Sunday, September 20, 2009

Seeing Deep

I was in the middle of something back in the middle of February. Here's the next.

Seeing Deep

It is important,
you said, that I get balance,
this word with that word,
line with lines and now
I am afraid of
the process, would rather have
been unconscious still.

So why do I write
more lines anyway?
Now you just smile at my frown.

February 13, 2009 10:49 AM

21 comments:

  1. You WERE in the middle of something, and I'm glad it was a wellspring of creativity.

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  2. quite lovely---as a commentary on life, relation, and poetics; it is amazing how meta-awareness can be a blessing and a curse.
    this piece was a gift...thanks.

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  3. Harlequin, my passion is here, among other places. I have in the past been charged with living too much in my head. That is confusing to me for I feel my struggle is with my heart, not to run away from it but to express it. And where I am told I think too much, most everything worthwhile in my life has come intuitively. Whatever.

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  4. Talking to yourself again hmmmm.....to balance or not to balance, to think or not to think (snort), to scream or not to scream....sigh

    xxxx

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  5. Michelle, I think we both need regular hugs. I hope you get yours.

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  6. poetry, like all art, is sublime idiosyncrasy....

    why must itself up every of a park
    anus stick some quote statue unquote to prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer "no"?
    quote citizens unquote might otherwise forget(to err is human;to forgive divine)that if the quote state unquote says
    "kill" killing is an act of christian love.
    "Nothing" in 1944 AD "can stand against the argument of mil
    itary necessity"(generalissimo e)
    and echo answers "there is no appeal from reason"(freud)--you pays your money and you doesn't take your choice. Ain't freedom grand

    why must itself up every of a park
    by E. E. Cummings

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  7. Indeed, Ghost, I have great fondness for the work of eecummings. And you are right about art. To say that art is highly idiosyncratic is unquestionable. That is why artists can find themselves persecuted by states and kings.

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  8. Who can decide what is actually balance. It is like "normal". Who can say what that is. The good thing is that you are seeking a balance within and you continue to explore and write.

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  9. Techno, when I was adolescent, and going through the pain of my high school experience, especially the first two years before I got my growth, I grieved openly, even hysterically at times that I wasn't "normal". By that I pretty much meant the kids next door. They had a normal modestly screwed up family instead of my highly functional but inside the house twisted family. My parents were not bad people. I don't know still how to explain this without demonstrating it in a novel or something. It just wasn't genuine. I could feel it in my soul and I couldn't trust it. Also I was growing up lacking something essential even though I had no clues what that was, still don't. By the time I was nineteen I knew I was going to die of that lack pretty soon.

    That's my little deal on normal. I am pretty sure in a way that it exists and has a million stories that sound different but all come out pretty much the same. Then there are others that hit out of the mainstream into one or another of the ten percent or less crowd.

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  10. Slowly catching up on all the blogs I was neglecting last week... so let me just say, I agree with Karen, I hope this fountain of words (or at least, the aftermath, several months later) won't run dry anytime soon. :)

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  11. Joseph, I have a few poems left :)

    It's true, I am having a hard time these days finding the time and energy to do much. I had an outdoor gathering to attend this weekend. Between that and the usual chores I had no time for the internet. :(

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  12. i'm think'n deep dish pizza..... i still think a link would be a nice addition to your poetry blog.....

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  13. I have no idea what you mean, Ghost, do you mean I should link elsewhere all the time to thisnthat? It all takes time at 28.8kpbs that I don't have.

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  14. i think you could find time.... i know you're a wizard....

    time is never really lost you know.... if one watches carefully one might even catch a fleeting glimpse....

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  15. Ghost,
    At the exact same minute you were telling me to find time, someone else was telling me to enlarge my manhood. Hmmm. Gotta love that email spam. I am not sure but that picture you sent seems like enlarged manhood to me.

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  16. you make a point of course..... the of surgical implantation of  biomechanical equipment combined with sustained infusion of highly pressurized steam may indeed enhance performance......

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  17. hmmm.... this should be cross-posted to Technobabe's blog....

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  18. All this commentary on each other. I'm learning, albeit slowly, to accept that what is my normal, what is my straight line, my balance, can not be his. It takes wide arms, like a very practiced curtsy, and I not being a lady means it is extra work.
    xo
    erin

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  19. All I can say, HOOT!

    See next post.

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  20. "I am afraid of
    the process, would rather have
    been unconscious still."

    Well, if this just ain't my husband...and me? I'm all about rippin' the cover off the ball. What a pair.

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