The following comments are for "SQUIRREL BRAIN" by gomarsoap
Aha, I see the squirrels have followed me from the WF over here to Lit.org. I knew it wouldn't be long before they found me... I knew I couldn't hide. This is a sign, isn't it? A warning - a scare tactic??!! The squirrels bark you know!! They will bite!!
Now, how can you be typing if you have no skeleton. I'm studying anatomy right now, and it's just not feasible, Mr. Smarty-Pantses.
Posted by: GibsonGirl [Member] On: June 24, 2005
I am happy (well you know what I mean) that someone else has experienced these symptoms as well. I am way too familiar with this little poem of yours, lol. Interesting write.
What is a wondering soul supposed to do? Wander?
I guess it would be OK for a year, as long as you ended up where you wanted to go in the first place. I think after you die, you will become instantly brilliant(as in smart) Gomar. Free from the form constraints. Nice write. Well put.
Yep, Will is
right about this being a well put, nice write.
I think with brevity on your side, you sure captured alot of visuals with this. Gee, Gomar,
I find this amazingly thought provoking,,,I read this yesterday and again today, to pick at the bones of it.....
Gomar - Squirrel Brain
Okay, I'll try my luck on this one. This seemed to me about the spirit being lost in limbo for a year, he was trying to summon up all the good things he thought he’d done while alive to be granted freedom and enter Paradiso. And how as a ghost in limbo one becomes squirrel-brained, especially when he's beginning to become oblivious of what he'd gone through in the world of the living. Nope?
However, this is a very short and yet thought-provoking piece.
I'll take my squirrel brains scrambled, please
Vodka: Here's the inspiration: I was over at a friend's apartment the other day. She's a poet and we were drinking and getting high and talking and listening to music.
I was thinking about mortality and the fact that physiologically we are all basically skeletons with flesh attached.
Then I thought, at my age, I'm not going to have flesh attached to my bones for very much longer.
It gave me kind of a bad feeling in that I would probably die without ever finding the truth about life.
Searching and trying to find out something about life reminded me of a squirrel searching for something it buried a long time ago.
That's when I wrote the first 6 lines.
Then I didn't know what else to write or how to finish the poem.
That's when I asked myself, "What would drsoos say?"
Suddenly I understood what I should write to finish off the poem.
It's like a squirrel saying, "I thought I knew something once & I tucked it away somewhere. Now I cannot find nor understand it.
It's one of the tricks that life plays on us which drsoos sees so clearly.
This is the most light I can shed regarding the inspiration for this poem.
GG: I'm talking about something that will happen but hasn't happened yet. And beware, the squirrels may decide to eat your brain like a bowl of tapioca pudding. The sqirrels know your hiding places. They know what you did last summer. My advice to you is make friends with them. And then smash the most dangerous ones with a hammer. And then reflect. It's always good to reflect.
Meanwhile, the flesh drops from my bones. But there's still enough left to type.
Macbeth: Thank you for your comment and yes it does have different meanings to me, including loss of innocense. Perhaps this particular squirrel had innocense once but then buried it away for safe keeping, but when the squirrel went to find it, it had disappeared.
Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: June 26, 2005
I'm glad I could help. It was no trouble at all.
You provoked a lot of thought with few words- all of which are your very own.