Poeticalamitous : The 40 Week 11 Round Up/Update [T40W11RU/U]
Work, busy (as usual)
Life, boring (as usual)
SO... this is all I got :
It was in '91 when I was gathering up my lastest batch of poetry to burn in the usual "ritual fire" that I'd do at least once a year...
usually several times a year, with how prolific my writing used to be (several poems a day was normal)...
I didn't think anyone was home but myself - and I was surprised when a voice asked what I was doing.
with my rote response of "nothing important," she asked to see... so I handed them over.
she read them, then handed them back and simply asked me to promise her something...
that I would keep writing and that I would keep anything that I wrote.
...and, yes, I promised my mothre.
even though she's been gone years now, and even though I could probably consider the promise done, keep the promise I do.
no, I don't write nearly as often as I did... I don't even write as often as I did a mere decade ago.
but I have all my poems - and I'm, VERY slowly but surely, typing them up and putting them online.
No, I don't think they're good by any means (I abhor my poetry, but others seem to love them, if not like some of them).
No, once I've written a poem, I can honestly say I don't remember what is written.
This is probably why some poems seem similar, if any do - for all I know I've written it before.
This is definitely why it's as if they aren't really MY poems... I may write them, I may finish "open" ones, I may sign them (since I wrote them)...
but are they mine?
are these words that come into my mind and - at one point in my life - nearly drove me mad with how controlling they were really mine to claim?
I cannot say.
I admit it's interesting to read what I've written and try to determine what was 1) doing on in my life and 2) what I was thinking when I wrote them.
at times I can guess, as it's oftimes quite obvious, at other times it's a mystery.
there are even some I cannot decipher, as I used some kind of code... maybe I'll find the "key" someday and figure them out.
*shrugs*
there are times I say that "they're only words" ... and, yes, that IS all they are.
but some have a story to them, a great many are fueled by emotion (or invoke emotional response), and some may truly be "just words."
but isn't all poetry "just words?" is it art? yes, but art in written form.
will I ever stop writing?
honestly, I've tried. I really DID try... but eventually words come back, words that beg to find their way through the pen's ink onto paper.
and, once again, I write.
when I'm finally gone from this pfunky little world, maybe someone will keep the words...
maybe someone will destroy them (finally?)...
maybe someone will actually DO something with them (if I haven't by that point in life)...
but maybe then, finally then, the words will be done.
maybe then I will continue to live on, through the randomness, the chaos, the darkness, the emotion, and the confusion of words past.
maybe I'll be remembered.
though, in all honesty, I think I'll simply be... gone. and the words will fade as some of the old ones have already started to...
Today's Random Playlist ::
Cracker - Mr. Wrong
Stone Sour - 30/30-150
Peter Gabriel - Games Without Frontiers
Reel Big Fish - Beer
Jonathan Coulton - Creepy Doll
Tchaikovsky (Pyotr Il'yich) - Piano Concerto No 1 In B Flat Minor, Op 23 - Allegro Con Fuoco
Uriah Heep - Gypsy
The Plimsouls - Oldest Story In The World
Ozzy Osbourne - Fire
Limited Liability - Frosty The Frostgiant
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Blinded By The Light
Bush - History
Cheap Trick - Walk Away
Dokken - Too High To Fly
Matchbox 20 - Cody
Foreigner - Waiting For A Girl Like You
Bush - Testosterone
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watched recently :
via netflix/hulu:
The Big Bang Theory [Season 6]
Once Upon A Time [Season 1]
Thale
Joysticks
ownedflix:
Leap Year
Star Trek Into Darkness
- thom / Wolfox
Work, busy (as usual)
Life, boring (as usual)
SO... this is all I got :
It was in '91 when I was gathering up my lastest batch of poetry to burn in the usual "ritual fire" that I'd do at least once a year...
usually several times a year, with how prolific my writing used to be (several poems a day was normal)...
I didn't think anyone was home but myself - and I was surprised when a voice asked what I was doing.
with my rote response of "nothing important," she asked to see... so I handed them over.
she read them, then handed them back and simply asked me to promise her something...
that I would keep writing and that I would keep anything that I wrote.
...and, yes, I promised my mothre.
even though she's been gone years now, and even though I could probably consider the promise done, keep the promise I do.
no, I don't write nearly as often as I did... I don't even write as often as I did a mere decade ago.
but I have all my poems - and I'm, VERY slowly but surely, typing them up and putting them online.
No, I don't think they're good by any means (I abhor my poetry, but others seem to love them, if not like some of them).
No, once I've written a poem, I can honestly say I don't remember what is written.
This is probably why some poems seem similar, if any do - for all I know I've written it before.
This is definitely why it's as if they aren't really MY poems... I may write them, I may finish "open" ones, I may sign them (since I wrote them)...
but are they mine?
are these words that come into my mind and - at one point in my life - nearly drove me mad with how controlling they were really mine to claim?
I cannot say.
I admit it's interesting to read what I've written and try to determine what was 1) doing on in my life and 2) what I was thinking when I wrote them.
at times I can guess, as it's oftimes quite obvious, at other times it's a mystery.
there are even some I cannot decipher, as I used some kind of code... maybe I'll find the "key" someday and figure them out.
*shrugs*
there are times I say that "they're only words" ... and, yes, that IS all they are.
but some have a story to them, a great many are fueled by emotion (or invoke emotional response), and some may truly be "just words."
but isn't all poetry "just words?" is it art? yes, but art in written form.
will I ever stop writing?
honestly, I've tried. I really DID try... but eventually words come back, words that beg to find their way through the pen's ink onto paper.
and, once again, I write.
when I'm finally gone from this pfunky little world, maybe someone will keep the words...
maybe someone will destroy them (finally?)...
maybe someone will actually DO something with them (if I haven't by that point in life)...
but maybe then, finally then, the words will be done.
maybe then I will continue to live on, through the randomness, the chaos, the darkness, the emotion, and the confusion of words past.
maybe I'll be remembered.
though, in all honesty, I think I'll simply be... gone. and the words will fade as some of the old ones have already started to...
Today's Random Playlist ::
Cracker - Mr. Wrong
Stone Sour - 30/30-150
Peter Gabriel - Games Without Frontiers
Reel Big Fish - Beer
Jonathan Coulton - Creepy Doll
Tchaikovsky (Pyotr Il'yich) - Piano Concerto No 1 In B Flat Minor, Op 23 - Allegro Con Fuoco
Uriah Heep - Gypsy
The Plimsouls - Oldest Story In The World
Ozzy Osbourne - Fire
Limited Liability - Frosty The Frostgiant
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Blinded By The Light
Bush - History
Cheap Trick - Walk Away
Dokken - Too High To Fly
Matchbox 20 - Cody
Foreigner - Waiting For A Girl Like You
Bush - Testosterone
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watched recently :
via netflix/hulu:
The Big Bang Theory [Season 6]
Once Upon A Time [Season 1]
Thale
Joysticks
ownedflix:
Leap Year
Star Trek Into Darkness
- thom / Wolfox
arroia:
Sounds like writing is part of you, but you're trying to fight it for some reason. Tilting at windmills?