Catch Me Up

[Equinoxe]

I saw this in your reason for editing: I don't feel I have to explain my art to you.

No, you don't. You should never have to explain your creations.

That is very true. In two separate ways, as I see it. For one, if you have to explain an artwork, there is clearly an issue with how well it expresses your intentions. It is also the case that an artwork is open to multiple interpretations (even infinite interpretations) and to explain the work as the artist has the potential to colour other's views and prevent them from interpreting it personally.

"I don't feel I have to explain my art to you" is one of the standard things I put as a reason for editing a post (I believe I used it when I edited the post for my review last Saturday, too).

 

[WickedEve]

I still have three boys-- 9,7 and 7 months. Hence the interruption.

What is new what is new... hmmm.... I am now the President of an advisory counsel for special education and am a founding member of a new non-profit group with a vision of a community where the disabled have the same opportunities (vocational, social, recreational, educational) as everyone else. So far it is time consuming, frustration and painful. um. and inspiring. Hopefully we will make a difference.


I have become horribly boring. I cannot believe you are still reading.

What should I write about? Poop consistency?

sheesh.


oh I finally gathered together some poems, edited them and sent them off to be considered as a chapbook. There I said it. A real long shot. I won't know for a while. If and when it gets rejected at least I have it ready to send off again.

"President of an advisory counsel for special education." Hey, I know we have something in common when it comes to special ed. I love you for being this involved!!!
Yes, I'm still reading. lol
Oh, I know about poop. When you have a baby, poop becomes a big deal.
You know you'll get a chapbook. If Pat can, so can you. Okay, don't tell him I said that. It's a joke! I'm a proud owner of his books!

 

[WickedEve]

That is very true. In two separate ways, as I see it. For one, if you have to explain an artwork, there is clearly an issue with how well it expresses your intentions. It is also the case that an artwork is open to multiple interpretations (even infinite interpretations) and to explain the work as the artist has the potential to colour other's views and prevent them from interpreting it personally.

"I don't feel I have to explain my art to you" is one of the standard things I put as a reason for editing a post (I believe I used it when I edited the post for my review last Saturday, too).

You're a fascinating individual. Why? I don't feel I have to explain my opinion to you.

 

[WickedEve]

she wrote a very scary poem with a castration theme which did the trick.
david

It usually does.

 

[Equinoxe]

You're a fascinating individual. Why? I don't feel I have to explain my opinion to you.

Ha! I have come to the conclusion that why and how are significantly less important than is and are.

Besides which, that is certainly better than "You're a jejune thing and I feel it wouldn't be worth my time to explain my opinion to you."

 

[WickedEve]

Linda....
I am here as a reborn sensual soul...after most of my younger years being
an asexual being...having a transporting experience from the divine nature of
love....sensing the beauty of this site as a blue being....period...ty

Linda, your poems are certainly the poetry of a sensual soul.

 

[WickedEve]

Ha! I have come to the conclusion that why and how are significantly less important than is and are.

Besides which, that is certainly better than "You're a jejune thing and I feel it wouldn't be worth my time to explain my opinion to you."

I love certain words/phrases and jejune is one of them. I used it in a poem -- lost somewhere. I believe the phrase was jejune appetites.

 

[WickedEve]

sitting in a pram sucking a dummy

Okay, it's sitting in a baby carriage sucking a pacifier. That sounds wholesome. What you wrote sounds nasty. lol

 

[Equinoxe]

I love certain words/phrases and jejune is one of them. I used it in a poem -- lost somewhere. I believe the phrase was jejune appetites.

I too love certain words and jejune is such a wonderful one—I am thinking of adopting it as a surname for a pen name.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Okay, it's sitting in a baby carriage sucking a pacifier. That sounds wholesome. What you wrote sounds nasty. lol

Oh goody does it raise my street cred any?

 

[WickedEve]

I too love certain words and jejune is such a wonderful one—I am thinking of adopting it as a surname for a pen name.

Check's in the Mail

He smeared his head over
the flap, sealing in
obsession
for such jejune titillation.


No, no, that's not a good poem! It's jejune and creepy.
I think my postman is stalking me. He shows up at my house every day.

 

[champagne1982]

they were far too fascinating
for their jejunity
to apply they'd need dampen
they're delight in books
and art and interesting
words, so no, jejune
is the antithesis
of being poets.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Hi, I’m Safe_Bet. I used to be someone else, but that person is gone (thank God – I got so tired of that egotistical bitch = two kids later, I’ve even got some issues with her freaking fertility goddess crap, too).

I’ve been writing stories and poetry for many years and most of it can be found on A.S.S.M. /A.S.S.T.R. I’ve also published two different compendiums of erotic short stories & poetry. I love doing these so, now that I’m back from my extended visit to the Mother ship, I will probably start writing with that in mind.

Let’s see. I live with my data analyst/ninja/whoremaster partner and we have two lovely twin daughters. Even though we have lived together for five years, we both consider ourselves Bi. One of these days, we may find a really masochistic guy and have him join us. “Honey-Wa” makes a lot of dough so we don’t need the income, but a spare dick would come in handy occasionally (plus taking out the trash, cleaning the pool, mowing the lawn, etc.)

