< nothing is a feeling >

[rayheinrich]

                                          < nothing is a feeling >

                                                pin point
                                                pressed
                                                eyes closed
                                                a scent
                                                a flower is supposed
                                                a night
                                                a death
                                                a rows on rows
                                                a through
                                                and through
                                                a point
                                                is pressed
                                                there's no
                                                unless
                                               
                                                    - - -





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Free-Ranging Venerated, Creative Responses Deified

[billy]

is this based on a song ray? it's quite haunting. sometimes i console myself with the fact that though i may not be able to write good poetry, i can at least read it.

[rayheinrich]

is this based on a song ray? it's quite haunting. sometimes i console
myself with the fact that though i may not be able to write good poetry,
i can at least read it.

Not any song I can recall. But that doesn't mean
a whole lot since most inspiration comes from the parts of
our mind that we can't consciously access (commonly called
'muse' or 'billy' ). I console myself every time I read a good poem.
I just found a book of Borges' poems and consoled myself
all the way to despair. If our writing depended on favorable
comparisons to what we read, none of us would dare.

[milo]

is this based on a song ray? it's quite haunting. sometimes i console
myself with the fact that though i may not be able to write good poetry,
i can at least read it.

Not any song I can recall. But that doesn't mean
a whole lot since most inspiration comes from the parts of
our mind that we can't consciously access (commonly called
'muse' or 'billy' ). I console myself every time I read a good poem.
I just found a book of Borges' poems and consoled myself
all the way to despair. If our writing depended on favorable
comparisons to what we read, none of us would dare.

what happened to the book case and the table saw?

[rayheinrich]

what happened to the book case and the table saw?

The book case fell over and the table saw sits quietly rusting,
dreaming of (as is the want of table saws) the thumb or finger
that it sorely wants.

[billy]

while in woodwork class at school, i sawed through three quarters of my left thumb and well into the bone. the teacher fainted at the sight of spurting blood while class mates cheered the spurts on hoping for ever higher ones. i'm sure it dreams of me still