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Poems For Review / Re: Amateur Poem by gwatala(m): 1:53am On Sep 09, 2006 |
This reads like rap, with sweet but simple lyrics. This is good. And it is anything but amateur. Nice. I'm guessing that you are female right? |
Poems For Review / 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. |
Poems For Review / 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(?) |
Poems For Review / 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(?) |
Poems For Review / 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. |
Poems For Review / 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? |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 4:44pm On Sep 07, 2006 |
Here's the quote badly displayed earlier: somegirl Hope you get it. |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 4:37pm On Sep 07, 2006 |
Ok, here I am after some days of diconnection with this blogosphere, no thanks to the little spyware I discovered in my computer some days ago. That is why my compact response earlier typed got lost. I am at the cybercafe, and my flashdisk only shows boxes where files have once been. @Somegirl. Hmmm! We agree here. I agree with your interpretation of the poem which you wrote thusly: somegirl: But unlike you suggested above, they had not "broken up". They just were not in a defined relationship even though they wished/hoped/fantasised that they were, and still gave themselves some amount of pretense to that premise. I winced however at the contradictions in the later parts of the post when you said: somegirl: The emphasis is mine. No where in the poem would you find words to justify your claim. That is why I said that you got it right only that first time. Read again your interpretation. I repeat it here with the main parts coloured to illuminate the contradictions even in your submission: In this poem, the first person narrator has broken up with his lover. It’s Valentine’s Day and he feels lonely. That’s why he remembers the good old days when he still was part of a twosome. She seems to feel the same and, since neither of them is in a new relationship yet[/i], they decide to spend Valentine’s together, to make each other a gift (e.g. a little poem) or something alike, pretending for one day that they still were in love with each other but both of them knowing that it is just a fantasy, that, now, [i]they are singles[/color] and that, one day, they each might have a new partner and new priorities[color=#006600]. So where did you get that from? For the last part of your comments, I will not take it as mine to scoff or to refute. The world is large enough for us to find archetypes/abberations with which to smear/generalise a group of people. The question is really whether it is in anyone's best interest to do so. Cheers all. |
Poems For Review / Readme/disclaimer by gwatala(m): 4:13am On Sep 05, 2006 |
The complete version of the poem is online, here: http://farafina.dbweb.ee/?issue=9&category_id=26&article_id=178 KT |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 12:44am On Sep 05, 2006 |
Alright. Here are some background info, pretending to be a translation of my earlier post. This, finally so as to give others a chance to comment. 1. 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.) 2 .I wrote it because I was confused. And a little depressed at my situation, so much so that I could not think of anything better to do than embark on a frank assessment of where I had got myself into. I sat down and wrote. The whole sonnet, plus the title, came in a flash and was finished in an instant - less than 20 minutes - which still convinces me when I look back today, that the thoughts had definitely lingered in my head for far longer than my consciousness would readily acknowledge. 3. Now coming to the text of my last post, Somegirl, I have used the word "muse" only in a most literal sense. It is not figurative of any person/personas recognisable, much less within the work. It's muse as in *the Muse*. 4. I have not "laid the blame" on anyone. We really shouldn't. It is already a grieving personal narrative if you would only read between the lines and see it as such. Ok now, oya! Over to the house. I think I've talked enough to feed a multitude. Time now to read what others think about this bottle of panadol. Kai, my head! |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 11:56am On Sep 04, 2006 |
Curious comments, Somegirl! While this poem, Valentine Fantasy does not pretend to be innocent, or to have been a result of some innocent process, it has tried at best to be honest. It doesn't even pretend to be a "love" poem as an honest appraisal of the present. It is not "toying" with feelings. It is only expressing the obvious. In defence of the subtly indicted muse, here are my comments: One. The poem is not only very personal, it is a private appraisal of a situation and doesn't really need corroboration from the other voice. At least not in the same breath. It seeks mainly to explain back to itself what it genuinely feels, and hopes to be seen as open and honest about it. Now whether the situation warranting the "sculpting" could be made different is entirely a different issue, separate from the very private confession that alas happens to have also been directed then at the object of such contemplation. It was *her* responsibility as well to read between the lines. In this case, she knew, and she did. , somegirl: In your post, you have asked the above, but you have curiously ignored the "he" that same line. You shouldn't. By the way, the question is rhetoric. In creating the piece, I have tried to be at best descriptive and not prescriptive, thus divesting myself of any pretensions to omnipotence. |
