🚀 go-pugleaf

On Thursday, May 5, 2022 at 10:12:40 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Thursday, May 5, 2022 at 5:55:07 AM UTC-4, YoYo wrote: 
> > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 9:28:01 PM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:13:33 PM UTC-4, blackpo...@aol.com wrote: 
> > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:02:28 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote: 
> > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 10:01:54 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:51:56 AM UTC-4, YoYo wrote: 
> > > > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:45:06 AM UTC-4, blackpo...@aol.com wrote: 
> > > > > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:39:42 AM UTC-4, YoYo wrote: 
> > > > > > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:32:09 AM UTC-4, blackpo...@aol.com wrote: 
> > > > > > > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:26:47 AM UTC-4, YoYo wrote: 
> > > > > > > > > > > On Wednesday, May 4, 2022 at 7:10:57 AM UTC-4, blackpo...@aol.com wrote: 
> > > > > > > > > > > > Spin Cycle 
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> > > > > > > > > > > > I look at the circus poster 
> > > > > > > > > > > > hung in the laundromat window; 
> > > > > > > > > > > > a colorful life of magic and dreams 
> > > > > > > > > > > > and think of my life, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > a three ring torment, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > the circus master controlling 
> > > > > > > > > > > > my stuck here existence 
> > > > > > > > > > > > and wonder, in the dead of night, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > can I go and run, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > frolic with the clowns, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > bury myself in popcorn 
> > > > > > > > > > > > and ice cream dreams, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > watch the children laugh 
> > > > > > > > > > > > remembering my innocent laugh 
> > > > > > > > > > > > so long ago. 
> > > > > > > > > > > > 
> > > > > > > > > > > > It's for the young, I tell myself, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > those with care free days ahead 
> > > > > > > > > > > > not yet caught in dark memories 
> > > > > > > > > > > > of yesterday's wishes 
> > > > > > > > > > > > and when the tents are struck 
> > > > > > > > > > > > on the traveling glee, 
> > > > > > > > > > > > I’ll remain and watch 
> > > > > > > > > > > > the spin cycle cleanup 
> > > > > > > > > > > > my fantasy. 
> > > > > > > > > > > > 
> > > > > > > > > > > > Edward Rochester Esq. 
> > > > > > > > > > > Have you ever sat in a laundromat at 2am, 
> > > > > > > > > > > watching your clothes tumble in a large 
> > > > > > > > > > > glass-fronted dryer like it was a big tv screen, 
> > > > > > > > > > > trying to follow your socks around and around 
> > > > > > > > > > > as if they were the stars of the program? 
> > > > > > > > > > Yes and left with one sock missing. 
> > > > > > > > > > 
> > > > > > > > > > There is a poem there waiting to be born. 
> > > > > > > > > Who decides whether the poem is born or not? 
> > > > > > > > I assume, lady poet or white men in black robes. 
> > > > > > > When you assume someone’s a lady or white, 
> > > > > > > you dismiss the words of others who might write. 
> > > > > > > The poets decide when their poems exist, 
> > > > > > > and the poems say what the poets insists. 
> > > > > > > We are the poets. Our words are our craft. 
> > > > > > > Please forgive any errors. This is a first draft. 
> > > > > > I disagree with that sentiment. 
> > > > > > 
> > > > > > A poet has little to no say in the creation of a poem. 
> > > > > > 
> > > > > > The poem already exists in its pure, or perfect, form in some parallel universe alongside of the Platonic Ideals. 
> > > > > > 
> > > > > > The poet peers into that other world, and attempts to recreate that poem for others. But the poet is unable to see more than snatches of that poem at a time, so his recreation of it is necessarily flawed. 
> > > > > > 
> > > > > > Or, as Emerson so eloquently expressed it: "poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations." 
> > > > > We like this conceptualization... 
> > > > > 
> > > > > Would it solely be "miswritten" or could it be transformative? 
> > > > > 
> > > > > I may not be a poet but you surely know it. Although 
> > > > > I sure try to rhyme it, recite it and love to incite 
> > > > > it. And I'm surely not a prophet either, but I sure 
> > > > > talk loud and love to toss tables around. And I will 
> > > > > always intone afterwards, "Told you it would be so!" 
> > > > > Nor am I a leader, being too busy charging to mind my 
> > > > > charge and most likely also lost and may not know it. 
> > > > > So I will defiantly shout out my war cry, "So what 
> > > > > about it?" 
> > > > There are times that I have no idea where the words came from 
> > > > and at times, I re-read and am astonished that I wrote it. 
> > > Yes! There have been numerous times when I've read a poem here and thought "this is really good -- I wish I could write something like that"... only to find my name at the bottom of it. 
> > > > My poetic mind and order eggs mind are separate. 
> > > > 
> > > > Don't misunderstand...shit can be scattered between brilliance, but it remains a crap shoot (Pun intended) 
> > "For me, there's this huge gap between the way I language myself in poetry and the way I language myself in everyday life," Martin says, using "language" as a verb. 
> > https://www.npr.org/2022/04/29/1095206261/for-neurodivergent-non-speaking-poets-collaboration-is-the-basis-of-language
> For me, both bleed into each other. I believe I have some fans of my street corner hard knocked sermonizing-- VA van drivers-- or perhaps it's that I make the long drive less boring >.<

I have it on excellent authority that VA van drivers have a bias in favor 
of the veterans they transport, and are therefore predisposed to pleasant 
interpersonal interactions irrespective of subject matter. Which is to say,
they are just being nice to you because they are good people who care.