Failure in futile attempts of mystique

[Doreen Peri]

At first, I fail to see failure in my futile tries.
Yes, I am wise enough to leave
judgement to my colleagues,
my mahogany madness pointed out,
my missed rhythms, my frequently
forced philosophy.

And when they discern
holes in my argument, absent
harmony, elusive meaning,
misplaced platitudes, and more
corruption of poetic devices than
I care to recognize, I turn to them

To reply with "Thank you, but NO!
I refuse your critique. And this?
After all the work I do! It is simply the
mystique of the piece which confuses you!"

And then I wad it up, toss it to a
New York curb, let rats devour it
and puke it back out, my vowels and
consonance soon to be
landfill debris.

Because you see?
After I have failed to see, then I see –
and question the very right of me
to mutate language in order to tell a silly story,
present a mundane point of view.

And although a totally unoriginal thought,
this self deprecation, it is vital to my occupation...

If I cannot evaluate my poetic fate,
I shouldn't be holding a pen.
It's true, I'm a flunkie, a failed verse junkie,
And yet I write another one again.

[Lightning Rod]

doreen, a very accurate assessment
I would say you have taken the 1st step, "admit your poetic life is out of control."

[stilltrucking]

yes another

wild-minded nymphopoemiac~judih

[mnaz]

If I'm satisfied with my own expression and getting slammed because of it, then I sense I'm on the right track. Critics are like spring showers that bring May flowers.

'mahogany madness'.

Terrible. (Can I steal it?)

'.. a totally unoriginal thought'...

Is that entirely possible?

[bennie2]

I really enjoyed this, doreen.

lately, I've been thinking that, if i don't have an original thought, or even just simply nothing to communicate (if you know me you know i have a predilection to the surreal, and what does that REALLY say?) maybe i shouldn't write, or at least, consider myself a writer...

but i enjoy it so. and i missed it. the holiday has been good for me though. i've relearned that anything is writable. anything goes. write what you feel/think/wonder/see/understand/don't understand/...

comedy is helping me. i love comedy. i love great comedy's ability to shock. nothing shocks these days except a joke:

what's worse than biting into an apple and finding a worm?


biting into and apple and then being raped!

this is a barely related ramble. sorry. but i enjoyed your poem, doreen, and i can understand the sentiment entirely.

however, each time i think about just giving it all up as a sad little delusion, i'm reminded (or remind myself) of the words of a lecturer i had while studying journalism: you're a good writer. you understand words. don't let that fall away...

best boost i've ever had... well, ever had... up until a girl said...

anyway, the only thing that we can truly know, is that we know nothing, so it follows, that the only thing a writer can truly comprehend is that he is fucking iliterate (sic).

[hester_prynne]

Ah! It's so good to read you again....
You've no idea.
I really dug this!

H

[Doreen Peri]

Lightning Rod - yeah, i think you're right! (but you're always right, right? lol)... now on to the next 11.

'trucking - I donno what my poem has to do with being a wild-eyed nymphomaniac, but hey, if that's the conclusion you've come to, who am I to argue?

mnaz - "Terrible. (Can I steal it?)" - No but you can have it. I'll give it to you. As for the "terrible," well, what can I say but

"Thank you, but NO!
I refuse your critique. And this?
After all the work I do! It is simply the
mystique of the piece which confuses you!"

heh

bennie - you ARE a writer... and a fine one at that! My writer has been buried for a little while. I'm working on exhuming the grave. I miss anything goes. I loved reading your comment. You tell it straight, with a bennie slant. As it should be! Thank you for reading me.

hest - Ahh and it is so good to be read by you again! You have no idea! I appreciate you!

[stilltrucking]

you miss quote me doreen
the word I used was

nymphopoemiac

a word I ripped off from j
here

i may be a head-filled robster
a wild-minded nymphopoemiac

http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=12077

since somebody said you were out of control with your poetry i thought it had something to do with it.

Crazy Mike was always telling my brother that he was "pleasure mad" cause all he wanted to do was jitterbug with the girls.

Can you imagine that.

[Doreen Peri]

Aha!!! Thanks!

GREAT word! I love that!

go, judih! (gonna steal that word... claim it for my own.. hehe)