empathy is embodiment of another’s
feelings- what are feelings?
serotonin, dopamine, norepinephrine
(to be “balanced” for happiness and contentment,
or else craving, despair, restlessness, NEUROSIS);
memory, thought, daydream
(always after the fact, sense, experience);
repulsion, attraction
(is the law, the draw, the motivation).
i think in text, always after the fact.
clean sights and sounds and arrange them
on a crowded page,
where they jockey for position within
the mind maze,
a labyrinth of the mundane,
occasioned by doom but more often desire.
this texture creates the narrative creates the memory.
the truth?
is on the tip of my tail.
i chase it in circles.
i could do this forever, narcissism junkie.
or sit beside it, idling in the breeze.
presence takes practice.
my mind craves meander.
so then move! from one world to the next,
each one more wild
than the last,
further from yet nearer to the past.
where were we? empathy.
a force that unites spirit and form,
the presence of another’s presence
in whatever way it is inscribed:
a confession.
a secret.
a shared ecstatic flight.
a terrifying fall.
eyes that dare to dive in.
words that tumble out the mouth or pour forth from the fingers, unperturbed
by the double.
-but must it always,
after the fact,
be subsumed within the mindmaze?
chasing, being chased.
where were we once upon?
HACKpoetry or WORDplay
feelings is embodiment of another’s empathy
what are feelings?
serotonin, dopamine, norepinephrine
memory, thought, daydream
repulsion, attraction
to be “balanced” for happiness and contentment,
or else craving,
despair,
restlessness,
NEUROSIS;
always after the fact, sense, experience;
is the law, the draw, the motivation
clean sights and sounds and arrange them
i think in text, always after the fact.
where they jockey for position within
on a crowded page,
the mind maze,
the mundane of a labyrinth,
more often by desire
but occasioned by doom.
[a new memory to be lived
to be resumed ]
this memory creates the texture
narrative creates the the truth?
[ begun once again
birthed unearthed
withinside the first womb upon the surface of our moon ]
is on the tip of my tail .
i chase it in circles.
i could do this forever, narcissism junkie. [ churtles ]
[ inhaling a failing sense
derived yet lost among the tongue's rememberences ]
or sit beside it, idling in the breeze.
[ never hiding the eyed dis.ease ]
presence takes practice.
[ and denied release ]
my mind craves meander.
[ a motion networked 'tween trees ]
so then move! from one world to the next,
[ collecting the best ]
each one more wild
than the last,
[ of cast condolences becoming ]
further from yet nearer to the past.
empathy.
where were we?
[ functions give assumptions closer to artificial norms]
a force that unites spirit and form,
the presence of another’s presence
in whatever way it is inscribed:
[ lost words ]
a confession.
[ suppressed emotions ]
a secret.
[ a fight of matched talents ]
a shared ecstatic flight.
a terrifying fall.
[ to re.ascend to new heights ]
eyes that dare to dive in.
[ deeper that could ever be described ]
words that tumble out the mouth
or pour forth from the fingers, unperturbed
[ focused like a fading light ]
by the double.
[ by each uttered word ]
-after the fact,
must it always,
be but subsumed within the mindmaze?
[ defined by a hazed caloric insatiability ]
chasing, being chased.
[ by a internal spirit that must set itself free
with instant haste ]
where were we once upon?
I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT !!
take a poem and rearrange its letters to say something uniquely different yet the same
Unfortunately I didn’t follow the rule that I also had which was to NOT add anything to it.
Which is why I put y additions in [Brabkets]
You are a good poet Jenny.
We should collaborate:)
Fri.6.29.2012- 9:00pm