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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 19 2009, 12:42 AM (242 Views) | |
| BlenderCat | Feb 19 2009, 12:42 AM Post #1 |
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I'm going to attempt be serious here for a moment. Yes kids. I CAN be serious every blue moon or so. I don't really expect any comments on this, but if anybody feels froggy, then by all means, jump right in. I would imagine most of us don't really think about why we "do what we do." We just DO IT. It's like breathing I suppose. It's been that way, off and on for me, for quite some time now. Maybe we're just bored. Maybe it's to fulfill some vague internal need, almost like an obligation to just get this stuff out in the open. Kind of like a way of letting of pressure so it doesn't build up and explode, or flare up and consume us. I won't go into all the periods I wrote like mad, nor all my dry spells. I'm in one right now. Who knows how long I'll be like this. Does it really mater to me if I ever write another single word of verse? Not really. I suppose I've said everything I needed to say, the best way I knew how, when I needed to do it. But when it happened, it came on like a firestorm. It was like a bolt of lightning hitting my brain, shocking my faculties out of cool inebriation. I simply had to do it. I would write on whatever I could get my hands on; the back of a napkin, a sales receipt, anything. It didn't matter. I simply had to do it. It was an obsession; a compulsion. That didn't come from me. I don't know where. Someplace else I suppose. That was the easy part. Then came the work. The meticulous working and reworking of every word, every sentence, every line until it was perfect. Or at least as perfect as I could ever hope to make it. Nothing is ever really perfect I suppose, save for the blank page. If I was lucky I didn't have to. The words would just spill out from my pen in perfect order, perfect symmetry. But that happened never often enough. It was a chore. I never really enjoyed writing. The final outcome was always the whole point. But I had to do it. And when it stopped, it was a relief. The compulsion was lifted. The obsession was gone. I could think now. My mind was no longer consumed with words. Words nonstop day, nonstop night. I was free to live. To see. To think. To breathe. To feel. To live life. To build it all up until the next torrent unleashed. I suppose the scatological metaphors could begin here, but I haven't the energy for the endeavor. But why? Why do it to begin with? Why do it at all? In a nutshell, I write to understand myself, to understand my world, my universe, my life, my surroundings. To take all this crazy shit we call life; all these random assortments of sights and sounds, tastes and smells, sensations and feelings; try to find some pattern. Try to make some sense of the senseless. Give some meaning to the meaningless. Bend it and mold it into some shape. Look!!! There it is!!! I can finally see it clearly now. Whether I really can or not isn't the issue. But does it all make sense now? Does it all make sense to me? Do I finally understand? Or at least think I understand? My writings are very personal. Probably the most personal possessions I have. But I've always tried to write in such a way that it's somehow not about me anymore. Maybe somebody else will read something and see the same things I do. See the same connections I see. Maybe someone will read something and say "I know, exactly!!!" Maybe someone will read something and remember something they never even realized they had forgotten in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, one person will read something and say "yes, me too." Edited by BlenderCat, Mar 9 2009, 04:06 PM.
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| YesterdaysDreams | Feb 19 2009, 09:09 PM Post #2 |
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I like you better when your not serious XD |
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| BlenderCat | Feb 19 2009, 09:21 PM Post #3 |
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I like you better when you're not wearing any underpnts. Your point?
Edited by BlenderCat, Feb 19 2009, 09:22 PM.
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| Gibson | Feb 19 2009, 09:26 PM Post #4 |
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I guess everyone writes for a different reason. Good job with this. Are you wanting people to post why we write? |
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| BlenderCat | Feb 19 2009, 09:40 PM Post #5 |
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Eh, it's up to you. I tend to overintellectualize most everything. I wasn't really expecting anybody to. But like I said, it you'r feeling froggy, jump right in. |
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| ShiloFish | Feb 19 2009, 09:58 PM Post #6 |
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I write because it makes me feel sane. Its nice to know that I have presence of mind enough to link words together and form them into sentences. Its also a much more elegant way of saying, "I'm angry", then just saying it. Its also a great feeling to sit down and watch words flow. I usually find that i'm experiencing feelings I didn't know about, until I see them scribbled onto a piece of paper. Its something I started when I was twelve. My girlfriend at the time was a psychotic attention whore who tried to solve her problems by cutting them out of her body. I got tired of her feeling sad about everything so I figured i'd write my feelings down and send them to her in a letter. Somehow it turned into a piece of poetry. She got it and was cheered substantially by it. Ever since then I wrote all my feelings down and kept shitting out more and more poetry. It was an awesome release and it made me feel special about finally having a passion. The way the story went showed me how much i've changed over the years. I guess I lied. I write not just to feel sane, but to learn from my mistakes, and to see what kind i'll be making in the future. Edited by ShiloFish, Feb 19 2009, 10:40 PM.
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| Gibson | Feb 19 2009, 10:07 PM Post #7 |
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I guess there are thousands of possible reasons a person would write poetry. I'm not really sure how to start this honestly I haven't really given it much thought before now. Every sense I first started school I was always the weird kid, I really can't think of a time where I actually fit in and I'm not sure what I think about it I'm not sure what I think about anything. I've always felt comfortable being misunderstood. I think this is because I really don't understand myself I tend to shape and change as I see fit. I have always believed that every person has many "selves" within them some of them may be philosophical, some of them may be poets, some of them may be rambling drug addicts. The list is great and small depending on the person. I myself try to capture these selves when they are playing the biggest part of their role in my life at the time. If anybody has seen my work you will see many different styles. Some of them are from drug induced trances, some of them are for the dark and abstract thoughts that wander in my head from time to time, some of them are from the blues singer and guitar player, some are from a sensitive lover, and some are from a rambling surrealist. I'm not sure that it's any kind of release for me but more of a sanctuary. I really take pride in my work it may not be good at all but it's all I have besides my guitar. I guess any art is like that, It grows and grows until it becomes the only true thing that you have, something you will carry it with you till the day you die. |
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| YesterdaysDreams | Feb 19 2009, 10:49 PM Post #8 |
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I guess any art is like that, It grows and grows until it becomes the only true thing that you have, something you will carry it with you till the day you die Well said Andy Pants, well said |
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| BlenderCat | Feb 19 2009, 11:42 PM Post #9 |
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Wow Shilo. I'm not exactly sure why, maybe my lack of sleep, but that's like one of the best things I've heard in a while. |
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| ShiloFish | Feb 19 2009, 11:47 PM Post #10 |
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Gues it didn't post it or something but, what that I said great makes you feel? |
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