write poetry again

I do jot things down now and again, but don’t normally make time to get into the feeling of it like I once did.

I did though recently write a poem for my mate.

It is our 21st anniversary. I have had a thing for her since I was 9 (she was 7). When I was 17 she stalked me and basically invited herself into my life and became my partner, my mate and best friend. There was never a date or conversation of a relationship – just her moving in and assuming her role in my life like it had always been there for her and waiting for her to simply show up for her reservation. Since then we have had a lot of adventure, 3 kids and a great time of life.

so for our anniversary I wrote a poem 21 lines long. the first letter of each line made up the tittle of the poem. each line was 7 sylables in length. 21 is comprised of 3 sevens. 3 and 4 are the 2 main conponents of 7 making it a very powerful number. 3 represents the spiritual components of the universe, 4 represents the material components. In total there were 147 sylables in the poem. dividing it by 3 equals 49 of which the square root is 7. I know a bit bizzare but nonetheless I wrote a poem taking all this into consideration. the toughest part was coming up with a title that was 21 letters long. It was ” a stalker 21 years latter”.

Oh one more thing was the poetic delivery.

I wrote one line of the poem on each of 21 cards. I then distributed them to random people and friends that my mate would come in contact with over 3 days. She would do her regular work shopping and people would stop her and give her a card. she would order coffee and someone would give her a card. Friend she had not heard from in some time would call, text, email or face book her giving her clues as to the location of another card. She would be cooking and customers would give her a card. It was fun watching her experience the poem and in the end read it in its totality and enjoy it again.

Like good music, or food I guess a good poem is something that is all the better when the context and delivery makes it an entity to be experienced.

guess we will see if I can produce more poems

I use to write allll of the time. It is definitley something I should get back into. Maybe reading my old stuff will get me going again..

other than some scribbles here and there. I often still feel the poetry in me, and hear it in my mind.

What’s been keeping me?

To celebrate adding this to my list before I even added it, I wrote (well, started actually) a short poem about 10 minutes ago. I was very inspired by something uncontrollable that happened earlier; it stirred my emotions in such a way, I didn’t quite know what I felt—until the word “disturbed” came to me.

I wrote it, and after that, the dialog (with an oddly involved party) that had already been forming in my head took shape—in the form of a poem.

Yay! It feels good. :-D

I will keep with it.

lost my luster. Writer’s block and it sucks. Nothing seems to spark my interest anymore. help

After visiting friends in Indianapolis and Tennessee, I had a spurt of poetry writing. That was encouraging, although I feel like I’m always spurred on to writing by a gloomy disposition. Because of that, I’m not sure what to make of this goal — it’s sort of asking to be in a dour mood, but I really like the end result. Ah, catharsis.

started to write again; it feels foreign.

I feel that my interest in writing poetry was crushed during my freshman year… My teacher had us edit our work over and over and over and OVER again. I may have learned a couple things, but it took the fun out of writing for me.

I don’t have an interest in sharing my poetry, but it’d be nice to write for myself again, and like what I put on paper.

i stopped in 2002, God knows why. and since then, i couldn’t find a single thing to say

some poem fragments last week. I read more poetry than usual, and was, admittedly, directly inspired.

I’m in a crisis, I need help
Come on mood shift, shift back to good again
Come on be a friend

Nina Twin is trying to help, and I
Really hope that she succeeds
Though I picked the thorny path myself
I’m afraid, afraid of where it leads

Chemicals, don’t strangle my pen
Chemicals don’t make me sick again
I’m always so dubious of your intent

Like I can’t afford to replace what you’ve spent

Nina Twin is trying to help, and I
Really hope she gets me straight
‘Cause my own inner cosmology
Has become too dense to navigate

Chemicals, don’t flatten my mind
Chemicals, don’t mess me up this time
Know you bait me way more than you should
And it’s just like you to hurt me when I’m feeling good

(Album: Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?)

From Wikipedia:

In his review for Pitchfork, Andy Dubbin suggests that ”’Heimdalsgate’ takes up the drugs-as-artistic-inspiration vs. drugs-as-personal-ruin dilemma and plays it out with equally conflicted musical gestures.” The interpretation of the song’s subject matter as drug-related is not uncommon—but according to (Of Montreal frontman Kevin) Barnes, neither is it valid. Asked “Are you a stoner?” by The Stranger’s Christopher Frizzelle in direct reference to the song’s “chemicals”, Barnes says, “Yeah, that has nothing to do with drugs. That’s the chemicals in your mind.”

FRIZZELLE: Serotonin?

BARNES: Yeah. I went through this chemical depression, and that’s when I was writing a lot of the songs for Hissing Fauna. They’re all songs about that experience. And I was experiencing it in the moment that I was writing the songs, and sort of asking myself: What the hell is going on? Why are you all of a sudden totally paranoid and plagued by these anxieties? And why is everything so distorted and confusing and fucked up? My lifestyle hadn’t changed that much. And then I realized, well, there’s something going on inside of me that I don’t have control over, and then you realize how vulnerable you are to these things, these elements that you can’t understand, or unless you go on medication and get it under control. It’s like you’re being betrayed by your body.

FRIZZELLE: Sometimes if you just put on a dress or something your whole mood can change.

BARNES: To some degree. I’d gotten to that point where nothing was working. I was borderline suicidal, and my relationship with my girlfriend had totally eroded and she’d gone back to Norway with our daughter and everything was totally fucked, and I was just like, What can I do? “The Past Is a Grotesque Animal” is about that. The lyrics tell the story of what was really going on and the music sort of represents this other emotion that I wish existed. The music was really happy because I wanted to make something that would lift my spirits.

“Heimdalsgate” is the name of the street in Oslo on which Barnes lived; the “-gate” suffix in Norwegian means “street”. “Promethean Curse” alludes to the ancient myth of Prometheus; Barnes is thought to be employing the curse as it pertains to “the burdens of consciousness and creativity” inflicted upon mankind when, against the demands of Zeus, Prometheus brought fire to earth.