Anthology, etc..docx

And today, I celebrate the 20 page anniversary of probably the most random document in the universe.

Well, maybe not.

25 days ago I decided I was very much fed up after losing intelligent sparks of inspiration that hit me in the bus, train or bathe. Some of them stayed with me, but I still mourn the millions that were lost from me; forever gone; even if I do recover them, I wouldn't know since I already forgot about what they were.

And so, I created this document.

The first piece of inspiration that struck me when I created this document was of a poem, which I started on immediately, and so I named it "Anthology". I realized there was going to be a lot more in there than poems, and so I added that etc..

It's been with me for a while; in times of melancholy, of joy, of excitement, of sheer randomness, I would open the document and pen something down. It's been a celebration of my idiosyncrasies; and watching it grow faster than any other document that I've casually kept has been a joy



and so, here goes:

20-page anniversary: 18 June, 2010

A Friday

10.41pm

9 complete poems [still-in-editing]

2 half complete poems

1 pseudo-poem

16 bites of inspiration

2 URLs

2 musings

9 chunks of text

2 blog posts

2 short stories [still-in-editing]

1 just-started story

And this will be the 20 page anniversary; 25 days since I last created the document

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Analogies

Getting a desert when you’re hungry

Is like having an illicit sexual affair

The fast relief, the pleasure after desire

The passion burns like fire

But the painful voidness

And pestering guilt

Nibble at your edge

Eating high calorie foods

Is like striking the lottery

The sheer enjoyment, the dramatic happiness

The sadistic mocking

Of other’s jealousness

But you take too much

And others take from you

The problem with my poems remain as such: they have NO structure, no meter. I am a complete free-verse poet . And I have no shame in admitting: I have close to zero knowledge on the area of structure. Well, to name some famous simple ones I can tell you about haikus, sonnets, villanelles, and so on, and I can NAME the iambic pentameter, the double iamb, and so on, but I really know nothing about meter.

Well, close to nothing.

the only form of "meter"/"structure" I follow is my own gut feeling of the stresses. If my heart tells me, an extra syllable is needed, I'll add one; sometimes I don't even bother. And I hope you would have realized that following your own gut isn't very reliable.

from my poems, I see that I sometimes exude the characteristics of an imagist - at least to the aspect of favoring imagery. I'm quite content with that, because I admire imagists: they are able (well the better ones) to infuse seamlessly images into their poems, and arouse our feelings and draw various interpretations and reactions from the particularly use of images. the effect is quite magical. well look at this:

Ezra Pound (1913)

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

2 lines. the wonder.