Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You can never really know anybody.
People give you glimpses, but they aren't
honest glimpses, they're just projections
of who people want you to think they are.
They won't ever show you exactly who they are.
You have to guess and guessing isn't easy
because the glimpses they reveal are lies.
So, there's no way to size anyone up.
Eventually, the truth always comes out
since nobody can be a successful liar
all of the time. Having explained this to you,
it's obvious that if I'm telling you the truth,
everything I'm saying could be a lie because
you don't even know me since you can
never really know anybody.

I think there is more to knowing and not knowing a person then meets the I
with out going into greater detail, life is what happens to you while you
make plans for life, quoting John Lennon. So, in my own experience
I think I knew the one person that really mattered to me, pretty well.
I also, because if you spend most of your life with one person, you
must know that person pretty well, or if you don't then your reasons
for being with with that person were based on typical social conditions.
People get married because that is what they are expected to do, fit in,
have children, buy a house, have a dog, whatever, and maybe they
will have something like security, if not actual happiness.So under
these circumstances, with all this foisted upon them, can they actually
also know one another well? It's a toss up, how well they will get to
know one another.But as a general rule, I would have to say that in
hind sight, I tend to think, that the statement that "people never really
know each other, or you can never really know anybody, speaks to a greater issue .
How can you really know anybody if you don't really know yourself? But what is
knowing yourself? It's kinda like the more you know the less you know, because
you realize how little you know, instead of thinking you know it all. In other
words if you think you know it all, you most certainly don't. So how dose this
work with knowing another person. I lived with a person I loved for 35 years.
Did I really know her? I think I knew her better then any other person alive.
But did I really know her? Yes and no, I loved her, and there was magic, and
in that magic and love, there was a deep knowing. To know someone you have
to know yourself, but how well can we ever really know ourselves? People like
to think they know themselves, but the more you know the more you know
that you don't know. It kinda goes around in circles like that.So it comes back,
The more you know the more you realize how little you know because, you now
know there is so much more to know. But when you are in a relationship, it's
about the magic and love you can find, while it lasts. The knowing part, the
part on how well you know another person, is not something you can put into
so many words, in other words, it happens to you, as much as you happen to it.
I don't expect this to make any sense.

But as a general rule, I would have to say that in
hind sight, I tend to think, that the statement that "people never really
know each other, or you can never really know anybody, speaks to a greater issue .
How can you really know anybody if you don't really know yourself? But what is
knowing yourself? It's kinda like the more you know the less you know, because
you realize how little you know, instead of thinking you know it all. In other
words if you think you know it all, you most certainly don't.

That's it! Exactly. Plus, I'm assuming since most people put on a facade, where masks, only reveal certain parts of themselves, you, too, only reveal certain parts of yourself TO yourself so it's almost impossible to know yourself because we're all liars. Haha

Glad you had those beautiful years with your wife. I'd give anything to have a long, loving marriage. I really wanted it to work out but I guess I picked the wrong guys. Now I'm alone and getting older.... I don't think anybody wants me any more. LOL... But what do I know? I don't even know myself.

life itself is a glimpse, what can we do about it...? Lovely free-agnostic poem!!!

As long as I know that I like or even love someone, what else do I require?

in the vein of one of Dino's confessional poem's with your own unique painting....we all have secrets, don't we ?....doesn't insinuate that makes one rotten.....only that people are complicated beings with hundreds of facets.....and perhaps unknowable in the end

uncontrollables....we are man....woman in all it's multitudes....just when u think u got it...it slips like sand, thru yur fingas....to b at peace with the to b and not to b obsessed with the other is devine....acceptance is the key....

And so here I am at the confessional,
my rosary between my fingers, counting
intentional and unintentional dead-ringer beads
of who went wrong when and why and when
I die, I hope I die amongst them all so I can avoid
and yet succeed by telling them off because if I did,
they'd scoff anyway, say whatever it is they wanted to say,
trip the day over a rock buried underneath the soil pretending,
extending, the spoiled recognition of it all and I am
only as tall as I can be when I stand up to infirmity,
I'm only as huge as I have been when I slay the dragons,
bow to the diadem of worship, my indistinct poetic lines
written in cursive on envelopes and the margins of bills
but baby let me tell you still,I've got news for you,
I'll sing the blues for you 'cause this abyss is my confessional.
It is intentional. It is as true as true can be but nobody has
ever known you just as nobody has ever known me.

yet still you try, it’s instinctual I tell you,
are you listening? Look, even the honkers
in the back field know enough to know
who the strongest one is and follow,
no questions asked you ask anyway
and your priest says it’s faith, I say,
it’s faith, where is yours when you need
it, but baby let me tell you if that lead
goose is over the hill yours is cooked
so it pays sometimes to at least try
to get know this anybody, he or she
just might be the one to lead or follow
depending on which way you are going.

I don't have a goose. I only have a gander
that whatever I'm trying to do will expand or
maybe even contract because I don't know exactly
where the words are at but I'm on my knees
wishing there were a priest, at least, to tell me
when to rise, and my eyes are damaged from the
multiple sizes of light which stream into the dream
i wish I wasn't having but I'm having it and so it must be
what is justly appropriate for the minute, but I ain't following
anybody, 'cause I'm in it, I'm in whatever this is following
myself into a revealing, appealing revelation of all the biz
this has got going, the never knowing being the most appealing
part 'cause every time I find out what I didn't know it hits me
in the heart like a 357 magnum! Bang bang bang 'em up!
I've been shot by a love bleed!

Sorry, my last poetic reply didn't make any sense. I was just speaking in meter and imagery but it had nothing to do with the topic. It was pure nonsense. Word music for the sake of music.

I guess what I was trying to say is that life sometimes is pure nonsense. It doesn't make any sense. Nobody really knows anybody no matter how long they've known them and that doesn't make any sense, either.

since when has anybody made sense? And how would you really know that if you don't know anybody? life isn't that simple and you know it anybody or anyone is indefinite without a name used to know could have been or want to be or even what you want that anybody to be when they can't be just anybody they are themselves, aren't you? to slide by and say this is what you really meant to say is a cop out or a cop in or maybe just where is a cop when you really need one? you say nonsense you say nonsensical or maybe it's just a musical without lyrics whatever it is you can't run away from just anybody these days without the whole damn world knowing about it now getting anybody to care is another thing

It wasn't a copout. I write poetry. I've been doing this for 40 years or more... 45 years.. something like that. Started when I was 15. Many people say they don't understand my poetry but you know what? I don't care. Poetry is word music. I often speak it aloud spontaneously... sometimes on stage. Nobody ever threw rotten fruit at me.

I guess what I was trying to say is that life sometimes is pure nonsense. It doesn't make any sense. Nobody really knows anybody no matter how long they've known them and that doesn't make any sense, either.

i'll testify to all u say Doreen....u have the gift and u have stuck to it for the long haul and in my book that's what counts

Thanks, Mark... Clay used to tell me I could read the phone book aloud and make it sound like poetry. Hahaha.... He cracked me up. Hey, if I can just get the word music going with some images that touch someone who's listening, I've done my job. Thanks for all the performances together. Hope to do it again sometime soon.

Wish you were there for Dino's memorial. There were 8 of us reading Dino's poetry for 2 hours. It was quite dynamic.