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| re: boink -- 62 fractalcore 28 Jun 08 6:24PM | Thread Closed |
namu amida butsu!!!
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| re: boink -- 62 joey 28 Jun 08 6:27PM | Thread Closed |
i don't really write poems... at least not in that way. maybe it's a cusp thing, but the poem sort of rises out of the depths the way a trout rises up to the surface of a dark lake. the color comes up slowly and the skin starts to have motion in color. then, i write -- but only because the poem's not real.
what's a birthday really? and writing a blabby poem about some political event: "mike runs for 62 year old and wins", the way people do here, is repulsive to me. i really think our birthday is our only holiday, but that's affected -- like buddhist santa clause... it just isn't necessary. you look at your mother, and wonder if she remembers what she thought of you on your 4th birthday -- after you'd been effective in getting her a husband, but also when you'd become irrelevant. now, i suppose i'd have to ask myself that question, and be my mother, and write a story about it all. but, that's really not a poem, and everyone knows that story already.
imagine then what a poem is? when i become myself watching myself watching a man looking at a woman seeing a bird fly into the blue sky...? or even the bird amongst a flock of many birds chattering in the... um, magnolia.
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| re: boink -- 62 fractalcore 28 Jun 08 6:36PM | Thread Closed |
i suppose you were into some mind-state 4 days ago...4 comments back up. well, is that the poem i'm seeing? or am i just imagining it? boink -- 62 indeed.
buddha down the drain, into the sewers, to the rivers of old,
to the flooded blooded blinded seæ.
なむ あみだ ぶつ.
[nice jap characters, eh? the wonders of google and copy-paste.]
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| re: boink -- 62 fractalcore 28 Jun 08 6:42PM | Thread Closed |
maybe 6 comments up.
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| re: boink -- 62 joey 28 Jun 08 7:15PM | Thread Closed |
well, you know, a poem is to language as a woven rug is to the way a goat thinks of his hair... and anyway the goat doesn't eat his own yarn, unless its on the floor, like a rug... just whatever is on the floor. the comment, it wasn't a poem because it had no border or floor, nothing to rest on but "do you know?? and "so, i says to him, i says, "i ain't saying i'm gonna live to be a hunderd but i been eating this oatmeal for a hunnert years" -- j.k.
so, a poem is like a self supporting UFO growing in your experience as you push yourself further back from it trying to figure out where you fit.
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| re: boink -- 62 unknown 29 Jun 08 5:35AM | Thread Closed |
you are such a wind bag at times
try some verbal economy you spouting off metaphors will leave the biggest carbon footprint ever
we're in a recession please conserve
i smack both sides of your cerebrum which side sounds holy?
reverend dobson
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| re: boink -- 62 joey 30 Jun 08 2:23PM | Thread Closed |
you like to hit people? why not try to write a literate comment? it's hard, but you're a cheat and a liar, and you can copy and paste from some lamer blog written by your betters.
just saying stupid things at me makes you seem very, very, stupid. no response back, of "well, you're stupid" really works, because you never raise the IQ bar in your responses. it would be really fun if you wrote something really funny or really thoughtful. right now you're juist a parasite on the site.
> you are such a wind bag at times
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> try some verbal economy you spouting off metaphors will leave the
> biggest carbon footprint ever
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> we're in a recession please conserve
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> i smack both sides of your cerebrum which side sounds holy?
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> reverend dobson
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| re: boink -- 62 fractalcore 30 Jun 08 4:41PM | Thread Closed |
> well, you know, a poem is to language as a woven rug is to the way a
> goat thinks of his hair... and anyway the goat doesn't eat his own
> yarn, unless its on the floor, like a rug... just whatever is on the
> floor. the comment, it wasn't a poem because it had no border or
> floor, nothing to rest on but "do you know?? and "so, i says to him,
> i says, "i ain't saying i'm gonna live to be a hunderd but i been
> eating this oatmeal for a hunnert years" -- j.k.
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> so, a poem is like a self supporting UFO growing in your experience as
> you push yourself further back from it trying to figure out where you
> fit.
hmm, yeah, i think so, too.
i can't imagine any poem that can't be traced back to the author.
i think they're always about creating a whole new reality for himself
out of realities or phenomena that he has been a witness to...like, for
instance, reaching a hundred years with a long-winding gray hair
and beard and a staff to write poems with.
on second thought though, most gurus prefer the art of silence to
everything else...and oatmeal to match the silence, of course.
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| re: boink -- 62 Mongrol 1 Jul 08 8:02AM | Thread Closed |
a bit late I know joey - but welcome to 62 :)
and happy birthday!
~ Mong
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