it doesn’t matter what they will make of your days: / they will be wrong, they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man, / all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.
I miss the wrong woman almost everyday. my tale is mythic and awakened by fear. i used to practice Zen studies with tai chi. i learned about eastern philosophies during my existential phase. i felt very alone although i was surrounded by light beings. i experienced relationships that would transform my personal wanderings. i would feel the pain and loss and angst as if the people died inside me. i resort towards poetry for a way to exhale my ideas.
"Poetry itself is a paradoxical intertwining of intimacy and distance." This to me is one of the great things about it, the frisson, the liminal, going from edge to edge. Too much of one or the other is not poetry, or not what makes it exciting and great, therapy on the one side, intellectualizing on the other, ie. no tension. I'm guilty of both.
I miss the wrong woman almost everyday. my tale is mythic and awakened by fear. i used to practice Zen studies with tai chi. i learned about eastern philosophies during my existential phase. i felt very alone although i was surrounded by light beings. i experienced relationships that would transform my personal wanderings. i would feel the pain and loss and angst as if the people died inside me. i resort towards poetry for a way to exhale my ideas.
"Poetry itself is a paradoxical intertwining of intimacy and distance." This to me is one of the great things about it, the frisson, the liminal, going from edge to edge. Too much of one or the other is not poetry, or not what makes it exciting and great, therapy on the one side, intellectualizing on the other, ie. no tension. I'm guilty of both.