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Posted by kid_A on May 16, 2002, at 14:15:03
HALFWAY TO CRAZYCrazy
I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide could save me
Oh is that much too extreme
It's such a sad and sorry scene
Lovers
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Making deals going bad by the dawn
Every dog must have its day
And then it's got to pay and payThat's me being torn at the seams
Going mad in the middle of a dream
Catch me getting it wrong from the start
Catch me 'cause I'm falling apartCrazy
I'm halfway to crazy
Suicide would waste me
Homicide would break me
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Tongue tied and tied to the tongue
Oh is life as bad as dreams
I guess that's just the way it seems-jesus and mary chain "halfway to crazy"
Posted by BeARdEdLaDY on May 16, 2002, at 16:58:54
In reply to HALFWAY TO CRAZY, posted by kid_A on May 16, 2002, at 14:15:03
Posted by Lou Pilder on May 16, 2002, at 17:17:10
In reply to Nah...all the way there. (nm) » kid_A, posted by BeARdEdLaDY on May 16, 2002, at 16:58:54
Beadedlady,
Please be kosher. Half mashoogah is better than all-the-way-there mashoogah.
Thanks,
Lou
Posted by Phil on May 16, 2002, at 18:30:13
In reply to HALFWAY TO CRAZY, posted by kid_A on May 16, 2002, at 14:15:03
When people say or write that they are going nuts, they aren't.
When you're nuts, you have no idea you're nutsI know I don't,
Phil
Posted by kid_A on May 16, 2002, at 20:29:46
In reply to Re: HALFWAY TO CRAZY, posted by Phil on May 16, 2002, at 18:30:13
WANTING TO DIESince you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the most unnameable lust returns.Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention
the furniture you have placed under the sun.But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.Twice I have so simply declared myself
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,
have taken on his craft, his magic.In this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.I did not think of my body at needle point.
Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.
Suicides have already betrayed the body.Still-born, they don't always die,
but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet
that even children would look on and smile.To thrust all that life under your tongue! --
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say,and yet she waits for me, year and year,
to so delicately undo an old would,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,leaving the page of a book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the look, whatever it was, an infection.
Anne Sexton
Posted by Alii on May 16, 2002, at 22:13:46
In reply to WANTING TO DIE, posted by kid_A on May 16, 2002, at 20:29:46
Posted by BeARdEdLaDY on May 17, 2002, at 6:04:08
In reply to WANTING TO DIE, posted by kid_A on May 16, 2002, at 20:29:46
I adore Anne Sexton. When I was in my early twenties and found out she'd killed herself as did so many others, I thought I was doomed because I wrote poetry--and lots of death poetry, too. Little did I know, I am doomed, just not in the same way.
If you need someone to talk to, please e-mail me at:
the underline great underline bearded underline one at symbol yahoo dot com.I am concerned about you.
beardy : )>
Posted by Phil on May 17, 2002, at 7:06:59
In reply to That is such a great poem! Now snap out of it. » kid_A, posted by BeARdEdLaDY on May 17, 2002, at 6:04:08
Don't go too deep kid_A. You know how us creative types can dig a pretty deep hole. Good writing.
Write a poem on overcoming impossible odds. Like for instance, the impossibility of getting thru another Austin summer. I was outside, accidently, the other day and kept smelling hair burning. It was mine. Do we even have an ozone layer?
Maybe a poem about the acceptance that life is hard but so worth it. It is worth it kid_A.
Talk to us, okay??
By the way, came across an interesting tidbit on light therapy. The refrigerator didn't qualify.
It's really getting inconvenient to stare at my high beams at 6 in the morning.
Do you have any pets? I've got to have an answer on this by 6 p.m. today.
kid_A, people like you who know the darkness can also light up a room anytime they choose. Right?
We miss you, come home.
I hope this posp makes sense but none of my other one's do so why break the pattern.
You and me being in Austin, maybe we could catch a poetry slam sometime. Plus, you could tell me what a poetry slam is.
Starbucks? Buy you a $3.00 piece of lemon pound cake and the drink of you choice. I'll even come if you want me to.Your partner in the shadow,
Phil
Posted by kid_A on May 17, 2002, at 21:49:13
In reply to Re: Now snap out of it. }}} kid_A, posted by Phil on May 17, 2002, at 7:06:59
why do so many think im from Austin... if only, perhaps God's little pinky would have moved a little to the left or right...i'm in florida, but i've been thinking of moving, portland perhaps, alaska perhaps, flint michigan, probably not...
i'll probably snap before i snap out of it, but we'll see what happens, the world is a big place and i'm just a little blade of grass...
perhaps we should storm austin, assault people enjoying their double decaf soymilk lattes with howling spoken word...
"dire duo arrested in free form poetry slam at local java brewery, no injuries other than the delicate sensibilities of all lookers on"
my name in lights, i like...
Posted by Zo on May 18, 2002, at 5:20:24
In reply to Re: Now snap out of it. }}} kid_A, posted by Phil on May 17, 2002, at 7:06:59
http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/2000/20020416/msgs/286.html
Now, look. I've already asked you to marry me. What the hell does it take.
Zo
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