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PrinceMyshkin
06-17-2008, 07:10 AM
There’s a café where he hangs out
where everyone has some different,
fanciful notion of who he is
or of his history.
To one he is a lonely figure
whose family just drained away;
to another he’s a formerly successful financier
brought low in a particularly seedy scandal
or a would-be poet
who could never rise above a level
of fixed mediocrity.
He is the embodiment of all our crippled hopes,
our grandiose desires. We wanted more
but learned, sadly or cheerfully,
to settle for less, much less.
But the truth is simpler than that, the truth
is always a little more simple
and a little more complex than that.
Sweets America
06-17-2008, 07:28 AM
Strange poem, intriguing, I would say. Not sure what I think of it.
phoebelll25
06-17-2008, 07:48 AM
Are you the abovementioned urban wanderer?
Just guessing
PrinceMyshkin
06-17-2008, 08:05 AM
Are you the abovementioned urban wanderer?
Just guessing
I wasn't knowingly, intentionally projecting myself or any of my potential selves, but practically any other one writes about is to some extent drawn from one's self. Indeed, does one ever recognize some characteristic in another unless one had previously identified that characteristic in one's self?
Sweets America
06-17-2008, 08:11 AM
Are you the abovementioned urban wanderer?
Just guessing
Actually I wondered about that too.
Umbilical
06-17-2008, 08:51 AM
I wasn't knowingly, intentionally projecting myself or any of my potential selves, but practically any other one writes about is to some extent drawn from one's self. Indeed, does one ever recognize some characteristic in another unless one had previously identified that characteristic in one's self?
I don't believe you when you say that you weren't knowingly doing so...
Maybe not to begin with,
but I'm sure you questioned along the way... and wondering whether to write THAT and give THAT away within it.
Either that or you needed to write for yourself, and this came out... so you're right.
PrinceMyshkin
06-17-2008, 09:56 AM
I don't believe you when you say that you weren't knowingly doing so...
WHY wouldn't you believe me? Do you lie so much about yourself that you just assume others do as well?
goldenrod
06-18-2008, 12:37 AM
I found the piece interesting...as to the meaning, self projection or not, that too is open to question as the admonition to "know thyself" is not an epiphany but an on-going search...even when knowingly engaged in. IMHO???
goldenrod.
Umbilical
06-18-2008, 01:23 AM
WHY wouldn't you believe me? Do you lie so much about yourself that you just assume others do as well?
Maybe...
But if I do lie about myself I wouldn't know that I lie about myself.
so, do I?
Anyway...
I was just saying that you probably did pause in between and ask yourself if you should really say 'THAT' because you might give it away...
Maybe I'm wrong. It doesn't bother me. :)
Sweets America
06-18-2008, 05:48 AM
But if I do lie about myself I wouldn't know that I lie about myself.
Why not? You can lie and be perfectly conscious of it.
PrinceMyshkin
06-18-2008, 05:56 AM
Why not? You can lie and be perfectly conscious of it.
Yes, but the harder lie to see through in someone else (or indeed in oneself) is what, in German, is called a lebenslüge, which one dictionary defines as a "sham existence" but which I've seen elsewhere defined as the lie by which you live, that you need in order to survive...
ampoule
06-18-2008, 07:59 AM
There’s a café where he hangs out
where everyone has some different,
fanciful notion of who he is
or of his history.
As I read this again this morning, I stopped with this first stanza and drifted off somewhere thinking how, perhaps, each of us in that cafe has a fanciful notion of who we are and of our histories. Because I watch people so intently, I'm assuming they might be doing the same to me. I become my own movie.
Pendragon
06-18-2008, 10:15 AM
"All we ever do or seem, is but a dream within a dream" right? Good poem!
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