent, old big sturdy table but the finish is worn terribly...I think they call that shabby chic or some such superfluous nonsense now. It really just means, pizza, cold beer, hot wax and I end up scraping the table along with my board after waxing...

 

[Angeline]

ANGELINE!!!! caution, DO NOT Open DA's attachment, it is a C L O W N , a freakky sick clown it skeered me, and Im just looking out for you sis

xoxoxoxo

LOL. You remembered.

I don't like clowns.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

clowns

LOL. You remembered.

I don't like clowns.

me niether...after Poltergeist I was done with them...tried to get over it and watched IT...that, was a mistake.

 

[bogusbrig]

and hey, I thought I was about to have to hold you down and tickle you till you peed

that really is more fun than it sounds ya know

And if you don't do it, I'm going back to arguing with senna!

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

ok, I just left my house to make a run to town before I go to work this afternoon. As I was driving down the road I spotted something small and dark about a mile away running back and forth on the road. When I got closer I could see that it was a small dark dog and in the other lane was a small orange red colored dog that had been hit by a car. The dark little dog ran down a long driveway and I followed it to see if any owners were home.

I came up to a small trailer with an old man and two younger people outside. I asked one of the younger people if this is where the small dog's came from and she said yes. I told her that one of the dogs had been hit and killed and was in the road. She turned to the old man and told him one of his dogs had been hit and then went back to what she had been doing.

The old man started down the driveway and by the time I had gotten in my car he was about a quarter of the way down the road. He had tears brimming in his eyes around a nose that bore the distinct signs of alcoholism. I knew what his little dog looked like down there on the road all squished with one eye hanging out in a pool of blood. I stopped him and told him that I raised dogs and that his dog had been hit pretty bad. I told him I would go down and pick it up and put it in a bag if he would like. He nodded and turned around.

The little dogs body was still warm and unnaturally limp, I wrapped it up in a black plastic garbage bag and drove it up the driveway. I handed him his friend and got back in my car. Compassion, overwhelming compassion. Too soon would this man have to look death in the face. Bear the scar, it seemed the only human thing to do.

Coming home I had to drive around the pool of blood left on the road. I need to wash my hands and take some aspirin.

 

[wildsweetone]

ok, I just left my house to make a run to town before I go to work this afternoon. As I was driving down the road I spotted something small and dark about a mile away running back and forth on the road. When I got closer I could see that it was a small dark dog and in the other lane was a small orange red colored dog that had been hit by a car. The dark little dog ran down a long driveway and I followed it to see if any owners were home.

I came up to a small trailer with an old man and two younger people outside. I asked one of the younger people if this is where the small dog's came from and she said yes. I told her that one of the dogs had been hit and killed and was in the road. She turned to the old man and told him one of his dogs had been hit and then went back to what she had been doing.

The old man started down the driveway and by the time I had gotten in my car he was about a quarter of the way down the road. He had tears brimming in his eyes around a nose that bore the distinct signs of alcoholism. I knew what his little dog looked like down there on the road all squished with one eye hanging out in a pool of blood. I stopped him and told him that I raised dogs and that his dog had been hit pretty bad. I told him I would go down and pick it up and put it in a bag if he would like. He nodded and turned around.

The little dogs body was still warm and unnaturally limp, I wrapped it up in a black plastic garbage bag and drove it up the driveway. I handed him his friend and got back in my car. Compassion, overwhelming compassion. Too soon would this man have to look death in the face. Bear the scar, it seemed the only human thing to do.

Coming home I had to drive around the pool of blood left on the road. I need to wash my hands and take some aspirin.

that was a beautiful thing to do for him Sabina.

 

[TheRainMan]

And if a dog does not have a label "DOG" attached to it then it is a whale.

My uncle had a dog that looked more like a pig, and another one that was the spittin' image of my Aunt Eunice.

That's probably not relevant, though.

 

[Maria2394]

that was a beautiful thing to do for him Sabina.

yes, it truly was.

keep on restoring faith in humanity and see what might happen in this world!!

 

[Senna Jawa]

a delay--I have a pretty good excuse this time

Possibly a couple of you went to "poemath" and saw nothing new posted there in the past few days. Last Thursday I was all psyched up to write the "Ethics" part of "poetry as art". And somehow I was not writing it. Strange. A sign. Sure enough, Friday morning I had an accident, came back from the hospital only Saturday evening, and while I am fine I still didn't get in gear. Especially that on such occasions there is a lot of this and that, inconveniences and small and big things to take care of, while I like to have it simple and care-free .

I hope to continue my website, and soon, but as always, I don't like to promise anything.

(Sorry for the disappointment--to those who have looked at "poemath" for new material).

Regards,

Senna Jawa​

PS. "Hard references" has now two positions listed about Zen poetry.

 

[wildsweetone]

Possibly a couple of you went to "poemath" and saw nothing new posted there in the past few days. Last Thursday I was all psyched up to write the "Ethics" part of "poetry as art". And somehow I was not writing it. Strange. A sign. Sure enough, Friday morning I had an accident, came back from the hospital only Saturday evening, and while I am fine I still didn't get in gear. Especially that on such occasions there is a lot of this and that, inconveniences and small and big things to take care of, while I like to have it simple and care-free .

I hope to continue my website, and soon, but as always, I don't like to promise anything.

(Sorry for the disappointment--to those who have looked at "poemath" for new material).

Regards,

Senna Jawa​

PS. "Hard references" has now two positions listed about Zen poetry.

oh good grief! i hope your recovery is going well.

whilst i think that your poemath is of paramount importance, it's okay, i can wait for a day or two to be able to read new thoughts from you. *wink* i hope you can see i am teasing just a little.

please take good care of your self Senna... the website work will still be there when you are ready.

