Dialogue

[PrinceMyshkin]

I was hanging around with my mind,
not doing very much, and my mind was going:
Iran, Iraq, the Middle East,
the state of your finances,
write a new poem!

And I was going: Shut up! Can you please,
for cri’sake, for just five minutes,
could you please Shut Up?

And my mind is, like,
“No you shut up! You’re nothing
without me! Let’s see how long
you can stand it
if I say nothing at all
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God-damn!

[Virgil]

:lol: I have those conversations too. ;)

[PrinceMyshkin]

:lol: I have those conversations too. ;)

Well, I hope you have a hearty if somewhat rude response when your mind plagues you as mine did in the foregoing.

[blazeofglory]

Of course very beautifully written. The beauty of a poem hinges on how deeply it can touch us and for that matter it does touch us deeply. It moved me for a while and where in fact I do not know, but the thing it gives a tinge of something that a good poem gives, and it has a beauty of its own and a poem may be taken or understood differently and as I understand it based on my scale of understanding that two humans are coexistent and people are integral to one another, and we can not in point of fact live separately, and we are kind ff allied with one another, threaded together by an invisible sacred thread. Is it the cosmic soul I can not say.

[AuntShecky]

Reminds me of what Buddhist meditation is supposed to cure,albeit temporarily.

[Amylian]

True indeed! Our pens (keyboard) are nothing; they are just like soldiers waiting for orders from their superiors

[PrinceMyshkin]

Of course very beautifully written. The beauty of a poem hinges on how deeply it can touch us and for that matter it does touch us deeply. It moved me for a while and where in fact I do not know, but the thing it gives a tinge of something that a good poem gives, and it has a beauty of its own and a poem may be taken or understood differently and as I understand it based on my scale of understanding that two humans are coexistent and people are integral to one another, and we can not in point of fact live separately, and we are kind ff allied with one another, threaded together by an invisible sacred thread. Is it the cosmic soul I can not say.

Thank you. What a thoughtful reading of my poem. I feel privileged to have provoked these philosophic thoughts from you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Reminds me of what Buddhist meditation is supposed to cure,albeit temporarily.

Yes, it's an ongoing effort, isn't it, neither to be dominated by one's mind nor to dismiss it out of hand, but to find a gracious accomodation with it, a slow, sometimes stately waltz.