19 January, 2007
something.different
my poetry professor is a genius.
he told us that a poem was like someone you are madly in love with---
in the way that you can enjoy them & love them
without really understanding them
my mind rewound to kevin's explaination of why he was late that same day
"i'm sorry baby"
"on the way here, there was a hit-and-run accident"
"involving a horse & buggy"
"i had to run home and get the digital camera"
"the horse was dead and just lying in the middle of the road"
"so i took loads of pictures and put them on my website"
"in one of which, i was posing with a cigarette dangling half out of my mouth"
"with my thumb up in the air"
"grinning like a madman"
he stopped and looked at me
no way in hell could i be angry with him
i stood there with a half-grin on my face
no sure what do to
i could be offended
[so taking pictures of a dead horse is more important than me]
but then i realised
before my professor even said it
or before i could say anything
i knew
that there are things i would have stopped for---
like a flying ice cream truck
or a dead butterfly on my windshield---
and expected him to understand too
treat poetry that way.
treat your lovers that way.
& on occasion
treat yourself that way.
never expect the world---
but always be pleasantly surprised if thats what you end up with.
Credits: Kevin Mock for photography
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just a thought
to divert your attention
form the prospect of airborne ice-cream men
and something that just irritated me:
isn't it annoying
how there are those people you hate
not because you've ever met them
but simply because their existance
in a way
seems to cancel out yours in some ways...
of course it never helps---
if they are better looking than you are
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2 comments:
"of course it never helps
if they are better looking than you are--"
Often, it's the most beautiful who judge themselves most harshly". Go take a good look at yourself. You know, I think the concept of "better than" in terms of looks is a nonsense. People are different, that's all.
I'm a little upset about that horse. What beautiful animals they are... all of them... equally so... they're just different.
I loved this. It's sad to see such a beautiful animal on the road like that. The little paragraph at the end really got to me. It's so true. I thought I was the only one who felt that way. I feel that way towards my boyfriend's ex's. lol
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