 

[DeepAsleep]

What you got against clowns? Heh.

Pussies.

~R

 

[normal jean]

What you got against clowns? Heh.

Pussies.

~R

I cant speak for anyone else, but when I see a clown, I instantly think of John Wayne Gacy. And I feel that anyone that must go to such lengths to be made into a smiling, happy jolly "thing" is hiding something horrible. LIke the "ice cream man" reminds me of the pied piper, luring little children form their nice safe homes into the wicked clutches of obesity and pedophiles, its just bothersome to me. Cant explain any better than that. clowns are evil hiding behind faces not their own.

weeney

 

[Tzara]

What you got against clowns? Heh.

Pussies.

~R

What you got against old guys driving Buicks who can't....

Aw, hell. I forget.

 

[Tzara]

Thank you for the original and your translation. Indeed, the original (and your faithful translation) are clearly more sensible. Every advanced activity at its top level requires high precision, sometimes unbelievably high. Art and poetry is no exception. Such a statement is almost a tautology.The highest level can't happen without high precision (however the notions can be always differently interpreted and the language and the definitions are not precise, hence such statements can be uselessly argued about forever).

We are dealing here with an aphorism. Aphorisms thrive on brevity, also on the paradox effect, and they like to tease us too. All this should be understood. Thus the difference between the original and the free translation, which I have quoted, is not that significant after all, and there is nothing wrong--in the context of an aphorism--with the free translation. If I prefer the original it is not because the free variation is "bad". And still, I much prefer the original because of its narrow focus on an essential issue, on precision in poetry--something which is not appreciated (or stressed enough) among the majority of authors. Somehow other artists appreciate precision more.

I dislike what you are calling the "free translation" as I think it implies a stronger link or similarity between poetry and geometry than is justified. The two are actually quite different endeavors. Assertions in geometry are provable—they follow from the original postulates. (I am disregarding Gödel here. I am not a mathematician, but I assume his results apply to geometry as well as other axiomatic systems.) In other words, if all parties agree upon the "truth" of the postulates and the rules of logic, all assertions can be demonstrated to either be true or false, and agreed upon as such by all parties.

Poetry, it seems to me, is very different.

What I think Flaubert is saying is that the accomplished writer takes as much care in word selection and phrasing as a mathematician does in forming a proof—that the writer strives for as much precision in expression as the practitioners of the most exacting other fields.

Now it may just be me, but I don't see that as a contentious statement.

 

[DeepAsleep]

What you got against old guys driving Buicks who can't....

Aw, hell. I forget.

Oh, man, I didn't want that to come across as a negative poem. I'll have to revisit it. It was cute, they were at this crossroads, this old couple and she's pointing one way and looking pissed and he's pointing the other and looking pissed and neither of them...

Ah, hell. Back to the drawing board.

~R

 

[Tzara]

Oh, man, I didn't want that to come across as a negative poem. I'll have to revisit it. It was cute, they were at this crossroads, this old couple and she's pointing one way and looking pissed and he's pointing the other and looking pissed and neither of them...

Ah, hell. Back to the drawing board.

~R

Make it a '54 Skylark convertible and all's good, youngster.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Make it a '54 Skylark convertible and all's good, youngster.

But then it wouldn't be true.

I hate manufacturing details.

OH, I"M JUST FUCKED

~R

 

[normal jean]

I once saw a clown in an old Buick. Well, he was just a drunk guy with a fright wig and some rouge, a friend of mine, it was his uncle. he was an odd sort....liked to freak people out. it usually worked

 

[Tzara]

But then it wouldn't be true.

I hate manufacturing details.

OH, I"M JUST FUCKED

~R

Then, just rate it PG < 53.

Kind of racy, that way.

(Sigh.) Youth. No wonder we're running the country, however badly.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Then, just rate it PG < 53.

Kind of racy, that way.

(Sigh.) Youth. No wonder we're running the country, however badly.

Haha, but we end up taking care of you.

Who is the monkey, now?

~R

 

[Tzara]

Haha, but we end up taking care of you.

Who is the monkey, now?

~R

Monkey? Wrong litname, kid.

You offering? I don't have children, y'know.

I could leave you a Buick. Solid 'Merican car.

 

[Angeline]

me niether...after Poltergeist I was done with them...tried to get over it and watched IT...that, was a mistake.

I know! Clowns creep me out because I always have this mental image of a psycho seething under the happy makeup and goofy shoes. They're not happy people. They're just not.

Sorry Ross baby, call me a wuss. It's a strange concept is clowning.

 

[Angeline]

Possibly a couple of you went to "poemath" and saw nothing new posted there in the past few days. Last Thursday I was all psyched up to write the "Ethics" part of "poetry as art". And somehow I was not writing it. Strange. A sign. Sure enough, Friday morning I had an accident, came back from the hospital only Saturday evening, and while I am fine I still didn't get in gear. Especially that on such occasions there is a lot of this and that, inconveniences and small and big things to take care of, while I like to have it simple and care-free .

I hope to continue my website, and soon, but as always, I don't like to promise anything.

(Sorry for the disappointment--to those who have looked at "poemath" for new material).

Regards,

Senna Jawa​

PS. "Hard references" has now two positions listed about Zen poetry.

Sorry to hear about the accident, Senna. Hope you're ok. Maybe you need to work in a section on poetry and karma.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Monkey? Wrong litname, kid.

You offering? I don't have children, y'know.

I could leave you a Buick. Solid 'Merican car.

You need someone to take care of you? Chop the wood, change the lightbulbs, that sort of thing? I find myself unemployed and I just so happen to be handy about the house. Plumbing, light electrical, I clean like an Army rat on meth...

But I'm hell to feed and I have a lot of loud sex.

~R
Ah, to be young and upstartish...