zodiac18 Jan 2004

Come on then - every poet since Ovid (at least) wrote Weltschmerz. If you give it a good title, no one will know any better. And don't call me dear fellow. It makes me feel unnatural. Like I should be wearing a pince-nez in an Oscar Wilde play. And besides... ugh. I sound like everyone who criticized me when I was fresh into college and showing off my newly-acquired brains with some witty oh-so-erudite poesie. And yes, I called it poesie then. I don't want to be the enemy (which I thought they were,) and if I have to be, I want to do it more sensitively and sincerely than they did (which I'm not.) That's why you're getting three pages of criticism from me tonight. You remind me of me, back when I wouldn't have listened to me-now any more than you will now, I imagine. I don't know what you must think of people who say stuff like this to you. How about this - answer seriously, what are your intentions for this poetry? That'll do me for tonight.