Stream Of Thoughts, Allow me to re-introduce myself
When I started writing this blog, I had big ambitions, and high hopes. I started this blog because organically I was writing at a pace so rampant that I felt like I was making big strides of growth in my work and I feel like I had to share this with the world. So why not create a method where I could distribute my own writing at my own pace, to whoever I felt worthy of reading it? Advertise it myself, and branch out to as many people as possible. So I create the blog, and I applaud you all who took the time out of your days and appreciated the content, I really spilled my heart on the page in those pieces...however I kept holding back feeling that I'd over saturate my readers and overwhelm them if I posted too much material too quickly. So as the days went to weeks, the ripple of feedback started to weaken and at first I was discouraged, I figured you know, maybe people aren't as interested as I thought...the only determinant I have is comments left. The more comments people leave, the more effective I felt my work connected, however in my time off from posting (I never stopped writing, never will) I realized there are external factors in the process, and my job as a writer, someone who writes because he loves it, is to keep producing, so I will make it my personal duty to post a new post at least once a day...I'm The Ant From Aesop...so if I hear sounds of the cricket in response to my outings, I'll understand it's not me.
I'm Back...
Welcome To My World
Everyday we, the general public, are subjected to the same useless newspaper stories, with the main objectives of moving units, and selling subscriptions. Irrelevant articles based on gang violence and celebrity drug addictions plague today's mainstream media. I think back to the times where the craft was used as a vice of expression, and I realize that the art of the personal essay has grown decrepit. I look back at the past great authors, and as I recall them...amongst my favorites are Hughes and Baldwin; true artists. Both resemble the kind of artist I'd like to be. Not just a writer, but an artist. The mind of Picasso, and the vision of a sniper...much more than just a writer...
Gregory Calvaire-The Ant From Aesop
Me to She...
Like the left side of the pool…I was too deep, and she was too shallow for me…
We’re comparing a pond to a sea…she was the biggest bass in the lake, but the ocean had many other amphibians for me to see…
I had aspirations; she was too asleep to dream.
How beautiful it would be if she’d break free from her cocoon.
Embrace the sounds of the violin and jump the moon, feel the pain in the jazz as Armstrong croons…
TO BE CONTINUED.
14 comments:
that shit is tough....hurry up and finish it
Oh its finished alright trina, just thought i'd make yall wait on it
I love the Me to she, haha, thats the way i fell about men most of the time, lol. But it's really good, I also read the article you send me, very deep man, love it if u send me more.
Rosa
greg you gotta finish it !! its awesome so far
how are you gonna leave us hanging like that?!? lol...
if that's just the beginning, then i cannot wait for the end.
how are you gonna leave us hanging like that?!? lol...
if that's just the beginning, then i cannot wait for the end.
yooo...everyones right, hurry up and finish. def feeling this...
nah man don't post the rest man...let them scratch and starve for it...you already know the ball is on your court...and you been dunking on the competition with ease...
sounds like you talking about a significant other.....girls is trouble man....just trouble lol.
good poem though!!
im feeling this post man you gotta finish it up man. keep doing what you do bro. you make it big man
jimbo
OH! I have a superb suggestion for you (or so it seems to me lol).
I am not a huge fan of poems because they are usually too wide open for interpretation. Its apparent that you are talking about a girl (she) but for all we know, you could be talking about a female pet fish or a cat or a bug (cocoon) haha. My idea for you is to follow-up the poem with an essay, writing a paragraph for each sentence in the poem to explain the meaning.
I have always hated reading poems that aren't clear, especially ones written by people that are no longer alive or out of my reach because I can never ask the author what they truly meant to say in the poem. But on the other hand, you are alive and in my reach through this blog. My English teachers would start deriving remote meanings out of poems and I felt most of them were utterly ridiculous! I would always wonder, "Why can't they just take it for its literal meaning?"
But its probably just me that doesn't understand poetry. Oh, is it just me or are words not considered poetry if they aren't mysterious and thought-provoking or irritating? I prefer to have things be clear-cut in literature as well as life.
"Like the left side of the pool…I was too deep, and she was too shallow for me…" boy have I ever felt that kind of frustration ! :-)
The moment while we wait for someone to get "there", can last a lifetime in my book..
i have to admit, at times it does get lonely. the official vs. superficial...a battle that is all too familiar between the two sets of ppl. & at times us deep thinkers lurk beyond what most externally percieve is beautiful. we end up resting on potential & can only hope that beauty is there on the inside as well. until lone behold we have to wake up & realize that external appearances have nothing to do with what is really inside. hmmm...thats my life in a nutshell! in the end i learned that some people never win or even get a fair shot at a true-love story. i really like this rant greg
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