A long time ago I had a briefcase full of notebooks with Poetry I had written. It was all very painfull, and mostly plagarized, and the ones in red ink were the worst. You should be very glad that I lost it.
I am.
I'm glad its gone.
I wish I had it back.
Ain't that just like poetry?
Thursday, April 07, 2011
POETRY
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7 comments:
Don't know... for me [if you'll allow me to go all serious & boring for a moment] poetry has nothing to do with MY emotions.
Ha ha, but never mind. You're a brave man for wanting to see your earlier poetry back!
Actually, I think I still have it Martijn. A briefcase like that is hard to toss, no matter how sorry everything in it might be.
My sister found mine and read it to my mother in this singsong voice. Scarred me for life. Changed our relationship. Made me a different kind of poet.
Kim, thats horrible!
Just one of many injustices
You ought to whup her.
she also held me under water in our pool for what seemed a considerable length of time. and beat me up with a hairbrush. and told on me when I snuck out. and accused me of all sorts of disgusting things I never did. she wonders why we aren't close. I should just get over it all. she did teach me how to read by making me read The Bobbsey Twins and Nancy Drew to her. and fixed my teeth when I was in my twenties (she's a dentist)
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