...and, hum, what about *ROAR*? Monosyllabic. Attention-catching. Unambiguous. Translation: "Beware. Here stands Lion Such-and-Such. Nuisances go minding their own business somewhere else." One of my sister's (and mine) fav books as kids was "Charlotte's web" by Elwyn Brooks White. We used to quote from it at each other: "What a pig", "Radiant"... (picture here Philibert trying hard to look radiant). It *will* be all right. From some point on. For you both, and those you love.
Actually, "rar" is derived from "roar." I don't remember how we came to this (my sister and I have a bunch of nonsense words between us that make no sense to anyone except us), but I do remember tigers, or at least cats, were involved. I like your translation.
I remember reading Charlotte's Web when I was little! I don't remember that much in the way of quotes, though.
Finding surprising new means of being all right every day. On a completely different note, I reread Sviksu last night, and was surprised by what I had written. It was... for some reason, I got a different impression of it than I had immediately after I wrote it.
Ok, so now you should let us know what your impression was at the time, and what it is now. I would really like to know. Btw, Lina the cat may not have the vocal scope for a roar, but she definitely rars when needed.
I can definitely see Lina raring! My sister rars a lot too. Mostly it's out of playful affection, fooling around and such.
Sviksu-- for some reason, I felt like the emotional impact had shifted. Parts that I thought were the most powerful weren't, and parts that I don't remember putting as much attention into hit me harder. Strange how time can do that. I'll try to be more specific in an e.
I'm a little bit hesitant about posting here, but I wasn't sure where else to put it. I hope this isn't too strange.
I love your way with words. To me, all your pieces are beautiful, even the ones that make me uncomfortable or sad. I haven't read them all, but I plan to. Your writing is truly powerful. And thought-provoking. It's something I feel the need to share with others. I am honored and humbled to be able to read your work… although I don't know if that's really the right word for it. It's definitely much more than that. Thank you, anyways, for sharing yourself with us. It is greatly appreciated.
Don't be hesitant--feel free to post whatever, whenever. I always welcome a chance to talk to more people, and thanks a lot for reading. It means a lot to me. My poems are mostly responses to the events occurring around me, or whatever themes I have in mind at the time. Right now, it seems I have a lot of thoughts related to homosexuality and whether or not it affects... everything.
I need to stop reading you on my phone. I'm glad I do because it's nice to get something that makes you go hmmm and heave a sigh of relief that you are not alone when you're out in public, feeling like a freak too.
But it's really hard to touch type a meaningful thanks on a tiny phone with my giant thumbs forever mistaking a pause or a space for an n. Words are hard- out loud I don't have the opportunity to reflect and consider and think through because I've got everyone looking at me for an answer now and it almost always comes out wrong. If I'm writing I can read it back and examine my own thoughts with some hope of clarity and it feels less immediate when I see something off and wrong. If it's in front of me, instead of mixing with everything else inside of me, I can take it apart as it is and build it again as I feel it should be.
So thanks, for putting that into better words than I had :D
I love your phone comments (especially the last one, with the incomprehensible Anthony :D).
wrt writing: I feel that way too. It allows for more control and precision of expression. For some reason, I don't think I've ever thought about writing as building (your words brought to mind the image of bricklaying, though I have no idea why). I definitely associate it with looms and shuttles and Penelope taking the threads out to keep the suitors away.
Hee. Anthony can be the new avatar of miscommunication. You didn't hear what i said, somehow our wires got crossed. Oh, Anthony. He must be working overtime tonight ;)
But yes, words are like bricks! Written words have shape, and a tangible form in the real world. And sometimes they're so very heavy, but because you can see them it's possible to shift them about and re-lay them so that the house of your thoughts can become solid and realized, instead of lying about haphazard wherever they happened to fall out of your mouth. I can write up a fortress of words but sometimes, when I'm speaking, the best I can do is a ramshackle hovel, hastily shored up by backpedals and clarifications. Like building to a blueprint vs throwing something together with what you have on hand.
(I can get you with the weapon angle too. When I'm angry my word bricks are hurled with deadly accuracy and often excessive force)
i always find it interesting that people assume that big life experiences, or how one views the world, would be the same just because of one common factor. is there only one "gay curve"? is there only one way to come out? is coming out the only way? are marriages the same to different people? their experience of a loved one's death, or the birth of a child? certainly there are some basic similarities, but why do we insist on measuring ourselves, our experience against others? why can we not share, without comparison?
i am as guilty of this as any other- i fought with my sister yesterday, called her spoiled and lazy (she is unemployed and on my couch). my first language may very well be Mean. i went and apologized later. just because i started working my way through college at 16 while she sits around at 18 does not mean her experience is invalid. we are half sisters, and her life has been very different from mine. certain similarities should not expectations make.
