Tantra

[rowens]

I want critique, but you know I'm not going to change anything, but you can have your way . . . Change is Stability . . . 


Tantra

I wanted to be a writer, so I began writing stories and poems.
I wanted ritualistic magic, so I began rituals.
I wanted my story to be that I was on a Quest to find my Princess, a foreign actress,
so I actually met her in dreams and actually wrote letters to her and sent them to her.
I wanted to be a vagabond wanderer, so I always travelled the hardest way possible,
and found myself being sent back again and again to this nowhere town of Riddle.
I wanted there to be flaws in my character and a dark past,
so I began drinking to purposely become an alcoholic and wrote passionate love letters
to a schoolgirl who lived up the road.
I wanted scenes of battle and capture,
so when I was arrested, I called the police on my self.
Like the Heath Ledger Joker, I'm in control of everything that happens.
So this sounds fake? It's real.
My god is an actress.
This method acting is my worship.
This is what I call Situational in my philosophical essays. 
When I'm dreaming, I know I'm dreaming and don't know I'm dreaming simultaneously,
and there is no paradox. 
On the Return Path of the Taro, we go
from Universe to Fool.
The Fool is the ZERO, the O without the centering Dot.
The avadhuta.
This is the Double in the Theatre and its Double.
And the Doppelganger in my book of that title.
I bet you thought it was Emily Browning:
it is.
The guitarist learns his chords,
the drunken boxer does his rounds with the bottle.
The Lefthand Path is the Righthand Path.
To meet my Ariadne, I must've first lost myself in a labyrinth
to have need of a thread to be found. 
To follow the thread and weave the wheel in which 
all turns.

[busker]

I’d lose the section from “ so this sounds fake” to “it is”
The rest is fantastic

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I’ll provide more crit later. Just quite swamped at the moment

[rowens]

So this sounds fake? It's real.


That is rather sloppy.


I was trying to address the whole kayfabe trope there.

Also the ?

And why am I so autistic that I would think that this even makes sense
is a reference to the Soldier and the Hunchback (The ! and the ?) by Aleister Crowely.


You do know that I posted this in The Sewer like five years ago


I truly do not remember much of what I've said and done for the last 10 years on this site.

And this poem demonstrates that

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busker, because you come from Australia, I have always schizophrenically associated your poems with Emily Browning

I'm insane, but it helps me make the insane connections needed for poetry, you know?

[MrMitchieMooMoo]

I want critique, but you know I'm not going to change anything, but you can have your way . . . Change is Stability . . . 


Tantra

I wanted to be a writer, so I began writing stories and poems.
I wanted ritualistic magic, so I began rituals.
I wanted my story to be that I was on a Quest to find my Princess, a foreign actress,
so I actually met her in dreams and actually wrote letters to her and sent them to her.
I wanted to be a vagabond wanderer, so I always travelled the hardest way possible,
and found myself being sent back again and again to this nowhere town of Riddle.
I wanted there to be flaws in my character and a dark past,
so I began drinking to purposely become an alcoholic and wrote passionate love letters
to a schoolgirl who lived up the road.
I wanted scenes of battle and capture,
so when I was arrested, I called the police on my self.
Like the Heath Ledger Joker, I'm in control of everything that happens.
So this sounds fake? It's real.
My god is an actress.
This method acting is my worship.
This is what I call Situational in my philosophical essays. 
When I'm dreaming, I know I'm dreaming and don't know I'm dreaming simultaneously,
and there is no paradox. 
On the Return Path of the Taro, we go
from Universe to Fool.
The Fool is the ZERO, the O without the centering Dot.
The avadhuta.
This is the Double in the Theatre and its Double.
And the Doppelganger in my book of that title.
I bet you thought it was Emily Browning:
it is.
The guitarist learns his chords,
the drunken boxer does his rounds with the bottle.
The Lefthand Path is the Righthand Path.
To meet my Ariadne, I must've first lost myself in a labyrinth
to have need of a thread to be found. 
To follow the thread and weave the wheel in which 
all turns.

Ah, that was a delight. Thank you for sharing. I actually just commented on another poem shared citing it didn't draw any emotion/feeling, even though it was structured well and had apt wording - was just a bit cold.

This on the other hand, for one, i resonate with deeply - it felt authentic, bordering on manic and sane (sweet spot for creative flow) and was fun.

That's why i read - either to learn, or to enjoy.