Poems For Review / Re: My Poem On Racism by gwatala(m): 6:00am On Sep 02, 2006 |
You write well. I love this. |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 3:03am On Sep 02, 2006 |
Hmm! |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 2:23am On Sep 02, 2006 |
That's possible, isnt it? But I guess the poet-persona is more content with the uncertainty, than with a future hope that *may* or *may not* materialise. You know what they say: "Blessed are those who do not hope, for they shall not be disappointed." |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 1:46am On Sep 02, 2006 |
1. Because it is a *fantasy* 2. Because *they both know* it is a fantasy 3. Because that's the way it is. And, (edited), not all fantasies come true. |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 1:02am On Sep 02, 2006 |
It is *their* fantasy. |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 11:37pm On Sep 01, 2006 |
It's fantasy, remember? If one can help it then there'll be no need for the poem then, abi? |
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Poems For Review / I'd Rather Be A Man (cheesy Content) by gwatala(m): 12:01am On Aug 30, 2006 |
I’d rather be cut by the grinding teeth Of the clipper than be burnt By the dryer’s version of hell. I’d rather continually labour Day and night For a family than just for some days After nine months of burden. I’d rather be coarse, broad As a mahogany, than be tender, Feeble and soft as a rose. I’d rather be rough and enduring As giant grasses than be freshened With the transient beauty of the rose I’d rather be so ugly as to bare My broadly muscled thorax for air Than with strange cloths be cupped. I’d rather be able to sit as I like, With legs often apart, as I wish, Than be constrained by prying eyes. I’d rather be able to say my mind. I’d rather be bold to tell whomever I love Than wait for them and then “think about it.” I’d rather be dull but natural Than placed under daily masks - Of shaded lines in coloured hues. I’d rather be made first, as original; And not a duplicate from a bone Out of several tens of such. I’d rather keep my chains on pet cat Or wild dog than wear them - remnants of Aaron’s dead altar and White human trade. I’d rather pump than be pumped (to a bulge). I’d rather love whomever than be chased. I’d rather be the man than be his lost rib. |
Poems For Review / Re: Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 6:31pm On Aug 28, 2006 |
There are a few more online that you might like if you care to look. Look here: http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=0&poet=64814&num=2 and here: http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=0&poet=64814&num=3 Cheers all |
Poems For Review / Call it whatever! by gwatala(m): 7:45pm On Aug 05, 2006 |
CREATION STORY On a dark day on pristine plane Saunters a whole black mass, stale stain. Mercurial, and swift like the bendable, A planet dangles afar like a faltering cable. A slimy ageing mess of eternal matter crawls slowly down as on a glass of boiling water, Gently too, like crystal teardrops from wounded eyes, and raw seepages from sweaty mass of ice. A soul - a spirit - lay spread in affluent stupor With formless limbs astride a sightless moor, On wandering heights, and deep down valleyways, The form moves out in countless heaps and rays. Countless frail moments trudge right on its fluid face With minimal ends, like a bland shapeless place. Yet in rough and tough, dark clefts of plain skies A ton of love and life, and fondness flies. Then moved the energy from within a bubbling speech With boiling strength in exceedingly great pitch. With request for light comes a great and lasting sight - Bright new day sighs, and there was light. VALENTINE FANTASY This day reminds of memories of old, Of words and thoughts and works and tugs of war It brings back sighs of days of heat and cold And days we stared and wondered what was more. The pristine wind brings back your specless face Adorned in hues and shades of innocence With thunderclap I see that smile of grace That went with us under the public lens. But then I stop to look behind and forth Since now alone we know, and thus obey. This transient game will one day gain its worth When he or she steps in and we nod, “yea” So till time grimly comes to draw the line, Let me pretend to dream, and think you mine. (c) All rights reserved |
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