I've been thinking about this comment, and the comment previous, a lot. You talked about how religion is such a personal experience and I realized that the personal aspect of religion has been completely stripped from me. I have no idea why, and I have no idea how to get it back. I used to believe so much in a personal God and personal salvation and things like that, but now, it's just not there anymore. If anything, things have become more impersonal. Perhaps that's just the emotional distance I've placed between me and my church speaking.
i always find it interesting that people assume that big life experiences, or how one views the world, would be the same just because of one common factorThat's one of the things about life experiences I've been reevaluating. In some ways, I think there is a curve, a certain set of general lessons we all learn. But the specifics of the experience and the way we learned them will always vary and sometimes I find that the curve is enough to make me relate to a person, sometimes I find that no
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the first bit of your comment makes me think of a dearly beloved philosophy prof i had (chuck, who adored bad puns more than anything, may he RIP). he desperately wanted to be religious. he had spent all his life studying philosophy and religion. he believed that other people had true religious experiences, and he wanted one. he never got it. knowing that i was religious (though 'true believer' is probably a bit of a stretch, given the general usage of that term), he used to question me thoroughly on all my experiences, and how i knew what they were, and what they meant to me, and so on
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Monosyllabic. Attention-catching. Unambiguous.
Translation: "Beware. Here stands Lion Such-and-Such. Nuisances go minding their own business somewhere else."
One of my sister's (and mine) fav books as kids was "Charlotte's web" by Elwyn Brooks White. We used to quote from it at each other: "What a pig", "Radiant"... (picture here Philibert trying hard to look radiant).
It *will* be all right. From some point on. For you both, and those you love.
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I remember reading Charlotte's Web when I was little! I don't remember that much in the way of quotes, though.
Finding surprising new means of being all right every day. On a completely different note, I reread Sviksu last night, and was surprised by what I had written. It was... for some reason, I got a different impression of it than I had immediately after I wrote it.
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Btw, Lina the cat may not have the vocal scope for a roar, but she definitely rars when needed.
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Sviksu-- for some reason, I felt like the emotional impact had shifted. Parts that I thought were the most powerful weren't, and parts that I don't remember putting as much attention into hit me harder. Strange how time can do that. I'll try to be more specific in an e.
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I love your way with words. To me, all your pieces are beautiful, even the ones that make me uncomfortable or sad. I haven't read them all, but I plan to. Your writing is truly powerful. And thought-provoking. It's something I feel the need to share with others. I am honored and humbled to be able to read your work… although I don't know if that's really the right word for it. It's definitely much more than that. Thank you, anyways, for sharing yourself with us. It is greatly appreciated.
Basically, just wanted to say:
rar. :)
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Don't be hesitant--feel free to post whatever, whenever. I always welcome a chance to talk to more people, and thanks a lot for reading. It means a lot to me. My poems are mostly responses to the events occurring around me, or whatever themes I have in mind at the time. Right now, it seems I have a lot of thoughts related to homosexuality and whether or not it affects... everything.
Anyway. :D
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I need to stop reading you on my phone. I'm glad I do because it's nice to get something that makes you go hmmm and heave a sigh of relief that you are not alone when you're out in public, feeling like a freak too.
But it's really hard to touch type a meaningful thanks on a tiny phone with my giant thumbs forever mistaking a pause or a space for an n. Words are hard- out loud I don't have the opportunity to reflect and consider and think through because I've got everyone looking at me for an answer now and it almost always comes out wrong. If I'm writing I can read it back and examine my own thoughts with some hope of clarity and it feels less immediate when I see something off and wrong. If it's in front of me, instead of mixing with everything else inside of me, I can take it apart as it is and build it again as I feel it should be.
So thanks, for putting that into better words than I had :D
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wrt writing: I feel that way too. It allows for more control and precision of expression. For some reason, I don't think I've ever thought about writing as building (your words brought to mind the image of bricklaying, though I have no idea why). I definitely associate it with looms and shuttles and Penelope taking the threads out to keep the suitors away.
wrt freaks: You're definitely not alone.
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But yes, words are like bricks! Written words have shape, and a tangible form in the real world. And sometimes they're so very heavy, but because you can see them it's possible to shift them about and re-lay them so that the house of your thoughts can become solid and realized, instead of lying about haphazard wherever they happened to fall out of your mouth. I can write up a fortress of words but sometimes, when I'm speaking, the best I can do is a ramshackle hovel, hastily shored up by backpedals and clarifications. Like building to a blueprint vs throwing something together with what you have on hand.
(I can get you with the weapon angle too. When I'm angry my word bricks are hurled with deadly accuracy and often excessive force)
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i am as guilty of this as any other- i fought with my sister yesterday, called her spoiled and lazy (she is unemployed and on my couch). my first language may very well be Mean. i went and apologized later. just because i started working my way through college at 16 while she sits around at 18 does not mean her experience is invalid. we are half sisters, and her life has been very different from mine. certain similarities should not expectations make.
good luck to your cousin. and love to you.
RAR. :D
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i always find it interesting that people assume that big life experiences, or how one views the world, would be the same just because of one common factorThat's one of the things about life experiences I've been reevaluating. In some ways, I think there is a curve, a certain set of general lessons we all learn. But the specifics of the experience and the way we learned them will always vary and sometimes I find that the curve is enough to make me relate to a person, sometimes I find that no ( ... )
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