I am admittedly a genre whore. I write about everything imaginable, because that’s where it comes from, after all –
the imagination that resides betwixt my cute little ears (damn – looks like some of the previously mentioned ego has remained). :caning:

All in all, I’m still discovering whom I am, so bear with me. I guarantee some of the poetry that I write in the beginning is going to really, really suck. That’s OK though. That’s just me knocking the dust off the old wings as I prepare to soar once again. I posted the “first flap of the wings” yesterday, so please let me know what you thing (suggest reading with barf bag in hand).

P.S. God it’s nice using real words again, instead of ‘baba”, “blankie”, and “pottie”!

 

[WickedEve]

they were far too fascinating
for their jejunity
to apply they'd need dampen
they're delight in books
and art and interesting
words, so no, jejune
is the antithesis
of being poets.

Adding jejunity to my list.

 

[Equinoxe]

The word of the day is jejune.

Check's in the Mail

He smeared his head over
the flap, sealing in
obsession
for such jejune titillation.


No, no, that's not a good poem! It's jejune and creepy.

It is a bit creepy, but I don't think it's jejune. I think creepy might imply a reaction that jejune would forbid.

I think my postman is stalking me. He shows up at my house every day.

If that includes Sundays, that is creepy.

 

[Tzara]

Oh, and these were good confessions. I'm guzzlin' java and waiting for you to sweep out some more dirt.

When I was a freshman in college, I won an award for being the Outstanding First-Year Chemistry student. The prize was a book published by the unfortunately named Chemical Rubber Company.

So, you were in prison?

It felt like that when I lived there.

I could read it in your poetry -- hidden between the strophes, like a smoking gun.

Gun?! No, no. Between the strophes is where I hide my smoking gum.

Nicorette habit. Hard to break.

 

[Tzara]

I'm blunt? Really? Well, damn. lol

The kind of comment I remember was something along the lines of (I am paraphrasing here): Well, that line sucks.

Except more blunt, of course.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

When I was a freshman in college, I won an award for being the Outstanding First-Year Chemistry student. The prize was a book published by the unfortunately named Chemical Rubber Company.
It felt like that when I lived there.
Gun?! No, no. Between the strophes is where I hide my smoking gum.

Nicorette habit. Hard to break.

When I was in the WRAFS working nights we used to send rudes messages to the Rubber company to pass the time I don't think they ever complained

 

[WickedEve]

The kind of comment I remember was something along the lines of (I am paraphrasing here): Well, that line sucks.

Except more blunt, of course.

Oh, I did not! You're a fibber, Mr. Stinky.

 

[Tzara]

Oh, I did not! You're a fibber, Mr. Stinky.

I said that it was paraphrase.

You were right, though. The line did stink.

 

[WickedEve]

I said that it was paraphrase.

You were right, though. The line did stink.

Not the line. I called you stinky.

 

[Tzara]

Not the line. I called you stinky.

Fine. Does it make you happy to out my personal hygiene? Are you, in fact, happier now?

Oh, fuck. You're from Virginia. Of course it does.



Yi yi yi. Let me be more reasoned here. I like you, though. Especially your Hugo stories. I actually empathize with Hugo. A lot. No, not on the ceiling fan shit (God has not yet created the woman who would get me up on a ladder to install a fucking ceiling fan), but more on the whipping your ass part. (Though, perhaps not yours. You seem to need more control than I might be able to supply.

That's a compliment, dear. Meant to be.)

Anyway. All I was trying to say, way back when, was that you made honest comments on poems. If good, good. If bad, you might want to change this.

What you've said to me was always right.

Might have pissed me off, but it was always right.

Ommmm. Calmness.

 

[WickedEve]

Fine. Does it make you happy to out my personal hygiene? Are you, in fact, happier now?

Oh, fuck. You're from Virginia. Of course it does.



Yi yi yi. Let me be more reasoned here. I like you, though. Especially your Hugo stories. I actually empathize with Hugo. A lot. No, not on the ceiling fan shit (God has not yet created the woman who would get me up on a ladder to install a fucking ceiling fan), but more on the whipping your ass part. (Though, perhaps not yours. You seem to need more control than I might be able to supply.

That's a compliment, dear. Meant to be.)

Anyway. All I was trying to say, way back when, was that you made honest comments on poems. If good, good. If bad, you might want to change this.

What you've said to me was always right.

Might have pissed me off, but it was always right.

Ommmm. Calmness.

I'm just giving you a hard time. And I bet you smell great or, at least, passable. I get strong soap and deodorant vibes from your posts. Your post above was verging on minty freshness.

 

[Tzara]

And I bet you smell great or, at least, passable.

It's the TAG body spray, isn't it?

 

[Guest]

Thanks for starting this thread, Eve. I just cannot get to the computer these days and it was good to get caught up on some amazing people.

Hey sexy Mama. LTNS. I was just thinking about your alter ego, SeattleRain the other day. I visited the shopping aisle poems while she was away.