Cognac induced reflections

[Senna Jawa]

(I love cognac but I am no expert. How good is Gautier?)

Rec.arts.poem (rap) went down the hill years ago. Red Frog has vanished years ago (I don't even know what has happened to its owner, Iwo Gajda. If anybody knows, please write here or to me to sennajawa, my email provider is gmail.com). The "The guild of insane poets" has vanished (the new one has nothing to do with the old one; it should have been "The guild of mad poets" anyway). Polish poetic groups either lost their dynamism or were unpleasant from the beginning or both. Since poetry is about the interaction, I have decided that poetic activity is a pitiful waste of time. But long years pass and somehow I can't quite get away from this... whatever. Thus in my consecutive Internet sites, which I create like a maniac (there is a reason to it, while it makes no sense), I tend to have a poetic corner, like a corner for piano in a restaurant. Then I announce it. So be it. I am almost swearing, but even when drunk, I don't swear without a very good reason. And a lack of interest is fine, really, it's not a good reason to swear. I should be grateful to you.

 

[Senna Jawa]

I am no expert

(I love cognac but I am no expert. How good is Gautier?)

Indeed, I am abusing it, like it were a non-slavic vodka. It feels good anyway.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Infinity can be funny

BTW, I was a target of infinitely many f-words and similar (also of oh-so-so-sophisticated abuse) on Literotica Poetry Board, while myself I have never used any, I've applied only creative epithets. Even alcohol has not induced me into the f-language. Sorry for these trivial observations supported by the instant spell-checker.

 

[Angeline]

Your spelling is not always impeccable, but your ability to use instant spell check usually is. And your poetry usually is, too.

Hope you are well, my friend.

 

[Senna Jawa]

I don't even know what has happened to its owner, Iwo Gajda. If anybody knows, please write here or to me to sennajawa, my email provider is gmail.com.

At the time he lived in Norway. He was an incredible software artist and assistant (rather than simply a software teacher or instructor). He wrote me that he has no software dogma. That he will use anything that works. And indeed he was able to combine harmoniously all kind of constructions, incredible! He gave me a head start to HTML. He had provided several levels of authority over his site--Red Frog, so that I was able to correct misprints (ortho-errors in English and Polish ) in hundreds of poem on his site. I can go on praising him for a long-long time. Oh, if only Literotica had a software artist like this!!! But he was a human after all, and he did have a weakness. He was prone to bullshit, and it was one of the two reasons for the demise of his wonderful Red Frog, which hosted 1.Poetry and 2.Art by Children.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Hope you are well, my friend.

I am wonderful, thank you Angeline (that's why we are friends), and thank you cognac too (whatever the number of stars you have). Only this world is nothing but chaos, it has both horrible and wonderful flukes. I am afraid that there are more negative flukes than positive. Thus we have to cherish the positive flukes so much more--that's why it's worthwhile to keep on living.

BTW, Angeline, recently you have started a great thread, with not much feedback, and your poems got stronger, more energetic. I am very sorry for not responding, I have left but little energy. In your jazz poems you share with the reader the scenery rather than the music itself. This is a compliment! Let me explain. Either way it's great, as long as there is one way or the other (or both). I've myself written several poems induced by jazz. I make such poems jazz-like, or at least that's what I am aiming at (possibly I am fooling myself, while I have fooled a few readers along the my verse too, just a few).

 

[twelveoone]

I am wonderful, thank you Angeline (that's why we are friends), and thank you cognac too (whatever the number of stars you have). Only this world is nothing but chaos, it has both horrible and wonderful flukes. I am afraid that there are more negative flukes than positive. Thus we have to cherish the positive flukes so much more--that's why it's worthwhile to keep on living.

BTW, Angeline, recently you have started a great thread, with not much feedback, and your poems got stronger, more energetic. I am very sorry for not responding, I have left but little energy. In your jazz poems you share with the reader the scenery rather than the music itself. This is a compliment! Let me explain. Either way it's great, as long as there is one way or the other (or both). I've myself written several poems induced by jazz. I make such poems jazz-like, or at least that's what I am aiming at (possibly I am fooling myself, while I have fooled a few readers along the my verse too, just a few).

I applaud you,
forget what I said in the other thread.
I also ran across one of you comments on a newb,
I applaud you for that.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Angeline, ... In your jazz poems you share with the reader the scenery...

The scenery or the atmosphere of and around the world of jazz was fascinating. A mixture of the night life, mob, alcohol & drugs, marital infidelity, racial discrimination and the confidence of the black artists (who were not shy to own and use the guns themselves), and first of all by far--the ART!!! Very few of them had any formal musical education. But the artistic contacts were fantastically intensive, and there was always a great cross-pollination of the musical ideas. A talented youngster would progress by playing with the ever better jazz bands.

One tends to think that jazz was purely black but it was much more than that, and even "black" or "color" had many geographic origins, vastly different musically, yet blended by the top artists seamlessly.

BTW, the super-black jazz classic is "Summer time" with its tropical fish are jumpin'. Now check Internet (probably wikipedia) and see how wonderfully black it is.

As I said earlier, to convey in a poem the dense and exciting atmosphere of the jazz scenery is a great success--bravo Angeline!

 

[Senna Jawa]

BTW, the super-black jazz classic is "Summer time" with its tropical fish are jumpin'. Now check Internet (probably wikipedia) and see how wonderfully black it is.

I was hoping that you know (some of you do for sure) or that you will indeed check the topic on the Internet. Needless to say, I was half-joking.