I hired a hooker
just to talk
of things profound
innately known
like, which hand dominates
with finesse and skill
to know another
(in a way not quite mutual)
mild puzzled humor
at my questions of need
and the trading
of energy-
the escape
of calories
and loss...
Ideas less than thought
foundations for card houses
and glass
sanctuaries-
the clarity of an empty
dark well
drowning
your voice
The stars only whisper
your name in jest-
the real you
would never hear...
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Written November 10th, 2002
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uh oh. I sense a whisperer of revelations here.
"The real name would never hear"...This tenderly tells the reader to go to the next level of though.
Beautifully expressed.
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sorry, meant to thank you last night but lost my internet and got fed up and went to bed lol
thanks for reading
nice to see you still around the place 
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i think i'll just say "wow" for once...lol
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thanks for reading, wendy hope things are going well with you.
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well strangely, i saw your name the other day and thought...hmmm...i know that name! lol. So, i'll be back...i'm just busy and slow here these days...but yeah, i'll be back. lol
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surely you jest!
lol, I know it's been a while since you commented on this but I couldn't resist
thanks for reading so long ago
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awww, thanks lisa. you're too sweet :)
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ah, but my intention was to send you on your OWN trip... lol
thanks for reading, wish -
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came back to read this again......
still love it as before
Lisa x -
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My take on it was that it was a trip within your own psyche to find answers that no one else could know. It was a wonderful experience to take that trip with you -- even tho it wasn't your intention. Excellent write. -
thanks for reading all
I've been away for a while but I appreciate it all the same :) -
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Wow deep stuff dude!!! Was wondering if you fell off the face of the earth after you did this piece. That hooker killed you didn't she??? LOL. Hope things are well with you dear!!! -
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Very interesting & quite profound write Travis ............ the stars do jest don't they :(. -
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Travis, this is a very deep, profound, poignant write that really caused me to stop and consider life, in general. And, the way you pulled all the abstract and tangible elements together was simply great! I love this! Going into my 'Favs' selection! Wow! Beautiful write! ;)Kelly -
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You have a deep and rare perspective of life that I so enjoy reading. You turn the most mundane event into a readers heartfelt personal experience of the moment, and the best is the way it's written. -
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Love the way you pulled this together, each stanza seems a little tale unto itself...and together, paints a fabulous picture. And i love the word 'jest,' so this just jumped out at me. :) -
I'm pleased it did that for you, red
that's the second best thing about writing- someone else being touched by it.
the first best thing is....
getting out of my head! lol :D
thanks, red :) -
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Kyew this is awesome...I can't say why but it touched my heart. I love the way you ended it. Don't be so sure she never would hear. ;)
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thanks leah
that's so true about getting what you want/need from a poem at the time of reading it. I think it's just a grasping of one's mind for something familiar in a foriegn concept.
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danna and jenn... I'm still trippin off the perspective that danna had... lol
thanks for reading, jenn -
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Yea, I thought this piece would be ssooooo completely different, just by the title, but this is BRILLIANTLY done!! I really loved it!! I dunno, it's kinda sad!! Well, I think it is any who, I guess everyone picks up poetry in what ever way they need to at the time of reading it! But I thought that this was sooo brilliantly written!! :-) Well done sweet heart! Miss you tons, even when your here!! :-)
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that was totally different than I thought...Danna had me read it, and I personally took the poem as an abstract second reality, stepping out of yourself and into a parrallel dimension, but then I read your take (which took FOREVER) and saw something different...nice work indeed a good write ~~Jenn -
rofl! lit class!
I love the way you made me look at this
me myself would never have dreamed of this having a sexual theme but after your own insights into it, I look and see that in it too... lol
if it were my lit class, you would pass... lol
I love being surprised into looking at something a new way
but I have to say it's more a philosophical theme than sexual
the hooker was only a way to say 'I paid to talk to someone' which is a spoof on society in general
innately known is like this...
how do you know you're right handed (if you are)? you just know.
it's the hand that does things the best. why? both hands are equal dimensions for the most part and should be equally capable of doing the same thing. anyway...
to know someone in a not quite mutual way- if this had been true to life, I would have studied the conversation, her voice, her attitude, her mannerisms... but this hooker has very little interest in the 'john' and just smiled and wondered why the hell someone would hire her for something other than sex. another spoof on society.
the trading of energy- whatever you eat is energy. you buy food. money is energy in society. we trade energy- I get this much money a day in trade for expending this amount of energy.
now here it gets more philosophical
'Ideas less than thought
foundations for card houses
and glass
sanctuaries-'
your instincts- your natural reactions... these take very little thought... but they're the base- the foundation- of all natural thought
the thoughts you THINK are the fragile houses. overkill, to have a foundation like that with such a flimsy structure built upon it.
the empty nothing drowning your voice is the absence of self.
