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[NivKay]

Hi everyone,

It's an odd thread, this one, part whimsical, part therapeutic. I recently re-read a poem by Nobel laureate, Wisława Szmborska, "Possibilities":

Possibilities​

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

And this time, I cried, cried heavily, something that surprised me, although, its not that suprising. A recent diagnosis of cancer is probably the reason behind it. But the cancer will be resolved one way or the other.

But I suddenly became aware of a need to hear what possibilities exist in other souls and minds, and I thought of Lit and a thread.

So post yor preferences, which don't have to be sexual in nature, which come from within you.

I'll start.

I prefer questions without easy answers.
I prefer walking in cities I don't own.
I prefer the ache that tells me I've lived.

 

[sunset_dreaming]

Nice concept

I prefer vinyl over CDs
I prefer coffee if offered tea
I prefer pedal-power to take in the sunshine and fresh air

Apologies for the lack of whimsy and obvious smart-ass reply

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

Hi everyone,

It's an odd thread, this one, part whimsical, part therapeutic. I recently re-read a poem by Nobel laureate, Wisława Szmborska, "Possibilities":

Possibilities​

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

And this time, I cried, cried heavily, something that surprised me, although, its not that suprising. A recent diagnosis of cancer is probably the reason behind it. But the cancer will be resolved one way or the other.

But I suddenly became aware of a need to hear what possibilities exist in other souls and minds, and I thought of Lit and a thread.

So post yor preferences, which don't have to be sexual in nature, which come from within you.

I'll start.

I prefer questions without easy answers.
I prefer walking in cities I don't own.
I prefer the ache that tells me I've lived.

Fenbendazole and ivermectin for cancer. Look up the Tippens protocol! Careful with the doctors and good luck!!

 

[Statius]

I prefer sunshine through a leafy canopy than without
I prefer the sound of the wind in the trees over waves
I prefer quiet contentment over brief moments of extreme joy

 

[Statius]

Hi everyone,

It's an odd thread, this one, part whimsical, part therapeutic. I recently re-read a poem by Nobel laureate, Wisława Szmborska, "Possibilities":

Possibilities​

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

And this time, I cried, cried heavily, something that surprised me, although, its not that suprising. A recent diagnosis of cancer is probably the reason behind it. But the cancer will be resolved one way or the other.

But I suddenly became aware of a need to hear what possibilities exist in other souls and minds, and I thought of Lit and a thread.

So post yor preferences, which don't have to be sexual in nature, which come from within you.

I'll start.

I prefer questions without easy answers.
I prefer walking in cities I don't own.
I prefer the ache that tells me I've lived.

Thanks for sharing the poem, it's beautiful. Haven't read this before, and deep gratitude and respect for starting this thread. I wish you well. Find, and have Peace.

 

[NivKay]

I prefer mornings that ache
less than nights
I prefer leaving with a reason
to return
I prefer scars that speak softly