I like you too. You're amazing. That you can take such pain and confusion and anger and hurt and channel it into something beautiful and a little funny and ultimately kind of hopeful.
And yet,
You *will* get through this.
I'll respond to your e separately. I've also begun reading your amazing latest fic -- wow. I'll respond to that separately too.
I like this a lot. I think it's very expressive in a kind of non-expressive way. I can relate, and it makes me want to laugh at myself more than be down on myself, which is a little unexpected I suppose, but nice.
Wow. something about the way you write the dialogue creates this window, like a two way window, part reflective, part transparent. I'm not sure if I'm saying that right. the nature of the subject is personal, but the way you tell it is penetrating. there's something really humbling about reading it.
"Veils covering frames covering views View framed by lids veiled by salt ocean water"
It's intimate and it's really wonderful. Straight from the wilderness. And for some reason it makes me curious as to what your signature looks like. Please post again soon!
This is wonderful. Thematically, because I'm also caught in this cycle. Formally because of the drama of form, the clash between italics and normal type that evens out towards the end so that I felt myself letting out breath, relaxing, nearly smiling.
The strict geometry, the stabilizing room, the space structures the first part of the poem. 4/(1)/4/(1) helps
recontextualize the volatile In a way that isn’t so threatening. Safe. That room, it’s safe to feel and talk about emotions.That room is DrB's room, it's the poem, it's here on the internet. It's language, language which is always recontextualising, taking objects from their "reality" and translating them into symbol. Whoever says, "stop talking and start acting" or laughs at talking cures doesn't realise that all of our world is made of language, that language recontextualises, that a changing discourse also changes, influences the kinds of actions we make, and that actions themselves -- even suicide -- are part of the symbolic order. (The only way out is to become a hermit
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I like DrB very much. He cracks me up.
I like you too. You're amazing. That you can take such pain and confusion and anger and hurt and channel it into something beautiful and a little funny and ultimately kind of hopeful.
And yet,
You *will* get through this.
I'll respond to your e separately. I've also begun reading your amazing latest fic -- wow. I'll respond to that separately too.
::: hugs you tightly :::
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"Veils covering frames covering views
View framed by lids veiled by salt ocean water"
It's intimate and it's really wonderful. Straight from the wilderness. And for some reason it makes me curious as to what your signature looks like. Please post again soon!
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The strict geometry, the stabilizing room, the space structures the first part of the poem. 4/(1)/4/(1) helps
recontextualize the volatile
In a way that isn’t so threatening. Safe.
That room, it’s safe to feel and talk about emotions.That room is DrB's room, it's the poem, it's here on the internet. It's language, language which is always recontextualising, taking objects from their "reality" and translating them into symbol. Whoever says, "stop talking and start acting" or laughs at talking cures doesn't realise that all of our world is made of language, that language recontextualises, that a changing discourse also changes, influences the kinds of actions we make, and that actions themselves -- even suicide -- are part of the symbolic order. (The only way out is to become a hermit ( ... )
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