Monday, May 26, 2008
I want my poetry to live. I want it to breathe but breathe like aliens breathe, in a way that no one can pinpoint but everyone is happy in different ways. Theres a science and a skill all creeping in on the feeling of "I am totally freaked out" or "I wonder if their nice" or "How did they get here." There is something to say, I have, others have, and not many voices get to say these things. But I want my poetry to paint the pictures that colors can not grasp. Letters are colors, and in art there are more choices. But nothing in this world is a joke, and nothing is serious rather it is all the same simutaneiously and we merely choose to view it as one or the other or both depending on our mood. I want my poetry to have the same diversity in appeal, asthetics and syntax. It is hard to build a bridge between two cities that are hard to find. I feel I have found myself well in the world of jokes, and am working on the world of seriousness so that I may learn how to stitch a binding between the two without leaving the seam for others to trip on. I want to be the best, but I feel like there is nothing gained in being the best and there is nothing and nobody to decide who is the best or how one can be the best. So I want to constantly grow and not be afraid of growing and not be worried about change and find it easy to change and I want to learn to see my changes and name them and touch them and see my weaknesses and name them and touch them and love them, because weakness gives me a new challenge and i like challenge.
Posted by Rayleen