Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Lightning Rod wrote:doreen, if I am Simon Cowles, then you are Paula Abdul

hehe... too funny

D I asked Clay about that word universal, it is a comforting thought to think that the nature of the beast is universal.

I leave the critiques to the professionals because the staff at litckicks told me I needed professional help
me being silly doreen,

doreen I am thinking about A Lew Welch quote from Genesis Angels where he speaks of pissing on small fires, and changing things just to make them different not better. He was working at an Ad Agency in Chicago when he wrote that.

Do you think Dino was mocking himself a little bit?
I have no idea, I live in my own bubble, nobody in my universe but me.


interesting discussion
I wish I was a poet
I might learn something here.

I hope this has been help full
I don't know if dino mocks himself
but I do.

sorry dino
I do not mean to put words in your mouth
maybe that is what I have done

It seems to be my nature,

Cassandra Affective Disorder

http://www.faaas.org/doc.php?40,0

Clay wrote

it is a lament for not having what you need to do what you need to do

I think it's universal

I believe in Spinoza's G d clay
he helps those that help them selves

Clay is totally inconsistent in his "critiques."

Here's another lovely poem by constantine that is personal ... the type of poem that Clay is saying he doesn't tend to read or like.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=12735

Yet, Clay commented on it saying how much he liked it!

Too funny, right? I could also point out dozens of poems written by Clay which have the same type of themes.... personal poems, about Clay's life and how he's feeling at the moment. But I'll spare you. Just search and you'll find them.

I believe Clay critiques when he's in a pissy mood. Somebody probably told him last night that his piano playing needed improvement or something. Something.

If the poem can be analyzed, so can the critic.

Speaking of which, I could use a little critical analysis myself.

as TK would say
let's get back to the text
(I am still try to grok what those french philosphers say when they say "there is nothing outside the text"
http://everything2.com/title/There%2520 ... e%2520text

Clay is right, it is a lament, I was just trying to say that I did not take the poem as universal, I took my own meaning, which includes some self mockery because I got what I need to do what I need to do. It seems that Dino does too.

Just by his comment to my comment

my mirror is your mirror.
in its beveled edge,
my face splits in two.

Again this all does not matter
I thought the poem was perfecto
what I don't know nothing about it
maybe sometimes just a word of encouragement is enouhg
Like
Wow! Dino that was a kick ass poem

but I must say all in all
this is becoming a very interesting discussion
did I already say that,
I repeat myself a lot
it is supposed to be very hip
in a post deconstructionist kind of way

do you know many people who mock themselves
is self mockery univeral too
self pity seems pretty got darned universal

Maybe I am just a sucker for greek mythology
Loved this poem

sorry dino
I take everything so literal
as if you were on a stage here.

I hope it is help full
I would not know
I have never been to one of those poetry readings
maybe you will be fore armed from all this.

I have only scracthed the surface of this poem I just gave a knee jerk gut reaction first thought reply

going to print this one out
and think on it somemore

hell, i stepped out for a few and missed all the action. i didn't see it as self-pity, but as an honest relaying of how i feel - my inability to see or accept the writing on the wall. i think we live in a society and world where emotion is taken as weakness - blood in the water. we are disconnected from each other, even from ourselves. poetry that enters the realm of feeling , of love, of anguish - we shrink away from - we deny. i was always rather sensitive; i've been a loner out of self-protection, but in my poetry i say what i feel and damn the torpedoes. as for self-mockery, no, that was not my intent with this poem, but as said before, once it's in the reader's hands it ceases to be mine. the reader brings his own soul to the table. you guys are cool. clay gave his opinion - that's the way it should be. we're cool!!

Well Constancy, I happen to really like this poem very much, it speaks to me, as many of your pieces do, and gives license to many things I often think about, despite the fact that those things are usually branded as a waste of time to dwell on...Me, well, I happen to think they are importantly very dwellable subjects, and the more out in the open the better, I think it can lead us all to, or at least towards, authenticity which is what I see lacking in society, due to it's unwillingness to just be, and be okay with it, no matter what.
Indeed, some read a "maudlin" title and immediately move on, I think, however it's a sign they need to read it most, feel it most, muck around in it most.
Avoidance is a flawed emotion usually.
Keep in comin constantine! We Heartists love yer stuff!
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thanks hester. been checking out your artlog. you do readings? i've flirted with tarot, but not in a while.