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b.costen Member
since 2003-11-02
Posts 107ontario, CAN |
I once was a writer for fifty years I discovered books and haven’t touched a mile since then but now there are metal Gates and brothers who would rather not read what I once’d to think .just wondering, but why we look like our fathers and talk, laugh, act like them, our fathers. as surely as there is Something to be said for ironing and the widows who enjoy it if you’d like to: this winter weekend we could slide down a slippery hill of memories and melt the wax photographs like weary humans in a crying cage. with single matches of course although there is something to be said for erasers too rubber ones pink, sated with smudgy ’ole charcoal, they, our best friends. Believing what they need to believe. For avoidance, & smooth talking. two ends to a tool that will be the most powerful rocket ever i'm staring at the moony holes still not writing a thing but still wondering plenty (like if the moon is ever real, or always hung by string?) I am most certainly for everything, not come to anything but my room and clothes which have followed me since birth and will cast off at death I dearly miss them already So as to dried up leaves who are stirred from death into lively little tornados at my weakest I have done the strongest things i’ll never do again so, iron so, craters so, fathers although gaping craters have unknowing eyes i’ve known blind women who are the prettiest of all so what's it going to be then, eh? |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
They are prettiest of all, because they don't see your faults? Is that what this meant? I don't know what this is saying, but there was lots you had to say. Maybe something about history repeating itself? I always like to know what these mean. Oh well, hmm? Shrugs shoulders..don't know. ? Thanks for sharing..interesting.  Love, Terri~  |
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b.costen Member
since 2003-11-02
Posts 107ontario, CAN |
Terri, Thanks (quite a lot) for your (somewhat confused) reply. I say in this poem that they're the prettiest of all because they are not able to see themselves, however beautiful they are or are not, which allows them to be totally free (and objective) from judging people by looks, whether consciously or subconsciously, most importantly their own beauty or lack thereof, which either results in pride or self consciousness. In this aspect blind people are: neither here nor there, and indeed a most interesting person, not knowing what they look like. (or do they? I don't know) I'm confusing you again, aren't I? Of course you bring up an interesting point too, about how they wouldn't see my faults, I think that, however, they would still see my faults beyond the visual (like personality, etc). And of course, I wouldn't want to love someone just because she couldn't see me... that would be weird. It was about a great many other things as well, as you put it, but if you'd like more depth on those things too, then I'd rather you point them out so I can address them specifically, to avoid excessive wordage. (Which I have already done more than once in this reply alone.) I enjoy the fact that you like to figure these things out. Not many people do you know. Anywho, have a great week, Ben :) so what's it going to be then, eh? |
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