Tuesday, January 31, 2006

An Asking

We’re all just desperate souls,
Searching for an id,
Constantly projecting biomorphism and dilations of content.

We yearn for something timely,
And force rudiments on the most complex human function,
-Only out of laziness,
Yet that governs our scientific syntax.

I send this to you because I am compulsive
Only too much human
You are my target audience,
And by you I have already been wounded

I make concessions lightly
Like a priest passing the cup of tithes,
Afterall, who gives me a passage,
If it is not you, to whom I make my plea?


Blogger Maddy said...

Hello Shakespeare...that was
stunning. Breath-taking.
it made my mind leap to a poem
i don't know why...

"...Even the small trees you
planted as children have long since
become too heavy;you could not
carry them now. But the winds...
but the spaces...

I love poetry. You seem to have
a gift for poetry.

10:03 p.m.  
Blogger Lorena said...

ditto to madelyn's comment.

"And by you I have already been wounded" i really like that line!!

very deep poem.

11:04 p.m.  
Blogger Frap Gurl said...

Where there is passion there is pain! I can sooo relate! Well said.. and after your id is envisioned trying to find someone to accept it is futile! Sorry for the pessimism...

1:13 a.m.  
Blogger Chloe said...

who wounded you? I want to know. I'll tackle them with my dagger.
A song for you to listen to: damaged people / depeche mode/ from their latest Playing the Angel

1:52 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You should make a career out of this.

12:36 p.m.  
Blogger transience said...

there's a reason why you are called sirbarrett.

6:39 p.m.  
Blogger Mayimakeyousmile said...

Just passed by - Your site held my attention - thanks! Can't wait to read more. Take Care! =)

9:44 p.m.  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

maddy -Funny you mention him, I applied to be a media relations person (dream job. They were asking for 5 years experience) for a theatre festival featuring works of his. In the letter I actually tried to justify hiring me over someone else by stating: "Whether tis nobler to suffer the fortune of outrageous experience, or to take aim at a sea of competition, and by distinguishing oneself, surface, I will let you decide." Nice. Where is this from? I love poetry too. It's good brain food.

lorena -Thanks. I'm gushing blood now. Happy blood.

frap girl -I try to tell my id that, but it always does its own thing. I guess you just can't teach an old dog new tricks. And don't apologize about the pessimism. Maybe if you tried to ruin my life I might show some intolerance, but allowing a little pessimism is the least I can do as a modest libertine.

chloe -Depeche Mode makes me cry. You and I should go tire-slashing sometime. I think it would be healthy.

captain bee -I'm still trying to negotiate a contract about that. It's been hard getting a hold of myself though. I'm losing my grip. Sure it's one thing to say you're going to be available to work full time, but you wouldn't believe how hard it's been trying to track myself down just to get a signature!

transience -You are sweet. Can I put your face on a Valentine's card?

10:17 p.m.  
Blogger Maddy said...

Hamlet? - Or did you mean
Rainer Maria Rilke - someone
mentioned him on my blog and
I have his books - my favorite
is Sonnets to Orpheus but only
the Stephen Mitchell translation.

..learn to forget that passsionate
music. It will end.
True singing is a different breath,
about nothing. A gust inside the
god. A wind.

10:28 p.m.  
Blogger Maddy said...

e-mail me your address - you have
mine - it's only fair.

11:00 p.m.  
Blogger Maddy said...

Holy doodles - that was fast!

11:10 p.m.  
Blogger Chloe said...

or we could ring the bells of those awful people who did donate and then run.

7:17 a.m.  
Blogger Maddy said...

Chloe - THAT is exactly the
kind of thing I DO!!!!!
in my life - weird you should
say that!!!!!!!!!!!!

7:56 a.m.  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

mayimakeyousmile -sorry, I didn't notice you there at first. I must be getting old. Thanks for coming. Always welcome back.

madelyn -I was talking about Shakespeare because the town this festival is in revolves around his plays. It's pretty neat. Rilke has some powerful poems. I especially like the one about hypothetically coming into contact with angels and being consumed by their superior being: "Every angel is terrifying"

chloe -I noticed that some of the houses had their doorbells ripped off. I wonder if it was in order to avoid people like you and I.

12:37 a.m.  

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