Please don't hesitate to feel free to not neglect the lines of my poem that follow*

(Caveat lector! Contains fictional elements to a certain - intentionally undisclosed - degree.)

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After meeting my lover today I first thought to tell her this :

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"On a somewhat sarcastically playfully lighter note

albeit out of outmost contempt and utter disgust

let me inform you that

- and : Yes! Definitely consider this message to you as a threat! -

that, for what you have inflicted upon me

you must face and bear the sad consequences now:

Should you ever dare

to cross my painful

ways again

I will show you

how much pain

I can inflict

upon deplorable you.

All I need to prove

my point to you

is an Internet connection

and my expertise in vile

sophistic rhetorics

but you are free

to dis- and mis(s)believe me

and just as free you are

to tease me to demonstrate

the truth of my words .

I will regret none of the

verbal crimes I am absolutely prepared

to commit to displease you with

as much as I can,

from now on anytime.

I will not -

because I' m not you -

get a kick out off this.

Just consider these lines

I dedicated more to my pain

than to you

as a precious souvenir

of a decrepit love affair

that lasted too

unfairly far long

and now, please,

consider me gone and

now - to please myself best -

I am done."

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But then on second thought I deciced to just give a fuck.

(and I still don't know the French argot equivalent of this impressive expression yet.)

And - gladly - now

the rage has gone

but the sadness remains.

And my lover, she told me,
she' s in a sea of pain now
and with me it is just the same
but nobody will be allowed to drown.


To dreams within dreams by Poe, my love,
let me with Maya Angelou reply:
"The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still"



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* The French version of this line*** is so much sexier, but at least for once, I decided to minimize as much as possible the confusion of my potential readership. **

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** La version française de cette ligne est tellement plus sexy, mais au moins pour une fois, j'ai décidé de minimiser autant que possible la confusion de mes lecteurs hypothétiques.

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*** N'hésitez pas pour un instant à n'ignorer pas les lignes qui suivent de ce poème écrit ( et j'ai crié ) par moi.

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POSTSCRIPTUM:

Sometimes I find it quite therapeutically effective to Marx-Brotherise reflections on encounters with grief, which is of course not to say that Guinnessifying said reflections would not be just as successful. Best of all (goes without saying) is my strategy, namely: combining both.

Sadly, there's some perverse part of me that would like to send this to some people.

Yes! Definitely consider this message to you as a threat! -

upon deplorable you

Sometimes it simply gets too much. While I deplore the Columbine High School massacre I at the same "love" the McDonalds episode in Falling down (http://youtu.be/-eREiQhBDIk). the totally uncalled for arrogance of these Mcdonalds guys triggers a totally called for reaction.
I therefore would abstain from public self-denunciation. I'm completely fine with being a closet pervert.

My newest mantra to myself is: I will just not have it anymore. People seem to (if ever so reluctantly of course) get it without me having to explain to them in detail. They feel it.
The only purpose of ths lil ditty was to convey this message: Look this shows how much you have hurt me. And that's all.
;-)
cheers

I always feel that I want to fall in love so I'm not alone and don't think about death so much. Then when I fall in love I realize that I'm only trying to find something to make death attractive. And falling in love is the obvious thing we all do to make death seem not so bad.

(03-07-2013, 06:06 AM)rowens Wrote:  I always feel that I want to fall in love so I'm not alone and don't think about death so much. Then when I fall in love I realize that I'm only trying to find something to make death attractive. And falling in love is the obvious thing we all do to make death seem not so bad.

That is a very insightful observation. You should write a poem on it rowens (if you haven't already).

On one hand it's pessimistic, because when it's bad I want to die. Though, when things are good, I feel like I could die happy. And it would be all right. But that's a Third Eye Blind song now that I think about it. The happy part is. Third Eye Blind used to have a new single almost every month or so, about 15 years ago or more. I never bought them.

Anyone familiar with Ernest Becker's The Denial of Death? I agree with Rowen, just would, as Becker does, extend this idea: the German title of Becker's book is: "Die Überwindung der Todesfurcht. Dynamik des Todes". translates as : Overcoming the fear of death. The dynamics of death.

While the first part of the title is not really the same, which I think is obvious, the second part is much closer to Becker's ideas.
"Overcoming" in my opinion means first of all facing the problem* in order to be able to solve it, while denial of course is just the opposite strategy. In a nutshell Becker's point seems to have been, that knowing that we have to die motivates a lot of our actions, eg. creativity, because it distracts from the fact we exactly do not deny.

The other thing Rowen says above I find very interesting:" when things are good, I feel like I could die happy" It is really like a knot by R.D. Laing. I constantly change my mind about if I'd rather wanted to die, when things are bad or when things are good. Paradoxical knot indeed. ;-)
Would I want to die, if I still have 5 bucks to spent? I simply don't know.
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* the problem not being death but the fear of it. Now look at the pivotal message of Christianity: resurrection. ;-) In my opinion that's the the wrong way to go, because here the "solution" offered for overcoming the fear of death is overcoming death. Makes sense of course. But is a bit absurd if you think it through. If it helps, it is of course ok with me, but I, me, cannot buy it.

Wow! Too funny: just on tv here; where the fuck have you been? - I enjoyed death. ,-)))

(03-06-2013, 11:36 PM)Todd Wrote:  Sadly, there's some perverse part of me that would like to send this to some people.

Yes! Definitely consider this message to you as a threat! -

upon deplorable you

@ the perverse part of Todd a link:

Organ Donor

Quite effective, too. Haha! The first 3 stanzas in particular.

serge,

I won't embarrass myself with my terrible written french (grammar was never my thing)
but it's so true that french is so wonderfully pleasing to hear.
a while back I'd write a lot in portuguese, so melodic and clean cut
but french is an area I've yet to explore.
anyway, just a note to say I love the franglais poems (even if this doesn't really count as one).

--goldyfish

(03-07-2013, 10:30 PM)goldyfish Wrote:  serge,

I won't embarrass myself with my terrible written french (grammar was never my thing)
but it's so true that french is so wonderfully pleasing to hear.
a while back I'd write a lot in portuguese, so melodic and clean cut
but french is an area I've yet to explore.
anyway, just a note to say I love the franglais poems (even if this doesn't really count as one).

--goldyfish

I envy you for being able to write in Portuguese. Just started learning it. but I'm very lazy. Music helps most. It gives me gooosebumps listening to Elis Regina's take on Cobra Criada e.g.

I guess Franglais is fine in parts of Canada etc where people know both languages. I write my poems in my head (the draft), so when I scribble them down I usually do not change the language of the phrase or line or sentence as it popped up in my brain. This is the reason for my (ab)using
German, English or French.

cheers
serge