I am a Dancer.
I started writing poetry because my little brother started taking a poetry class.
Sincerity in the form is the goal of any art, to achieve this in poetry, my belief is that one must be rigorous in the self-critique to the point of insanity.
My poems are not that rigorous.
They are also not that good.
Installment secundus (this, btw, is not my invention but rather the work of thinkers and priests much greater than I)
Ummon asked: `The world is such a wide world, why do you answer a bell and don ceremonial robes?'
Mumon's Comment: When one studies Zen one need not follow sound or colour or form. Even though some have attained insight when hearing a voice or seeing a colour or a form, this is a very common way. It is not true Zen. The real Zen student controls sound, colour, form, and actualizes the truth in his everyday life.
Sound comes to the ear, the ear goes to the sound. When you blot out sound and sense, what do you understand? While listening with ears one never can understand. To understand intimately one should see sound.
When you understand, you belong to the family;
When you do not understand, you are a stranger.
Those who do not understand belong to the family,
And when they understand they are strangers.
Another thing I didn't write
As I was going up the stair
I met a man that wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away
I started writing poetry because my little brother started taking a poetry class.
Sincerity in the form is the goal of any art, to achieve this in poetry, my belief is that one must be rigorous in the self-critique to the point of insanity.
My poems are not that rigorous.
They are also not that good.
Installment secundus (this, btw, is not my invention but rather the work of thinkers and priests much greater than I)
Ummon asked: `The world is such a wide world, why do you answer a bell and don ceremonial robes?'
Mumon's Comment: When one studies Zen one need not follow sound or colour or form. Even though some have attained insight when hearing a voice or seeing a colour or a form, this is a very common way. It is not true Zen. The real Zen student controls sound, colour, form, and actualizes the truth in his everyday life.
Sound comes to the ear, the ear goes to the sound. When you blot out sound and sense, what do you understand? While listening with ears one never can understand. To understand intimately one should see sound.
When you understand, you belong to the family;
When you do not understand, you are a stranger.
Those who do not understand belong to the family,
And when they understand they are strangers.
Another thing I didn't write
As I was going up the stair
I met a man that wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away
- Last seen on Jun 3 3:27 PM 2007. Member since June 25, 2005.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 69 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "**** censors, and **** filters too".
- I am a guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Artist.
- I have 69 comments, 1 contest, 33 poems
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Street Spirit on May 30, 2007shweet. Leave some comments on my weird poetry. How is everything going with you? In NY? Being a big shot dancing fool?
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rabidgnomes on July 22, 2006
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Street Spirit on May 6, 2006Darling, you need some new poetry. My life is getting dull from lack of your language... and my tonsils are growing numb.I'm not so sure how to spell that. sorry. Call me. My homes. I miss your hair. Kick some serious ass in NY for me ok sweetums?
Leah says your hot, and she's pretty damn right.
Good day to you sir...
PS. i really am coming to see you soon. wether you like it or not. -
MessedupMarionette on April 7, 2006Uuuugh. I'm so sleepy. And the play is today. And I won't have any time for a nap. I didn't get to sleep until 2 (because I'm stupid) and woke up at 8:30. I had a chiropractor's appointment at 10, Math from 11:30-12:30, walk home and eat, go to the art museum at 2 and meet Timmy outside at 4:15 to go and be all bondy and trusty and all that jazz until the play. I'M SO TIRED!!! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO WORN OUT IN MY LIFE!
Sorry, just felt like bitching.
-Chlesey