'The stars only whisper
your name in jest-
the real you
would never hear...'
a continuation of the self-less idea...
the real person in everyone has no ego
a paradox most people don't believe to be true... possibly the biggest spoof on society... lol
hope this clears it up for you
thanks for reading, danna -
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Okay, I'll give it a shot here... feel like I'm in a Lit class...LOL.
I see a lot of irony in the first stanza... talking with a hooker about things that are philosophical...
which hand dominates... is that referring to how she uses them in preforming .... her, um... job?
to know another
(in a way not quite mutual)
This is speaking of falatio?
mild puzzled humor
at my questions of need
and the trading
of energy-
the escape
of calories
and loss...
Ejaculation?
Ideas less than thought
A statememnt that the drive for sex is not on the same level as thought.
foundations for card houses
and glass
sanctuaries-
the image of two very fragile structures. Like the fagilty of a purely sexual relationship?
the clarity of an empty
dark well
drowning
your voice
Empty, dark, and drowning. Very negative symbols.
The stars only whisper
your name in jest-
the real you
would never hear...
This stanza leads to questions... would she not hear because she never shuts up long enough to hear? Or she never listens to anyone?
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thanks monk :)
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Came back and read it again. Still think it is awesome. Plain and simple.
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thanks adriana
yeah, it could be that way
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wow
very interesting
makes the reader think
could be read as is
or broken down into seperate parts
all that would eventually lead to one meaning
loved the read
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thannks you two
it hit me when I opened the poem the next day and read it again -
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Excellent title, Travis:)
Karen -
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natural is the way they always come out, mushika
I rarely write with the intention of confusing
and you have this dead-on. humanity as a whole makes every one of us a droplet falling from a great height, changing and reforming- misting and condensing once again as we plunge back into the river from which we came. show me the droplet in that majestic river and I will show you the Buddha... lol
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lol, I'm putting you in your OWN catagory, anna...
think of humanity and the 'egolessness' of being no one in particular when surrounded by so many other no ones.
then read again... it may be a little clearer then
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Put me in the category of enjoyed it and found. I know you are a profound and sophisticated writer, but this seemed so natural, so much about being human.
Like the title.
Ideas less than thought
foundations for card houses
and glass
sanctuaries-
the clarity of an empty
dark well
drowning
your voice
That just floored me,
I guess I read this as a poem of escape: escape through narrative. -
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ummmmmmmmmm....ok.......put me in the category of enjoyed the read but totally lost...and yes i have read it more then thrice........hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm -
it's ok, Di... everyone gets something different from poems
not even necessary to 'get it' at all, just enjoy what you experience :)
thanks for reading -
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ok thought bout it....each verse says so much in its own way,
each giving it's own message, its the combination of all of them that really makes the reader have to think...but the again you are always good at makin ppl go hmmmmmmmm..... -
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u know sometimes when i read ur writes please dont take this the wrong way i feel extemely dense.....
i mean i have to think bout them reread some of them several times....but i guess thats what makes me enjoy reading them....i like when a write makes me think. -
thank you, monk
I appreciate your visit -
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Another enjoyable read, Travis. Thanks.
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thanks lisa
I'm glad my ramblings give you pleasure :) -
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through jest they taunted
whispering your name gently
silence spoke volumes -
thank you, karen
sorry, I thought you knew my name... lol
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excellent
there is a very sensual suggestion to the first and second stanzas, with a more loving and abstract suggestion to the third.
foundations for card houses and glass sanctuaries keeps drawing my eye back. something that has a weak structure that could crumble at any time, or a structure that could be shattered easily. this has to be my favourite poem of yours up to now, and that is saying a lot because i have a lot of favourites within your work. little bits of this just keep jumping out at me and i ty so much for posting this hon.
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excellent
travis this is an extremely interesting idea for a poem. the three stanzas are completely separate but interlock as you read the poem. its one of those read more than once to appreciate the meaning poems. i wouldnt like to hazard a guess at a title because there seems to be a couple of themes permeating here.
i love this and am going to have to read it a few more times and see if anything else jumps out at me to comment on.
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Travis,now I know your name!!! This was a very deep and complex write, I loved the last stanza:) The whole piece, just made me go,hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm:):)
Take care,
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yup, thanks for reading and taking stab at it.. lol
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i know it was a poor attempt, but, then again at least i tried.
Edited by Robbo on Nov 10 because 'i have so got to buy a dictionary.'. -
doesn't quite fit my perception of the poem but thanks for the suggestion
and thanks for reading, simon -
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Travis, firstly as for a title, i was thinking about - Hire me your ear. just a thought. as for the piece, i liked the inner meaning, what do we hear? and what can we learn?
great Piece.
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