i got something from the poems of crane and yeats. so im okay in as much as i can see it. i'm not a follower of either though. i'm still trying to come to terms with what "being true to my muse" actually means. i'm pretty much true to myself and what you see is more or less what you get, but my muse if i have one is at this moment, giggling behind snotty fingers at me and thinking 'he doesn't even know i exist'
my problem is that i can seldom decipher delusions, unless of course they're intelligible ones
and we all, even me, have towers of brilliance in, around, or under us. i find it isn't the quality of work that makes a good poet, but the improvements they've made with each successive bout of poetry they wrote. good poets grow and we're all capable of that, thankfully, i've never had tower envy ;P
i know someone said,
"if only you'd walked in my shoes; you still wouldn't know me, all you'd know were my shoes."
naw i just generated that from my years of suffering. but it gets the point across. pain isn't a problem, not emotional or physical; sure it hurts when it it's given, dealing with it is the real problem. i like to use it in ways that make me happy,
the belt buckle gave me an understanding of people. the hug an understanding of what people want to be. my muse if i have one shows me that all the bad things that happen don't really matter, they're just stairs we climb to happy hour.
my book if i have one, only has blank pages, my book will never be written, my book at this moment is making me cry as i type, well, my eyes are wlling up ready to do that awful deed...and i'm happy. i see in an instant all those bad things i've been through and i'm so happy. my history isn't my book, it's just a reference to look at while my blank pages tell me why i'm happy.
we never had much food as a kids and when i had kids, i made sure the cupboards were stocked to the brim, my kids never went hungry. the never got molested, and they were and are always loved. i like to think my poetry went along the same lines.
at first it was about all the ills of my world and then i saw i was writing about someone else's world,
i am the tower, i write shite poetry but i do have a great tower
my problem is that i can seldom decipher delusions, unless of course they're intelligible ones
and we all, even me, have towers of brilliance in, around, or under us. i find it isn't the quality of work that makes a good poet, but the improvements they've made with each successive bout of poetry they wrote. good poets grow and we're all capable of that, thankfully, i've never had tower envy ;P
i know someone said,
"if only you'd walked in my shoes; you still wouldn't know me, all you'd know were my shoes."
naw i just generated that from my years of suffering. but it gets the point across. pain isn't a problem, not emotional or physical; sure it hurts when it it's given, dealing with it is the real problem. i like to use it in ways that make me happy,
the belt buckle gave me an understanding of people. the hug an understanding of what people want to be. my muse if i have one shows me that all the bad things that happen don't really matter, they're just stairs we climb to happy hour.
my book if i have one, only has blank pages, my book will never be written, my book at this moment is making me cry as i type, well, my eyes are wlling up ready to do that awful deed...and i'm happy. i see in an instant all those bad things i've been through and i'm so happy. my history isn't my book, it's just a reference to look at while my blank pages tell me why i'm happy.
we never had much food as a kids and when i had kids, i made sure the cupboards were stocked to the brim, my kids never went hungry. the never got molested, and they were and are always loved. i like to think my poetry went along the same lines.
at first it was about all the ills of my world and then i saw i was writing about someone else's world,
i am the tower, i write shite poetry but i do have a great tower