January Thaw

[daka]

the world 'appeared before me' in a whole different way

It sounds like that news but a "crack" in your day that let some light get in and reveal the world in a new way.

This is what realizations are all about. Instead of waiting for news flashes, however, it is possible to manifest them.

This is also what good psychotherapy is about.

I often have a hard time distinguishing them.

When I am in retreat I often feel like I felt at the end of / or during an intense group therapy experience.

And when I was in Group Therapy retreats I was often saying to myself: "This is a bloody spiritual experience"

daka

[lizzytysh]

Interesting, too, Daka, because as I wrote all that, I wasn't considering "the crack in everything," yet the light was extraordinarily bright [and if you're into the significance of numbers at all, look at the time that it actually posted]. Thanks for bringing that perspective into it. Very salient and interesting, further points that you made, too. Thanks for your feedback.

[Not to get too far afield from Manna's tender poem, but as I was about to click out of here, I returned to the Index page and noticed this, too. I just happen to love watching how numbers work ~ "Most users ever online was 110 on Wed Sep 14, 2005 11:12 am" ~ just appreciating how close to 11[0]/11/11 that was that day.]

[I've returned to add that, with my comments/theory on the generic idea, I'm not fishing for information from Manna. If I were trying to do that, I'd just PM her, which I haven't. There were just so many atypical for Manna, 'generic'-natured references in the poem that by morning, it seems other thoughts had come together and manifested when I woke up in the way that I explained. For me, my mind was caught up in very specific, graphic images and the world 'out there' had taken on a crucially-important, yet somehow generic look... with a tree a tree; the sky the sky; and the light the light, though brighter than usual, particularly on that overcast day. Surreal, as I said, with 'reality' and my conjecture of possible realities squaring off, but not resolving.]


~ Lizzy

[Manna]

not lots of time - Reyna's first official concert is today, and I'm making wellingtons for lunch - please forgive scatterbrainiosity.

But I have been playing with this. The trouble is that the more I work on it, the less I like it. I've been thinking i may just scrap it and start afresh.

Manna: I also wanted to say to you that I appreciate your new approach to being critical.

Lizzy: So do I, Michael .

Forgive me, ladies, but I see this as nothing less than a transparent attempt at manipulation. Which I abhor. So I'm glad you're back, m-one, with your depth and layers. And your great sense of fun (now there's a crack!!). I'm not a poet. But if I were, I'd be looking for yours and Laurie's comments more than anyone else's. So ok, a couple of guys had a thing down here for a while but I trust you both to handle that, and my apologies for getting involved for a couple of posts.

Loved the safari pics. And yep, a very beautiful family you have.

Heaven forbid that we should all reek of sameness.

Perhaps you are right. I am also not a poet, but I do very much appreciate M-1's & Laurie's crits. But I am also free to thank a friend for a more-gentle-than-usual approach to a crit. I know it takes more effort. I also know M-1 well enough to believe he's not so weak-minded as to succumb to my manipulation. And sometimes I forget that I might be special to someone.

[mickey_one]

Oy, Special mandy thingyperson


















































, I may be in trouble. I started my training yesterday as a bereavment counselor and I have suddenly realised that if people stop dying not only is my professional practice finished but so is my voluntary work. I am feeling really vulnerable now in case I end up with nowt to do.

[mickey_one]

Oy, Special Mandy thingyperson , I may be in trouble. I started my training yesterday as a bereavment counselor and I have suddenly realised that if people stop dying not only is my professional practice finished but so is my voluntary work. I am feeling really vulnerable now in case I end up with nowt to do.

[Sue]

January Thaw

......

I sing that awful song
as we turn for home
and you laugh and say
I’m not going to do that

I'm curious whether the 'awful song' was Meat Loaf, I would do anything for love - and whether that was what made the guy say 'I'm not going to do that'. In my imagination, anyway, that's exactly how it was..

[Sue]

girl sorry, not guy

[Manna]

Ha ha ha. The awful song goes:

I don't want somebody to love me
just give me sex whenever I want it.

[lizzytysh]

I am feeling really vulnerable now in case I end up with nowt to do.

