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Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 12:05pm On Sep 08, 2006 |
I had made the last post twice in the hope that you may see it. I even highlighted the gray areas, took the pain, yet you didn't get it still, obviously. Alas the wonder of it. Here is what you got wrong. None of the comments I made suggested that the poet-persona had a girlfriend before, during, or even after the poem was written. None even said the one to whom the poem was addressed was a girlfriend. The word *girlfriend* much less the implication of more than one of them was not even suggested anywhere in the present which the poem tried to portray. You brought it in. That was why I said you contradicted yourself when you brought it up, saying that: somegirl: Since you were the same person who said, in the same post thus: somegirl: Look again dear. I have highlighted the contradictions so you can see. There's nowhere in my post where I have said anything capable of corroborating that claim. But don't take my word for it, ask anyone else to read up the thread and offer some words of explanation. You never know with these things. But, really, when exactly did I say that I had another girlfriend, and that she should read that fact between the lines? No you didn't hear that from me. What I said was that the poem was a personal narrative of a situation. And it was addressed to a personality who on receiving it was able to read the meaning of the poem correctly. I knew this. Don't ask me how. Now to you, when I say "read between the lines", I don't mean that you should take the liberty to deliberately invent/insert events not expressed within the confines of the poem. That would be reading *outside* the lines. I said read *between*. If you invent another fact *outside* the poem, then you divert from the discussion of the poem, and you should do that on another thread. If you think that artists are generally bad lovers, then make a scientific survey, asking questions from victims of their *bad* love, and create a graph. Individual cases are at best presumptious. That's why I said it's not mine to refute, notwithstanding what anyone says on the internet. So in all your three questions, only one now seemed non-redundant - the first one - and I intend to answer it in another breath since you appear sufficiently curious. But first, let's allow you to get this one in first. Apparently there're much more angles to this poem still to explore. Now a question for you. When one of two people (more or less) in love/besotted with (aspects of) each other decides to present his partner with such a poem as Valentine Fantasy on Valentine's day in which he honestly/correctly/frankly assesses their predicament while making no hasty presumptions whatsoever, what is wrong with it? |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 1:01pm On Sep 08, 2006 |
gwatala: Now a question for you. When one of two people (more or less) in love/besotted with (aspects of) each other decides to present his partner with such a poem as Valentine Fantasy on Valentine's day in which he honestly/correctly/frankly assesses their predicament while making no hasty presumptions whatsoever, what is wrong with it? A poem might be misunderstood. gwatala: it was addressed to a personality who on receiving it was able to read the meaning of the poem correctly. I knew this. Don't ask me how. Why then does she now claim to have been your girlfriend since FIVE years? I am doing my maths and 2006 minus 5 makes 2001. Coincidence? gwatala: I wrote the poem on the eve of St. Valentine's day of 2001 (or 2002. I'm not sure, but I'll vote for 2001.) |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 12:01am On Sep 09, 2006 |
You do NOT know who this poem was written for. And you may never know it. |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 12:33am On Sep 09, 2006 |
What I meant to say of course was that the poem was written for someone you DO NOT know. She is still my friend. We are still very much in touch. We still value and fancy each other's trust and friendship like we did then in 2001, and we still respect each other although like the poem forcasted, each of us have moved on. Like her, I still keep in mind the pain of a deeper relationship that could have been, but was not because of certain imperatives. With this I have answered your last non-redundant question. The others have been answered in more or less detail in my earlier posts. Finito(?) |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 12:35am On Sep 09, 2006 |
What I meant to say of course was that the poem was written for someone you DO NOT know. She is still my friend. We are still very much in touch. We still value and fancy each other's trust and friendship like we did then in 2001, and we still respect each other although like the poem forcasted, each of us have moved on. Like her, I still keep in mind the pain of a deeper relationship that could have been, but was not because of certain imperatives. With this I have answered your last non-redundant question. The others have been answered in more or less detail in my earlier posts. Finito(?) |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 1:36am On Sep 09, 2006 |
Ah. One more thing. I just re-read your answer to my last question. Here is what you said when I asked you what was wrong with writing frankly in verse to state an intent or describe a situation: somegirl: Am I reading you right, or you have been misread? Every piece of writing is capable of being misunderstood. Even the Bible is misunderstood. This does not remove from the need of a people for spiritual guidance. A letter can be misunderstood. This does not remove from the need of two people to correspond. Even a simple word/statement can be misunderstood. That does not mean that we should all seal our mouths with paper tape and stop talking to one another. The fact that a poem MAY be misunderstood doesn't mean that one should stop writing them, or giving them to those who one thinks WOULD understand them. If it is addressed to one person, it is for him/her alone to see. All other witnesses to the contents only have themselves to blame for their misreadings/misunderstandings of the words. People like you. More than anything therefore, this imperative goes to re-inforces the poet's need to speak more in words exclusive to the knowing space between him (the poet) and his addressee (his love), especially when the message is one of privacy. It won't concern them if anyone else don't understand it. The better, actually. |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 8:39am On Sep 09, 2006 |
Now, it seems to be a tetragon and not a triangle --- or, maybe, two triangels instead? But it's pointless. Your midnight rant shows me that you are still stuck at the same place. I had hopped that you would have journeyed by now. On the other hand, why should I care? You are there; I am here. And that will probably never change --- |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 9:04am On Sep 09, 2006 |
Hush now little baby don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya Daddy's gonna hold ya through the night Eminem (Mockingbird) My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why i got out of bed at all Morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all Even if I do it would all be grey but your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad. Eminem (Stan) |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 1:07pm On Sep 10, 2006 |
Actions speak louder than words. |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 1:22am On Sep 12, 2006 |
ONE MORE VERSE BEFORE I GO Oh what to give to move the bridge, even Christ spoke alike. A human bond which though we see we but can't reach beyond. Once false, once real. It stretches through a burning filial bond, just like a mile of rage sewn thin astride a path of spikes. Look deep and you might glimpse what tired eyes have spied If only you would peep from here you'll see how much I've tried. It's nothing now like was before though still the sparks remain. The paths across the hedge of dreams we call our own restrain. Oh what to give to move the bridge, even Christ spoke alike. It winds alike on miles of rage astride a path of spikes.
