you are talented on so many different levels. I saw it this summer, and i see it now. your poetry is simple, poignant, and intruiging. i can't wait to say i knew you, even in the most fleeting of circumstances, when you become famous.
Slippery Slope...charmur7January 25 2005, 17:47:14 UTC
Dude, I hate to say it...but even your POETRY has gone downhill. Pretty soon you'll be left with nothing. (Did you get the eviction notice yet?) You're gonna end up naked on some tiny raft after a huge tidal wave crashes on Miami and the earth plunges into another Ice Age.
But as you huddle there, shivering and smelling of rancid mexican, you'll remember:
You still have you. You still have your soul. You still have more talent then all of Juilliard and CMU combined (myself included). You still have me. You will always have me. You still have love. You may think you're a wolf, but I see that lonesome, good-hearted, beautiful puppy struggling in that paradise beneath your eyebrows.
I know the waves are crashing brutally. I know the seas are rough and land seems oh so far away. I know it's easy to forget, during the worst of times, what it means to feel happy.
But just try to remember. And remember what you have.
Re: Slippery Slope...silhouetteofyouJanuary 25 2005, 22:46:39 UTC
Ya really think the best way to cheer someone up is to tell them that their poetry has gone downhill? Really?
This is my online journal, homie. Not my chapbook. And you don't know what "my poetry" is, so you don't have a basis for comparison.
(Goodness, how come I've been made to feel like I ought to defend or justify myself?)
The seas aren't rough, bud. Maybe it was a revelation hard fought for, but I know that now. The land isn't far away, it's under my feet. And I know exactly what it means to be happy. Better than most fuckin' folks I know, as a matter of fact.
So. I know your intentions are golden and I love you too and I have your headshot pinned on my bulletin board, but ... you know me. I'm gonna find that one snide, nasty nugget that you've hidden underneath all those nice things and fluffy compliments and give that molehill a makeover.
Sorry. I know it's a yucky habit of mine. But my day has stunk (it's allowed to do that) and so has my poetry, so I'm certain you'll forgive me.
*Yellow Flag*charmur7January 26 2005, 02:46:58 UTC
LOL. NO! NO! NO! VIOLATION! PENALTY!
False Interpretation: On the Defense, that's a fifteen yard penalty, repeat first down.
...Wiggawait: I was using SARCASM. IRONY. HYPERBOLE. The very basis for that entire comment was the ridiculousness of you thinking of yourself as anything but wonderful.
And yes, I tried to be heartfelt. And yes, I may be over-melo when I'm in certain moods. And yes, when attempting to be deep and poetic I may end up sounding like an ass...for which you may make fun of me...but you are NOT allowed to look for snide, nasty nuggets that don't exist (except maybe at Mcdonald's).
Seriously, dude.
Please start your comment over, after deducting the 15 yards.
...And hurry, you're in danger of a delay of game...
I'm not unhappy. It's just ... I like to own my anger and frustration when I experience it. So, when I get upset at the world or at my art ... I make sure to express that. And writing, I feel, is the most constructive means of expression I have readily available to me.
Random post, from a random stranger.
anonymous
January 29 2005, 22:40:47 UTC
I hate anonymous posts as much as you do, but I feel that this time the message I wish to deliver should be dissociated from my persona. I agree with the poem, Al. Precisely because you've become so suceptible to criticism, I'm not stating my name.
Your ability to look at the best out of any situation has been replaced with a desire to find the smallest flaw or imperfection out of any situation and thus, made you more aggressive.
Hopefully, somewhere in your reply you'll keep in mind that this random stranger firmly believes in the overall awesomeness that you are, and, in an attempt to make you even more awesomer, suggests for you to try to look for the best out of things, not the worst.
another anonymous post-- and yes-- i'm the first anonymous poster.. or... post-ette. first, i wanted to say that it's incredibly important to own ALL of the emotions that you have, even when they're fucking terrible. as actors, we must own every moment we posses on the stage.. and we must own every emotion that crosses our path.. either as a character in a text or a person. your poetry will, sans une doute, help you with your acting and your understanding of yourself-- until we know who we are, how can we play other people? woooah. okay, sorry about that mini pretentious acting lesson/tirade. i'm just happy that you're writing poetry, as i do. i love you, man. hope to see you soon.
You go from juggling gender identity (poster or postette?), to successfully giving a French twist to the phrase "without a doubt." Your comment, then, was alternatingly frustrating and charming.
Never pretentious, though. Your lesson was dead-on. I agree, wholeheartedly. I think?
Anyway. I'm also happy I'm writing. And I hope to see you soon, too. I hope to know who you are before then, though. ;)
Re: Random post, from a random stranger.silhouetteofyouFebruary 3 2005, 03:13:19 UTC
I don't think I'm susceptible to criticism, friend. Or at least, not most of it. Only my own.
