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Written by Thug Rigby
  
Tuesday, 07 April 2009 11:43
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lower movement appendage in my masticator / cognitive apparatus up my waste removal system
'nother slap of hot, steaming abasement of pride/ arrogance dish baked in pastry-lined pan onto my off-pink plastic food tray ego

I am a paper airplane

who threw me?


 
Comment (4 posts)
pie
Apr 08 2009 02:57:33
Is this kind of like a "what id did the wind say to the water" puzzle? I think it's humbling and like an uncertain shot (to be) reading it. Maybe the water brings the wind, or maybe the wind just likes it there. Thanks for reminding me that my jaw hurts from overuse. Your work and simple and strong this year. Thanking you [insert awe] aye.
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pie
Apr 08 2009 04:34:50
hmm

danke. I 'preciate that. I um... in terms of simplicity- thinkin... last incarnation of WP I was in the middle of classes that were piling my brain full of crap. well, some good stuff. but- the whole 'artful academia' shit/ how it rubs off on ya/dammit
I thnk
to answer
I have to write another piece
to do it right

nah fuckit that'd be pretentious

I um... the white space around the words just seems to get more and more important to me.

and

I was going through shit and
I think for the most part
worked my way through it

I drink more now but, the bad, bad shit
was like passing a gaul stone
hmm

um

ohyeah the above piece. nah it's just a restructuring / over articulating of the following:

-->foot in mouth/ head up ass
-->had me some humble pie this morning

-->feeling tired/ insert an analogy/ paper airplane works considering our context

in ensuing confusion of trying to reconcile the poetic confusion of one moment you're higher than shit just somehow by wiggling your fingers/typing/creating/feeling escape

then feeling like the dumbest pile of poo that poop ever pooped in a world of poop cuz in my correspondence I just kind of made an ass out myself with some ppl I look up to/ and they politely called me on it... but still did...

-->insert vague poetic sentiment entailing previous metaphor, vague plea to trancendent sentiment

so yeah

nuts n bolts

going for quantity atm. need that $25. I POOR!
#172
Re:pie
Apr 08 2009 13:20:53
What is becoming my greatest enjoyment is your commentary style to what you're up to while inside of your writing, and aside your writing. In a few words, thank god you're not bogged down by classes. I ignorantly pride myself on some sort of delusional day when I too will not be under the microcosm of systemic pedagogy and the 9-5, partially real, world. You get old enough and you realize you're part teacher part slacker student; so whatever age your bod, be glad your heart's still beating words onto the page...

From my perspective your process is just getting warmed up. And that is what I dream of for myself: a real process in my work and not processing the washing tons hypnotism of the carbon copied "Academy."

In even least-er words: carry on.
#177
Re:pie
Apr 08 2009 15:54:01
again- danke danke

but be careful. I'll get so full of myself that I'll be writing "I AM THE GODHEAD I AM THE PHAROAH" poetry by the end of the month.

what DID the wind say to the water?
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