realism

Of Back-pattings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of Back-pattings

 

 

If guises were smiles,

Your friends are back-patting you.

Profaning a tomb—








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited on 01.15.2020:


After my previous edit, I could not help noticing the missing "," (comma) that should have been typed in during the last edition (in this section of the Author's Notes/Comments).  It is especially true when one had never been more eager to correct his own intentionality that may not always be directly reflected upon what one inputs or lays down (online, in writing, or in these currently presented forms).  But I simply had to, just to clarify those thoughts.  Thank you for reading on!

Kindly please see the unedited part of the text below.



Unedited (& retained) version of the erroneous part/section (from the last edit):

 

"(in between 'below' & 'which' which"



Reedited on 01.13.2020:  


I went over the Author's Notes/Comments (once again) just to check any inconsistencies regarding my sentence constructions (from the last update), in relation to my real intentions (versus my oblique intentions, etc.) & to see if any subconscious errors (or other editing mistakes that could've entailed in the process) were committed.  I also have to make sure that it is from my original thoughts versus any other impressions that might be judged wrongfully (or misconstrued) or any other  subliminal/subtle factors that can be derived from it (such as in a computer-mediated communication).  Then I have noticed a missing comma (in between "below" & "which", which I previously missed because of my stream-of-conssciousness writing, which I also wished to correlate, in the first place (e.g., a correlative objective).  It is also a way of relating that thought process empirically/phenomenologically.



Reupdated on 01.10.2020:  


I would just like to concretize the claim below by adding a link to my actual book (i.e. the one mentioned below, which is by Roland Barthes, titled Mythologies).  Yes, I even had posted that for sale a long time ago ( https://m.facebook.com/welcomemyfriend/posts/ms.c.eJxFzMkNwEAIQ9GOIpZh67... ).  If you could just follow this hyperlink to my old & now-defunct Facebook page that used to sell books (one has to have an account with Facebook), you will be able find my book there that was previously posted (on Sept. of 2010), together with my old books on many subjects.  It is not shelved and just lies around in a tiny nook of my basement apartment.  This is actual proof that I just forgot its title, and I really have it since.  Thanks for the commentary, anyway.



Reedited on 01.05.2020:


I have supplanted "which is Mythology" rather for "i.e. Mythologies" (see below) to correct my recollection of it, the actual book by Barthes which I have & which is the only one that I have of his written ideas.  Please kindly consider this emendation that I did to better clarify those recollections & to give one an idea of the decade-long span when he did Mythologies (1957) & "La mort de l'ateur" (1967).  I apologize for this error in recounting the title of the book.  



Reupdated on 01.04.2020


I have reedited a possible misconstructed/mistyped term/word that do not conform to proper English Grammar rules, i.e., "one of his book" (upon double-checking my notes/comments).  I, therefore, supplanted the word "book" for "books".  Below is the reedited form.



Reupdated on 01.02.2020:

 

 

I simply have added the hashtag #La mort de l'auteur, due to the actual sense of this poem (something that I'm also driving at, but did not quite understand it first).  I have not read a lot about Roland Barthes because I only have one of his books (i.e. Mythologies).  So I am so thankful for a person who have shared that piece of information publicly.  Especially, to note that, although I previously do not pay much attention to any particular author, what he have said about writers is deeply compelling & apt (at least, in many cases).  Thank you for reading on.

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Orchestrated Flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

Orchestrated Flowers

 

There are fake people

in terms of situations,

and the way they live








Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is just another of my haiku practice poems that I've decided to compose one time.  The theme could be as clear as day & has an equally clear metaphor if not in your face, crystal clear allusion to social realities (or, at least, the conscious thought of it).  The simple goal was to enrich my poetic know-how in terms of understanding both the deep and surface aspects of language & meaning (in light of some of Chomsky's take on Linguistics vs. other theories of language).  The English words could involve various elements/parts from my general use and those might include the semantic & semiotic relationships.  Simplistic and shallow as it may seem, with my learning objectives in mind, to capture the real essence of a haiku (while I'm on this undertaking) could be deemed worthwhile even though I pretty much have believed beforehand that I have not even gotten closer to my goals, as far as how the Japanese poets have done their haikus is concerned (the original Japanese approach to poetry).  The reason, I have always believed it to be, was about my turn of mind (as compared to theirs, the very Japanese people/poets/artists)..or other influential factors within one's own mental environment.  Thank you for looking on!


Gorgeous revenge

The severity of the situation is reaching an all time hi

should I violently react or just let it fly?

your engorged words have pierced the innocent ghost

a 40 ton wieght of revenge is what would get me off the most

if I choose the darkened path my future will cease to exist

however the beautifully dressed possibilty of revenge is at the top of list

like a beast in the night, a monsters dreams, like a lions roar

maybe someday I'll have no choice but to deliver death to your door. 

 

the transition

 

We treat it as if  it was something negative and unfair
Our deeply ingrained hour glass is natures gift
From the moment of birth our flesh and bone battery slowly drains
One by one our senses flicker like an old light bulb
Acres of stone reminders are in every community
A passing thought before we fall asleep
A written article in the news paper
How and when are the always on the menu
Our feeble attempts to hide from the ghost of inevitability
Trying frantically to choke the life out of mama truth
Ok, alright, I give up! I'm taking the ride!

What Is A Dream?

A dream is an idea of how something should be, 

Regardless if it comes to fruition. 

A visionary is a dreamer that actually does it,

A realist is a dreamer that acts on results

Of a feasibility study, not a spell from a cult,

And many dreamers are talkers, not doers.

Fantasies are things the fantasizer creates 

With his or her imagination,

With awareness that it is a fantasy,

Not a reality, and when people get lost 

In their fantasies,

Delusions are usually the cost.

 

 

 

© 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

dreams...

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Boss

Folder: 
My Personal Faves

slippery, unclean
and i can't scratch i wont!

public.
private.

professional perfect happy

figured out -
who.
why?

this specific culture controls
unfavorably, unfitting
escape i , i...

a plane can take me away from monotony
new eyes,
tongues and bodies
no new humanity
all of humanity
is one
each individual struggles
with the sameness of their own soul
their biases, weaknesses
do I learn from them?
seek new experiences and hope to grow?
does anyone really grow and change
does my willingness to ask display immaturity and childish behaviors?

behaviors.
freedom.

i want to sing on my roof naked when the sun comes up
and goes down
and go down
and go down
and go down
on my boss
in public
in private
civilized
animals
aware
unaware
changing
unchanging
Pangaea

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