what i'd really like to know is where do taco bell employees go when they are done making cheap taco food incorrectly?...i know a bunch of them hang out in the parking lot and get high and complain about people like me who complain about people like them...just wondering if all of them do?...i hope so...i figure ex-poets probably join exclusive poet-only type groups who pretend that their mission is to spread the beauty of the written word to the unenlightened masses, but only accept people who already appreciate poetry, and stroke each other's egos about how really truly great they are on a deeper level than anyone else, claiming to be closing the gap between humanity and universal truths, hating mathematics, drinking punch, and not accepting american express because it's not everywhere you want to be
not everything has been said...ten years from now we may use terms like "gliznorb", which would hold it's own meaning
gup
Crystal, ZoE and Ashley~
Thanks for the compliments, I appreciate the feedback. ZoE, that is so funny that you should mention Sonic...I couldn't believe it when I found out they have DAIRY QUEEN in New York but no Sonics!!! God, I MISS vanilla cokes and cherry limeades and chicken strips and Texas toast with cream gravy! I went to a diner with Chris the other night and ordered gravy with my strips...the waitress brought me this nasty red stuff that Chris informed me is turkey gravy! Blech!
We're leavin' for Austin on Sunday. Maybe I'll start feelin' better once we cross the Mason-Dixon line.
I just watched "Cool Hand Luke" for the first time and I want to begin a poem with,"what we got here is a failure to communicate."
Oops, didn't mean to go anonymous on ya! I posted that last comment.
And some of us are just gone on vacation. Just got back.
guppy: how you remind me of a group of poets in the sixties that talked about how enlightened they were...how much kerouac, ferlinghetti, borroughs, ginsberg and the like have you read? just curious and being nosy.
also: have noticed that we all seem to be heartbroken lately. i, myself, am broken hearted today - hence four depressing poems that i am about to post - as catharsis more than anything.:::sigh:::
slug~
what is "qua"? I was playing Scrabble with Chris's mom the other day and Chris advised me to make the word "qua" but I wouldn't do it because I didn't think it was really a word. so I went with "aqua"!
Misti - It's from Beckett's play: Waiting For Godot. they tell Lucky ("pig") to think, and he does - running around train of thought saying things "and qua qua qua..." using it as if it means blah blah blah... which is how i'm using it. but it is latin, and it is the feminine of who - which adds an interesting twist on the line. in the 1600s it came to mean is - poet qua philospher and that sort of thing. beckett's play is an interesting little peice if you're in the mood for some existentialism. i highly reccomend it.
slug~
I love "absence makes the heart grow fungus"! Great line!
misti: also, since it is latin - you can't use it in scrabble. no foreign words. better to go with aqua, althought technically that's latin, but commonly used today so still a legal word. and cacique is the highest scoring word known to man. it means cheif, primarily native indian or spanish. just fyi.
Existentialism! Yes! I'm always up for that. And Quentin Tarantino movies...
Cool word...thanks. Yeah, Chris is always trying to use foreign words. The only way I can get him to play Scrabble with me is if I smoke a cigar with him.
misti: i love crazier than the devil hisself. and no - you did not assault the english language too badly - i wouldn't have been able to read it if you had. but as it was, i read it all and my favorite part was...in between the byline and the link back to the blender. and thank you for liking my libe, but i must admit it is not mine - it was his- he said it to me in an argument one night and it stuck in my head. wish it was mine, though. it is a great line. which is why i stole it. what can i say - i quote the truth where i find it. but thank you for liking my work.
Gup,
all the 'beat' references aside (because it's been done, and besides, where in the hell DID I put those damned bongos???), you cut right through all the pretension like the proverb of your choice (insert here --> _______ ). Sometimes though, it seems like the whole of American culture is going to Taco Hell in a cheap imported handbasket. There was a time when people didn't get high to complain or pat their buddies on their self-serving backs, because they lived on the edge. There seems nothing new about the edginess of the early double-oughts. It is merely the canned refried beans of the last couple decades served up on the store-bought tortillas of life, when what we crave are fresh whole frijoles and handmade tortillas... Or maybe I am merely lost in some kind of analogical purgatory here.
However, I concur with your assessment that there are probably people hiding out there in America (wherever you are) who will eventually be writing new things and creating a new lexicon. If we were all as hungry as you for this we'd be better at communicating verbally with one another, and maybe, just maybe, poets as well.
As for the poetry/reality question (which I actually thought was one worthwhile in the asking)... Is not art but one way we as human beings help ourselves relate to "reality?" In the end, is not "reality" itself as subjective as "poetry?"
k
I fully agree that the question of reality/poetry/life philosophy was a worthy one to ask, and this forum also the right place to pose it. Has it not always been the goal of every poet and artist to present the public with their own version of reality in such a way as to make the reader glimpse a version of reality maybe different from their own personal zeitgeist. And in so doing, when the poet succeeds, then the reader is changed in some small way. Even if that change is temporary, like making me feel joy, or shed a tear, then the perception of words creating reality gives rise to the very power of writing when weilded with talent. In that view, reality is not only what we make it for ourselves, but what we allow others to make it for us.