My ability to look at the best may have been replaced with an ability to look at it all. The whole picture. Maybe, I don't know. I do know, however, that I am what I am. I feel the way I feel, and I exert no energy in trying to be presentable or jovial or peppy. If I feel that way, then you'll see that. If I don't feel it, then what I am is what you get.
Sorry if that means a crummy mood every now and then, or an upsetting poem.
But hey. Thanks for believing in me, anyway. And for the advice, that really reads of good intention. I appreciate it, and I assure you: I'll be all right. I know that for certain.
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Wait. I don't know you!
Reveal yo'self, comrade!
P.S. Thank you. Thank you-thank you-thank you. So much.
I'm afraid to admit, however, that poetry is only as complex as the poet, and dear heart, I'm a simple soul...
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But as you huddle there, shivering and smelling of rancid mexican, you'll remember:
You still have you.
You still have your soul.
You still have more talent then all of Juilliard and CMU combined (myself included).
You still have me. You will always have me.
You still have love.
You may think you're a wolf, but I see that lonesome, good-hearted, beautiful puppy struggling in that paradise beneath your eyebrows.
I know the waves are crashing brutally. I know the seas are rough and land seems oh so far away. I know it's easy to forget, during the worst of times, what it means to feel happy.
But just try to remember.
And remember what you have.
I love you, buddy.
--Charlie
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This is my online journal, homie. Not my chapbook. And you don't know what "my poetry" is, so you don't have a basis for comparison.
(Goodness, how come I've been made to feel like I ought to defend or justify myself?)
The seas aren't rough, bud. Maybe it was a revelation hard fought for, but I know that now. The land isn't far away, it's under my feet. And I know exactly what it means to be happy. Better than most fuckin' folks I know, as a matter of fact.
So. I know your intentions are golden and I love you too and I have your headshot pinned on my bulletin board, but ... you know me. I'm gonna find that one snide, nasty nugget that you've hidden underneath all those nice things and fluffy compliments and give that molehill a makeover.
Sorry. I know it's a yucky habit of mine. But my day has stunk (it's allowed to do that) and so has my poetry, so I'm certain you'll forgive me.
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False Interpretation: On the Defense, that's a fifteen yard penalty, repeat first down.
...Wiggawait: I was using SARCASM. IRONY. HYPERBOLE. The very basis for that entire comment was the ridiculousness of you thinking of yourself as anything but wonderful.
And yes, I tried to be heartfelt. And yes, I may be over-melo when I'm in certain moods. And yes, when attempting to be deep and poetic I may end up sounding like an ass...for which you may make fun of me...but you are NOT allowed to look for snide, nasty nuggets that don't exist (except maybe at Mcdonald's).
Seriously, dude.
Please start your comment over, after deducting the 15 yards.
...And hurry, you're in danger of a delay of game...
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I'm calling an audible. It goes like this:
Thank you, sorry, and I love you.
You, however, should note for future reference that irony and sarcasm are not so readily expressed online.
There. We're through. Play ball!
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So suck it up and start in on the happy, inspiring posts instead of the ones that make me want to give you a big hug
Well, I guess the happy ones make me want to do that too.....?
I've lost my point.
Be happy, you're amazing
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I'm not unhappy. It's just ... I like to own my anger and frustration when I experience it. So, when I get upset at the world or at my art ... I make sure to express that. And writing, I feel, is the most constructive means of expression I have readily available to me.
But ... unhappy? Nay-nay.
Loving the concern though, thanks for that.
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CUZ he was feeling crummy! ;)
What's the last thing that goes through a bug's mind as it hits your windshield?
Its rear end.
Ha.. ha.. ha.
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You are. Wonderfully ridiculous.
Thank you.
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so, thats it for now
call you in a few hours
<3
-c
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Your ability to look at the best out of any situation has been replaced with a desire to find the smallest flaw or imperfection out of any situation and thus, made you more aggressive.
Hopefully, somewhere in your reply you'll keep in mind that this random stranger firmly believes in the overall awesomeness that you are, and, in an attempt to make you even more awesomer, suggests for you to try to look for the best out of things, not the worst.
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Never pretentious, though. Your lesson was dead-on. I agree, wholeheartedly. I think?
Anyway. I'm also happy I'm writing. And I hope to see you soon, too. I hope to know who you are before then, though. ;)
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My ability to look at the best may have been replaced with an ability to look at it all. The whole picture. Maybe, I don't know. I do know, however, that I am what I am. I feel the way I feel, and I exert no energy in trying to be presentable or jovial or peppy. If I feel that way, then you'll see that. If I don't feel it, then what I am is what you get.
Sorry if that means a crummy mood every now and then, or an upsetting poem.
But hey. Thanks for believing in me, anyway. And for the advice, that really reads of good intention. I appreciate it, and I assure you: I'll be all right. I know that for certain.
We both will.
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