13 April 2006

4/13

"We'll get right to the heart of the matter
It's the heart that matters more"

Omaha by Counting Crows
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They say that there is such thing as poetry which rhymes and has a somber feel. Poetry, seems more like art to me than writing. I think of writing as a form of expression, whereas poetry just seems like painting - yes, a form of expression, but in the way of expressing feeling in a visual way. Poetry is read, like words, like stories; however, whenever I paint one thing I always do is look at the painting from different angles and distances - this is the same with poetry. It is up for interpretation. This being said, it seems that I have lots of somber feeling that I like to express, but I seem to have a stop gap that makes me feel groovy whenever poetry has a bouncy rhythym. I want desperately to write a rhymed poem with a somber feel but everytime the poetry turns into a picture of a natural event - like a storm, not a break up.
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On to more fun topics: Here's something that has been like Beef Stew for me recently: I'm wondering about how someone could best know me, without knowing me. What could they look at and see and think, "alright I'm getting a somewhat decent feel for this guy." I'd like to say something intelligent, or something that makes sense. That doesn't necessarily work, however, because I think somewhere inside of me, I don't want to be summed up that easily. I want for someone to look at my closet full of clothes and my bookshelf full of books. I want people to see some top siders and some boots next to some ghetto basketball shoes. I want people to see "Raggamuffin Gospel" on the shelf, in between "The Official Preppy Handguide" and "Into the Wild." Then if you scroll further left, you'll see "The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handguide" and then three memoirs: one - "Now I Can Die in Peace," two - "A Salty Peace of Land," and three - "The Scriptures." Now do you feel you know me intimately? -- No? -- Good.

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