But then, like Kevin and the Taco analogy, maybe I'm just lost in my own words here....lol.
terry
misti, hi... u've been a good writer and i admire ur natural, human way and flow with words, but the first line of ur piece "Crazier than the..." i heard from a GN'R song titled Civil War, i dont believe Axl or Izzy wrote that, but i do believe it came from some other source.
I think Misti already credited that line to an old Clint Eastwood movie...
t.
alrighty....
i feel like a negative person for saying this. But this is really bugging me.
and these anonymous post things, drive me batty !
but what is going on here????? why does it seem that some people in here are just trying to tear others down??? Or find some flaw to highlight, like a line that is ganked or something from a movie or a song??? All of us do that at some point. But there is such negativity here lately, and it really changes if someone wants to come here and post or not. I just want for those people who are helping to create this atmosphere to think about what their doing, poetry is something that all of us who post here on a regular basis incorporate into our daily lives, and the way we live. And i can say that for the people who come here regularly, the ones who converse and post their poetry for ALL OF US TO ENJOY, they have good hearts, and they don't deserve negativity like this.
So for those of you who are looking for flaws, or who are trying to get people going with your anonymous posts. If you have any heart in you at all, or some sense of decency, just leave whatever people create alone, unless it is constructive criticism. And not trying to bring them down. There is no purpose in bringing someone down. And there is no purpose in negativity, take it out in your poetry, that is what most of us try to do.
Thank you and please respect those of us who take this place seriously.
sarah
Well, i leave for a bit, travel here and there, and wow! The blender is teasing on the philosophical. KEV, I have your bongo's and the beat goes on brother. Poetry to me is ONE THING, the absolute NEED to release MY emotions in writing based on MY real-life personal drama, thus my style or lack thereof is required as impromptu, frenetic, ranting words strewn about in emotional release. GOD LOVE ME FOR BEING A POET!
On a more Personal NOTE: This is the very LAST posting as CRYSTEVIN for the death of the name is required for personal and legal reasons. I will now be known as
@#$%^&*(+++
or maybe just by my real name,
Devin
Doug Wolf~ 'On Seeing C.&S. Asleep' was beautifully written, and painted a very serene visualization. Your choice of a third person perspective helped create that image, but near the end in this line:
"This moment should
forever be --
But in the window I can see
A swiftly setting moon."
you seemed to switch from a passive third person to an active one. For me, it was a bit startling in that suddenly the feeling seemed a bit voyeuristic. Was that a response you intentionally sought? Keep submitting...
terry
Doug Wolf~
"Seeing S. and C., Asleep" was very well done. It read so smoothly I went back and re-read it several times throughout the day.
slug~
I really enjoyed your last sub (also untitled). Your creativity overwhelms me.
Dawn
princess leia- your work had my heart set in motion and I felt as if I could relate with your poetry. It made me think about my love. Wonderful.
Of course the diversity of locations continue to grow. Thanks all!
Crys----er....Devin....
Does that symbol make you the poet formerly known as...?
Dev, a rose by any other name.....
Love,
Gala
dawn: thank you so much...it's nice to know my experiments are being recieved so well - it's inspiration in itself to write more. (and you should, too! write more, that is.)
Guppy: another gem from your fishy brain :-) I loved a fine pilsner.
and
sarah - once upon a second was marvy marvy - and very true. those seconds don't happen as often as they should. :-)
slug~
You are very welcome! My business travel schedule is hell right now, so I haven't had much time to write. And when I do decide to, never seem to be focused enough to write anything worth reading (as I'm always rushed). Soon, when things slow down, I will post something that, hopefully, will knock some socks off!!
Give me a few topics to write about (it's easier for me that way) and when I'm flying high above the clouds to the West Coast next week, I'll jot a few thoughts down and put them together later.
D.
s'ank you very much slug-o-matic!
i was thinking about that as i was lying in bed this morning, decided i needed something a little interesting to write about, not so dour. so i let my imagination run a little....and then a little more....and boom, we have penis person :)
sarah
dawn...well, i'd like some hope - you know, that kind of throw down the gauntlet cuz i'm gonna pick it right back up/get back on the horse/they're not ALL gay(married, dead)/really, he was nice but not your type...something like that.
or something fairy-tale esque. or rambly. rambly is good.
but as far as topics go those are vague, hm? so how about this one: dancing. avid swing dancer myself, and the concept of falling in love for three minutes with a stranger is enticing but i never can quite seem to make the words work. perhaps you'll have better luck?
there- now you have a topic (and something else) so i expect to see fabulous dawn poetry as soon as you get a chance!
I just found this site, it is really great. It is exciting to have the posability of having some of ones work posted. I do have a question though. This site is only for romance related poetry, which I really like but my Grandparents died this past year and I wondered if there are other sites that post other (amatuer) poetry topics pertaining to grief, etc.
Gala Dear - Stunned was...well...STUNNING!
Terry - got the envelope - Thanks!
Dee - I left NY intact - hope the show goes well.
Welcome Devin -- hehe, babe I've missed you.