The following comments are for "Blank Page Poker" by MobiusSoul
Lucie: enlightened re uninspiration
Hah, yeah. Key word is indeed uninspired :( But Lucie, I do like your characteristic commenting style of warm and pensive positivity. I've been dealing recently with much of that 'presence within bleakness'. It is, done properly, quite an 'ego divesting' experience. And probably character-forming, but not always poetry-forming.
In fact, had it not afforded me the chance to use one of my favourite words, I'd have done the decent thing and posted this haiku as a mere comment (in response to Lena's recent kind enquiry). Poetry about writers block is a barefaced admission that the barrel is beyond all scraping. But y'know... all I have these days are bagatelles... and the occasional big idea of sprawling conceptual ambition which I am crippling incapable of realising. Sometimes I think I'm going slowly creatively bankrupt in concert with the global economy. Other times, and less hubristically, I think I am merely getting old. Mostly, I conclude that I may never know the difference...
Posted by: mobiussoul [Member] On: September 29, 2008
First let me thank you, Caitlin for teaching me a new word today. I guess I am so totally ignorant of poker or board games (except for chess, I lOVE chess)...that I had no clue what bagatelles were, and then I come to find out it has a meaning far beyond the board in expressions, not a common expression either, not around my parts anyway. Back to you haiku, this is perfect, you have captured it, my uninspired muses lay with me in bed these days yawning...the only thing they are good for is to remind me that soon it will be over and we will be back to work, and they are also good for pushing my continual voyeurism of other people's works. They like to watch just like I do. Heehee! But, yes, here in this perfectly constructed and worded haiku you captured that feeling. You were always good at haikus and I also like your on the edge of science/soul mixer kind of works...atleast that is my term for some of it. I so enjoy your work and it has been my pleasure to read you again, I know Windchime and Shannon love you too, you are very unique and even what you may consider your less inspired or more mundane is to the rest of us pure science of magic wordcraft that has, again, that very unique MobiusSoul quality and flavor that cannot be duplicated in the laboratory.
Thanks for sharing this in between your ceramics sessions...I've played with ceramics, can be fun and loads of creative obsession for sure. I come and comment in between my obsession with my video games quests Guild Wars and also the Sims, obsessed with my G-d like ability to control the Sims lives, muahahaha! But also love the quest games of Guild War and virtual chess is always wonderfully addictive.
Looking forward to more of your works. I love haiku both old traditional and newer forms, love to dabble in it form time to time. Had lots of haiku on here at one time but I deleted them all in a state of temperamental "it all sucks" moment in artistic madness time, now regret it.
Right now I am just re-posting a few things here and there until my operation and recoup is over. "DIVINORUM- A Tribute To The Art of Alex Grey" was my submission from last night.
But, I know you and many others have seen it before and already commented plenty, as you will be seeing other re-runs you already commented plenty on before, but that is all I can muster for now...in the meanwhile, I will keep reading vicariously pleasured via your works and that of Shannon's and Lucie's, etc., so many, many talented writers here on the Lit.Org, and the best comment feedback site community I have ever known.
stark, this, as it should be. my own creative droughts seed surplusness on a massive scale, as time and again I confuse saying anything with saying something… not so this piece, which has stillness and silence and self-possession…
I’ll add dignity to enlightened and raise you elegance… that’s a poker term, right?
Lena, Shannon: creme de menthe & carrots
Thank you both. Lena, best wishes for the operation and subsequent return of creative energy. Shannon... you very seldom say nothing. And if you did, it would probably still sound like poetry to the casual observer. Self possession is one of my stronger suits. Noone else is vying for the deed of title. Dignity and elegance, however, are to be striven for, so your compliment is deeply (possessively?) appreciated.
Following up after a local reading last night, I discovered the poem at this link. It is quite the most charming and un-self-indulgent expression of how it can be to be muse-less. I am tempted to run out at once for creme de menthe and carrots...