Isolated Blurt Thread

[TxRad]

Why does pain inspire poetry?

Pain inspires emotion which releases the words.......

 

[impressive]

Pain inspires emotion which releases the words.......

But joy doesn't inspire NEARLY as much poetry.

 

[inlovewithyourghost]

Why does pain inspire poetry?

I like to think it is because it allows us to reach new levels of understanding which may have been closed to us before. Without pain we cannot appreciate beauty, etc... And though we often write as a release from the depths of this solitude, it is of comfort that our emotions - difficult as they may be to navigate - allow us to capture such raw and vivid imagery... Life... Something that we might take for granted on a daily basis. Even in moments of joy.

 

[lipsofanangel]

Do you think they could deliver the Sunday paper by 8:00 A.M.? Not everyone sleeps late on Sundays

I'd be happy if they ever delivered it to begin with! We've had more problems with our local paper and delivery standards than I know what to do with.

 

[Equinoxe]

But joy doesn't inspire NEARLY as much poetry.

I saw an interview with some singer once, I can't remember whom (no one I particularly like, I should imagine), who talked about why he wrote more sad songs than happy ones; I found it interesting. He said something along the lines of this: when he was happy, he didn't want to write, he just wanted to live in the moment and be happy, but when he was sad, writing songs helped him to sort through that and make sense of it.

 

[impressive]

I like to think it is because it allows us to reach new levels of understanding which may have been closed to us before. Without pain we cannot appreciate beauty, etc... And though we often write as a release from the depths of this solitude, it is of comfort that our emotions - difficult as they may be to navigate - allow us to capture such raw and vivid imagery... Life... Something that we might take for granted on a daily basis. Even in moments of joy.

Perhaps. Perhaps we just want to share our misery. Dilute it by spreading it around.

I saw an interview with some singer once, I can't remember whom (no one I particularly like, I should imagine), who talked about why he wrote more sad songs than happy ones; I found it interesting. He said something along the lines of this: when he was happy, he didn't want to write, he just wanted to live in the moment and be happy, but when he was sad, writing songs helped him to sort through that and make sense of it.

I suppose that tracks. However, if someone is spending an equivalent amount of time writing when "happy" as when "sad," then it still begs the question.

 

[Guest]

Perhaps. Perhaps we just want to share our misery. Dilute it by spreading it around.

I suppose that tracks. However, if someone is spending an equivalent amount of time writing when "happy" as when "sad," then it still begs the question.

for me, its easy for me to describe anger but the happy, love, wonderful always seems to elude that description, as if it were all too good to define. or maybe i feel like i would stain it if i did.

 

[impressive]

... but the happy, love, wonderful always seems to elude that description, as if it were all too good to define. or maybe i feel like i would stain it if i did.

 

[inlovewithyourghost]

for me, its easy for me to describe anger but the happy, love, wonderful always seems to elude that description, as if it were all too good to define. or maybe i feel like i would stain it if i did.

THIS is where you should say nothing at all... Just like Imp. Exactly.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Sudden colors of rage
magenta behind closed eyes
a fine filigree
of interwoven expression.

The soured smell of sadness
infusing cilia, cloying
with comfort inexplicable.

Woolen fabric over silken skin
warmth provided by prickling barrier.

Discordant strains of silence
unbroken by the hushed tones of melody.

Senses overwhelmed
Senses placated by the promise of tomorrow

You're so damn good.

 

[impressive]

Snowing. *sigh*

Looks lovely, but I so don't want school to be canceled tomorrow.

And where's my fireplace, hot chocolate, shearling blanket, and naked partner?

 

[Nosferatuness]

Snowing. *sigh*

Looks lovely, but I so don't want school to be canceled tomorrow.

And where's my fireplace, hot chocolate, shearling blanket, and naked partner?

Please take the cuffs off before you start touching me?

 

[impressive]

Please take the cuffs off before you start touching me?

Will do!

 

[Guest]

Will do!

you're so easy

 

[impressive]

you're so easy

It's a fascade. Once you're hooked, I become much more complicated.

 

[Guest]

It's a fascade. Once you're hooked, I become much more complicated.

switchy is all the complication i need

 

[Nosferatuness]

you're so easy

So are you if I recall correctly

Will do!

Why are you in the States?

 

[Guest]

Procrastinating II

My ethics document is open. That's about it so far.

 

[Guest]

So are you if I recall correctly

i was tryin my bestest to play hard to get!

 

[impressive]

Why are you in the States?

Why AREN'T you? *grin* (Either situation can be rectified, y'know.)

 

[lipsofanangel]

My blurt of the moment...

Sometimes going through a show from the beginning is really interesting.

 

[Nosferatuness]

Why AREN'T you? *grin* (Either situation can be rectified, y'know.)

But I want you NOW!

 

[impressive]

But I want you NOW!

Fuck! *cough* 'scuse me for a few ...

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Regarding the debate about writting when in angst.

I think it's because pain is slightly easier to deal with when it's been transformed into words on a page. The words can't 'hurt' when they are out of you. I have this one big document with all my poems in it in chronologicaly order (but unfortunately not dated) and if you were to read all of those, the transition (as many people have told me) is phenomenal and disturbing.

For me, when the words are out there and others can read them, i hurt less because in a way ive been able to articulate the pain. I haven't written propper poetry for over a year. I've not felt so angsty and down and the like to be able to articulate the emotion.

I think like Vella said happiness is too good to define- that sated, content happiness that you can just 'feel' not neccesarily borne of a sudden wonderful occurance- but the kind that just settles on you like a blanket. Also, i think when we're happy it really shows, and so what's the use of the words? Whereas when we're not all that positive, we may well try to cover it up or even hide ourselves away. The angsty poetry is a way of reaching us- the way we really feel.

~~That's what it's like for me anyway.

My art on the other hand is almost a 'religious experience' its hard to explain but i feel like a huge physical weight HAS been lifted from me, and it's a pretty intense feeling- i find it hard to explain and it also sounds pretty stupid.

 

[Guest]

how do u teach a kid to NOT talk with their mouth full of food? ?

its gross