Does poetry divide? #3

1. he can’t hear himself think
when he asks himself the question

does poetry divide people?
but it’s not like you think

there is no deafening silence
just him falling deaf

and stumbling over
his own ears

~~~

2. Does poetry divide people? Yes.
Am I being too pushy? I don’t think so.
Thank you for all of your understanding and support
while I went on my merry way trying to create/
recreate myself in an image you could fall for.

I turned myself into a thing that doesn’t make me happy.
The introverted self-opinionated non-empathetic monster?
Well maybe not a monster but I found a lot of ugly bits
that I don’t want to keep exposing to you,
but accepting they are there and moving on now.

Not much of the ugliness was here in the blog though.
What you see is just a seed of what I came to know.
The rest was in my mails and my mind with all this time away
from real world and real work to look at me
and I have to say that looking at myself so closely
has destroyed my sleep patterns and my real world too.

I feel like I’ve been a real arsehole to
put it mildly but I promise I’ve been thinking of you
and CARING. Aargh! How many contradictions can I put in one
paragraph? Just sorry then and thanks.
I love you.

3. LANGUAGE WARNING. DO NOT follow the below link if you are easily or even difficultly offended because it is OFFENSIVE and this is what I saw and heard on radio while driving at my TRUCK of creativity. I chose not to go there. I wouldn’t have lasted that show.

 

Thanks to Val, Bonnie, Kiersty, Kathi, Graham, Gilles-Marie, Joran, Alec, Verity La, MQ VC Steven Schwartz, Gabrielle, Nathan, Phil, Carrol, Tristan, Ebby, Mum, Bill,  Darren, Tara,  Anya, Adrian, Ashley, Uncle Tree, Leigh, Dhyan, Cindy, Cocoyea, Overland, Maxine  and everyone else who made a contribution or was offered my unsolicited personal contributions.

Dear Did

my last reply make me sound like a jerk? I think maybe I am. Hope you get a kick out of it anyway. I don’t know where my thoughts are going at the moment. I am just letting them stand out there and wave back at me. Sometimes they wave back and I don’t like the way they wave back. It is what you asked me to do. I am trying to take your example. Speak and then let it develop, rather than develop it and then speak. But I can’t stop the thinking. I still think before I speak but I am thinking in smaller parts. Then the small parts wave back and I think about more small parts and suddenly I am surrounded by small parts that need attention and I just have to put them in queues and deal with them one at a time. Do I sound loopy? I am loopy. I am holding on to my belief that I can be loopy in front of you and you won’t hate me for it. You asked me to take the lid off and I am taking the lid off. Again my writing is about me. Now more than ever it is about me – putting myself on display and letting it reflect back on me (like a wave). So even though it’s about me it shows me that me equals others. A whole bunch of others waving my waves back at me. Or something like that. But the others aren’t the small parts waving back. The others are real people waving my small parts back at me. There are different kinds of waves see? Waves that have arms on the end of them and waves that come rushing up out of the ocean, like pebbles with holes in them that you toss in with wishes inside them that get lifted up on bigger waves and surf back in then get flicked back in my eye. I get woken up at silly hours by pebbles skipping through my left eye and sinking pebbles in my right eye. The pebbles in my left eye, they have stems to the right and stems to the left and tails that straighten or curl about this way and that; then I get confused because they look like the same waves with arms on the end that I thought were not pebbles with holes in them surfing on waves – and then I ask why in my left eye? And the pebbles that sink in my right eye just sit there and rest in the back of my mind.

I can’t get back to sleep now. Maybe some brevity’s best.

Cheers,

Give me a mo

Nicotine stained.
Coffee hyped.
‘Nothing to eat’.
‘Thanks’.
‘Just another mug.’
‘Please.’
‘Thanks.’
People sit.
‘Chat.’
Eat.
Drink.
Buses.
Trains.
… Distant.

“evocation,
the word requires particular attention,”
(Paul Squires, “Teardrop Tattoo”, The Puzzle Box, 1st and second editions).

You: Pick a word. Any word.
Me: Any.

(insert bullet)

any = an y:
literally one y.

If an y = f(x),
then what is an x?

At the stem or root
of the written word,
an x is always attached to some kind of anxiety.
See also angst (an gst).

anxi et y where et y = and one y.
an x i et y = an x, i and one y.

an x, i and one y
could be at the root
of society,
since anxiety is a state.

soci et y where et y = and any
soci et al where et al = and others

From that it follows that
society = soci and one y.
So soci must point to an x and/or an i.

If an y = f(x),
an x will = soci
or constitute a part of soci.

The form (soc i) can’t be translated
ety-mo-logically for soc,
so ci, where
so = in this way,
ci = a kind of chinese lyric poetry originating with the Liang Dynasty.

ci “most often express feelings of desire, often in an adopted persona,”
which brings us not to x but to i.

i is an imaginary unit
defined solely by its square property;
-1.

x is so defined in this way.

If an y = f(x)
an y = a function of an imaginary unit
that is formally engaged
with a number x
that is so defined in this way.

A word on function
is required,
for that is the proper work
or purpose.

Note –
quod erat demonstrandum:
same function;
any output.