rewritten poems 2 & 3

[juniperjune]

Guys, I thought that last poem was pretty good -- but you have somehow failed to shower me with praise. These two I like less, but maybe you will like them more. I wrote them this morning in the library, killing time before class. I deliberately set out to find some poets I don't have in my own collection, and I ended up using two poems from The

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Re: say no to drugs?

[juniperjune]

No problem! I meant to respond to the original comment, as I understood it to be a report of your experience & not a belittling of my work, but doing so was radically deprioritized when Real Work started needing to occur around here, which is also why the poems are on hiatus at the moment. But my original response was going to be something like:

Interesting! Because I've found myself utterly unable to write anything anywhere close to factually accurate for the past couple of years. I can hit emotional tenors that feel real, as for example in the first poem in this new series, but I can't imagine writing a poem that was in any straightforward way about the lovely and satisfying relationship I am currently in. I suppose it might be the old cliche that when things are bad, you write, and when things are good, you don't.

I used to have this weird, almost-certainly-only-in-my-head feud with a person who, in my mind, was asserting (wordlessly!) that The Big And Real Things Like Love Are Profaned By Your Trying To Talk About Them, while I was asserting (sloppily, verbosely, embarrassingly) that Yes, But We Have To Try Because That Is What Art Is. But if you've been reading my "serious" blog over on Wordpress, you've seen that I have very much changed this position over the last year or so. But, strangely, I recognize that I might very well change this opinion-- I still fully understand the merit of my previous argument, but I'm currently feeling very private about my emotional life. Which also explains why I'm not posting here very much, of course.