You could always post and double-post, Michael, with a whole lot more to interact with when you do it.


~ Lizzy

[daka]

Thanks for the quote FINALLY, Manna... You teased us all nicely

I don't want somebody to love me
just give me sex whenever I want it.

If Leonard put these words to music
I suspect we would impute
Something like
Brutal poetic honesty
Or the integrity
Of moral accounting
In relationships

From Len the song could not be 'awful'

Suggesting a new theme
A challenge for we afficionados
Which, of course,
May not interest us all...
'What is Leonard's most awful song'? (maybe done already?)

(if he has a awful song it must be old. I think I saw an old dvd recently with one song that seemed difficult to listen to!)
(But, of course, that may well have had something to do with my mind!, and i didn't take it any further)

As I am contemplating this theme my mind comes to 'Dear Heather' which I would not say is 'awful'.
Subjectively, I find nothing I can chew into, nothing deep, nothing interesting
I find only an absence of the depth that I usually find in his songs. (usually absences delight me!!!!!.... hmmmmm!)
As I re-read the words, however, I see that there are only "Heather,walk,me, drink, hands,legs, white, winter".
And I ask myself, "What is your objection to these phenomena being isolated in Len's appearing reality field, and described simply... in song?"
And I have no answer!
So thank you all, I now have a new appreciation for a song that I did not appreciate at all! Nice way to start the day.
I think I'll go and play Dear heather!!!!!!!!!!!!
And contemplate the absence of profundity... (maybe give my mind a much-needed rest!)
Thank you Leonard!

I will simply think that this was one way for Leonard to "forget his perfect offerings"
Maybe I should take that back right away!!! It was, (for me) .. "a perfect offering"
I doubt that this one took him a year or more! ... if so, it was a perfect offering to himself too!

daka

[Manna]

Dear Daka,
Prepare yourself for my arrival. I am coming to your house for the purpose of stealing the exclamation point from your computer keyboard. I am sorry this will also result in the removal of the number 1, but I am sure you will find a way around that.
Love,
Manna

[lizzytysh]

Of course he'll find a way around that... he'll just spell out the word one. I made it through emoticon rehab therapy. I'm confident daka will make it through punctuation rehab, as well.

Meanwhile, I loved your little synopsis on our dear little song "Dear Heather," daka.


~ Lizzy

[daka]

Dear Daka,
Prepare yourself for my arrival. I am coming to your house for the purpose of stealing the exclamation point from your computer keyboard. I am sorry this will also result in the removal of the number 1, but I am sure you will find a way around that.
Love,
Manna

Small price to pay for the pleasure
of your company, I am sure!

point (.) taken poetically, of course

daka

[Jimmy O'Connell]

Manna... just to add to my previous remark regarding your poem.

The sense I get, or the "feeling" I get from a good deal of your poems is that you write almost immediately after the experience. I may be wrong but your poems have that quality. Which is good, and even sometimes great. You have the ability to draw your reader into your mood, experience etc etc.
But..............

Sometimes I think that your emotions have not been fermented enough to make good wine... metaphorically... a good poem. This is what I was trying to say about January Thaw

January Thaw

walking in this January thaw
the sun on your shoulder near me

you get tired now more than before
but I don’t mind your complaining

we walk slowly past the big tree
the one we ate under
the day you told me

so far so good....

about the tests

I sing that awful song
as we turn for home
and you laugh and say
I’m not going to do that

From here on I read it and I am saying/asking: what tests? About what? What awful song?and what has it to do with the tests.... And He/she is not going to do what???

The mystery is fine but the reader needs more to feel that he can enter your world and be comfortable with being with you. But in order to do so you must give the reader more... not too much... but enough to for him to feel that your experience is "identifiable" and "true".... and that your "insight" / " take" on the experience adds to the reader's understanding of what it is like to face... Whatever...

I'm not sure I am making sense... but your last comment seem to indicate that maybe this is the direction you are going anyway... but I would encourage you to continue and don't just put it aside... work on it... sweat it out of your poetic body spirit system.

Jimmy

[lazariuk]

I made it through emoticon rehab therapy.

Why yes you did !!!!

I'm proud of you.