Dovina
on a love not meant to be by nentwined
28 Jul 2005, 7:02 AM
Why must such a love be not meant? Or not workable? "combed together" seems odd for liquid and concrete.
I did not write it for my own damn self. I wrote for anybody able to think this way, healthy or not.
He knew it was his fault after realizing his ability to do good engineering depended on the framework of his company, and not solely on his own genius. If you think that's an unhealthy realization, then I pity you.
You totally should have stayed up. Don't capitalize "cicadas." Also, I love this. 9.8
Stephen - Is a "nappy" a diaper for Brits? Not sure if you're tossing a riddled compliment or telling me you're disappointed?
Others -- thanks for the nice feedback.
Then we're back at our old impasse. If you wrote this poem for yourself only, bully. If you had any other purpose or audience in mind, I just don't think it works. Besides, I don't believe thinking things are your own damn fault is very healthy.
Please, don`t devalue my life!
God never made a sound, but you tell us not to underestimate God. The white veins were not God, nor were the fireflies? The laughing frogs and anguishing cicadas have it right. What are you, the observer, anguishing with, if not the sounds of God? Say what you mean, man! Or as CS Lewis said, the skill of writing is to know exactly what you want to say, and to say exactly that.
Yes I AM DRUNK. Like Milton Buber, I am a philosopher without logic. What you say is true logically, and I am sorry to tell you I see it like a drunk woman. POV is everything in the world of emotion. Mine is after the fact, if there ever was one, when he realized his fault. Mine is the kind of knowledge needed to go on. It`s the sort of understanding that makes a good life out of a bad one. Logic never does that.
I am important like a tree is important because I have worth like a tree. I have contribution that people are willing to pay for, like a tree has wood and shade. But I have intrinsic value also, independent of what I produce, at least in the eyes of democracy and the idea of being `endowed by my creator with certain inalienable rights.` Somehow, that is not good enough for me, and I want to be valued for something more tangible.
I`m not a tree hugger, though the poem comes close to being so.
I don`see the punctuation problem.
I debated the `coin`in verse three, but decided to keep it so the reader could feel like a coin if he-she wants to. A lot of us want to feel like we have buying power.
ALChemy
replying on Noble oboe now sings every next saturday evening by ALChemy
27 Jul 2005, 5:23 AM
Yeah your probably right. It was a stream of thought poem so if I changed it. It wouldn't be stream of thought. So I've got to keep it the same. If I did change it I'd probably drop "Satellite". The title by the way is a parody of some of the many seemingly nonsensical titles you may have seen attributed to other poems.
I posted, then read the other comments. I would say leave it just like it is...it tumbled out, didn't it? just like... from mind to paper, as-is? It reads that way, and for me, those are some of the very best works. It is real, it is there...it tastes, it smells, it is vividly colored, and man...having so been there, and out the other side...all I can say is, leave it stand. I think it is clear, and loud, and profound in its human-ness. If you clean it up you risk losing the grit that makes it hard to swallow, you lose the feel of it! Please, PLEASE leave it.(and, when you get to the place that you see and understand the truth of things, like you write in this piece, then and only then are you grown enough to move on, and beyond...you should be proud of you, that is hard, hard work to do!)Please, just let it stand as it is.
Man...I am putting this on my fav list...what a wretchedly real piece...I smelled it, tasted it, saw it from my hiding place in the corner, watching it unfold...vile stuff and real stuff...and I rose with you when you came out the other side! Awesome, awesome job!