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Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 12:11pm On Sep 12, 2006 |
Admit, I surely haven’t asked for much, no more than a journey - you laugh? not even to somewhere far or strange, just home, it’s within your range. "The elevator to success is out of order. You'll have to use the stairs, one step at a time. " Joe Girard |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 7:55pm On Sep 15, 2006 |
Away, away to a place of restlful seas, waters running light. I alone, grieving the world and swimming in joyful plight. Run across, not without peace, I'd stare upwards alone And this past behind, fume, and roll, in love alone, and moan.
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Re: Call it whatever! by eslynera(f): 9:24pm On Sep 15, 2006 |
mhh, good work in here |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 10:33pm On Sep 15, 2006 |
from a mountain summit, dizzy, you glance back down to seven years of bad luck; the liable arrow juts from your broken image and crimsonly cracks the pale skin of love. |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 7:49pm On Sep 16, 2006 |
For Y. There's more to the singing bird than just a guilded cage. and odes than ring the night, throaty, as with stifled rage. My bard calls with flapping wings, squawky as it pecks the mist of a past less benign - but what exactly have we missed?. My noise will still frisk the night even when you rest, reclined. Home will call, with my thoughts for you only the more refined. |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 10:21pm On Sep 16, 2006 |
it needs a twosome to sing a duet, not you alone, querty reveals the true target of your misplaced tone, but am I the right partner for a professional bard? me, the one with the lousy voice and the broken heart? |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 7:07pm On Sep 20, 2006 |
"Tu m'aime un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, à la folie ou pas du tout?"
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Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 4:35pm On Sep 21, 2006 |
"Time alone, oh time will tell, | |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 4:53pm On Sep 21, 2006 |
And how much more time - how many years again - do you need to make up your mind? Time does not tell anything by the way. It's just you and me and at the moment it is you and me on two different continents! Time is endless, my life is not. |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 5:19pm On Sep 21, 2006 |
THIS IS A THREAD FOR POETRY, SO, We have not rode alone, who dwell not just on hope though yet against rote we sought around ageing wheels Is it not the same song we once sang that now reveals? What we are, we are, hanging on a fading rope! |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 5:32pm On Sep 21, 2006 |
Can I get a translation for this? Oh, and for the rhyme: Why don't you take a piss? |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 5:23pm On Sep 22, 2006 |
Il ne t'aime pas du tout. Vraiment. Finis? |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 9:17pm On Sep 22, 2006 |
No, why did he pret[b]end[/b]? Is this the end? |
Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 3:54pm On Oct 04, 2006 |
Well, maybe I've grown, cos there's nohow else to say why the world now seems strange - the one I knew before. Old faces fade, new ones blend like a bad rag's day, and now I seek in vain, tracing a once known shore. Maybe it's the air, that blows to clear an erring tone. Maybe it's the wind. Maybe it's the mind drooling old. Maybe it's I who, not knowing, had walked the world alone. Maybe I have slept when all days crept off untold. The wet winds blow coool but vain droplets of waste. A land known and warm now denies with a long silent stare. No, nothing remains here but memory, shed in vile distaste. What stares back are rough remains of such random care. Known days are gone but remain only in the head. Age recalls, recoils, in bits of a thrill too long fled. |
Re: Call it whatever! by toprate(m): 4:35pm On Oct 04, 2006 |
great lyrics |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 10:39pm On Oct 05, 2006 |
Re: Call it whatever! by macalurs(m): 5:06pm On Oct 07, 2006 |
I walked right bye I watched them talk Lofty words, and my my my! The lad and las full as bold Told the world that they could talk! Words with meaning, some without I stood I stared, lost in doubt She won he lost, but up came he Quiet, I thought, she better be I walk on now, I might be back To see who wins and who lay down t'was much fun to watch them talk Might be back, I walk on now. |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 12:35pm On Oct 08, 2006 |
Love is not a game. If just one looses, The pain cuts both ways. To win, both of you Need to loose The wish to win. That’s what we call Compromise. You’ll loose If just one wins, But you win If both do win. That is what we call Compromise And that is love. |
Re: Call it whatever! by macalurs(m): 12:50pm On Oct 08, 2006 |
Aye aye! I heard you I do think lov's just a game Something serious done by two A cool lad and a fine dame A game-- like a game of chess Though differs in anatomy The less pieces, lesser the mess Both take time and scrutiny Lov's a beauty when both know the rules They play knowing it's just a game Not for the win or for the lose But with time to heights attain But then when they two miss the point Amiss they play and fingers point There goes love, its hardest fall There goes baby buff craddle and all |
Re: Call it whatever! by macalurs(m): 2:26pm On Oct 08, 2006 |
A poet 's a poet A lov'r is himself I'm the star u're the commet There'a place There's a stage Where men write, so boys can play There's a mind Where life lives Where stages play, and lov'rs blind. |
Re: Call it whatever! by macalurs(m): 2:02am On Oct 10, 2006 |
somegirl: How do you say Love's not a game but still talk compromise? did you intend a picture Which the game is compromised That both win so none lose? |
Re: Call it whatever! by somegirl(f): 4:32pm On Oct 10, 2006 |
In a game, one party looses the other wins, there is no compromise. However, they do exist in the real world. |
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