rework of an old something

Jan 11, 2006 02:00

Hunger for the strength ( Read more... )

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bosantibe January 11 2006, 16:11:40 UTC
When I was branded a poet a few years back my standard for worth amongst other poets who said they liked my work was always: "Yes, but would you pay for it?" This is good stuff, though; reminds me of horrific torture, you know.

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tracingwind January 12 2006, 07:59:42 UTC
"Yes, but would you pay for it?" - you can put almost any kind of drivel on a Hallmark card and people will pay for it ( ... )

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bosantibe January 12 2006, 16:06:00 UTC
Naturally, these reasons are why I ask poets if they would pay to read my expulsions. Anyway, in my opinion T. S. Eliot is the latest great poet because he's the last person I can think of who could fill up a stadium for a poem reading outside of an inner-city middle school medium. Also, his poems may have had the spiritual and religious themes in there somewhere, but the greater aspect of focus was on culture, especially when you consider how many other works of his time he was like to make reference to. Just because I'm technically a published poet doesn't mean I'll ever have that kind of magnetic power, even if I had thrown myself into it like a juggernaut. Honestly, though, that's alright by me. My best works may or may not have been about purgation, but the fanfare was always for the benefit of others. Still, I wouldn't mind reconnecting to it, as I met some very interesting people because of it. Well, I'm a bundle of energy in my way so perhaps I'll aim myself in that direction again, eventually ( ... )

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tracingwind January 12 2006, 08:44:56 UTC
oh yes, and sorry to remind you about emotional torture. this was first written during a time when I wondered if i was just "too there" for someone I loved, because he didn't appreciate me and I wondered if I could seem more "inviolable" and remind him of the transience of all beautiful moments and relations between people, by keeping for myself some of my own inner passions to the point that they become this luminescence just out of reach, then he would come to realize that the act of touching me would be synonimous with touching transience, a fact that would render the act all the more irresistable ( ... )

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long ago and far away udolpho January 23 2006, 04:14:43 UTC
hello diane.

i miss you.

i was thinking of you and old things, late at night: explaining things in my head to someone dear and unavailable, trying to explain these old things in the context of today, which was really late at night and in my head.

so i got up, and did a search for you, and found this page.

really, im not a stalker. honest.

can i add you to my friends list?
(im going to anyway.)
...your picture is beautiful.

im a lot older and wiser since i knew you last. though in some ways, still the child.

goodnight, goodnight. it was nice to see your face again.

~echo/lisa/echo

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Re: long ago and far away tracingwind January 25 2006, 09:37:24 UTC
in miles but never in mind ( ... )

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Re: long ago and far away udolpho January 26 2006, 03:51:45 UTC
no worries about the name... my grandparents say the same thing. maybe one day the lisa/echo will be echo/lisa and then echo/ and then echo!?
(well, one can hope)

yes, im glad you kept your name on your site...

i wonder if anyone else from bishops has a livejournal. i sent beka my livejournal link a while ago, but we've not been in touch. but i like to imagine that she comes to my journal off and on and reads it... who knows...

i see you are a dancing instructor now... nice site. how is it? i still dont dance, but i have been threatening to learn. sort of under my breath as opposed to confrontationally. maybe one day i will learn to dance.... hopefully before im an old lady in a nursing home attempting a jig on the cafeteria table.... ill have waited my whole life and THEN they wont let me dance.

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