jbond77 : I am only humble man drunk and hungry
jbond77 : and I get tired of the heart attack everytimes it rains
dostokafka : you're drunk
jbond77 : hehe
jbond77 : more like hungover, I wish I was more drunk
jbond77 :
jbond77 : I probably need sleep
jbond77 : did you read the poem?
dostokafka : your poetry needs a sober editor
dostokafka : or a drunk reader
jbond77 : hehe
jbond77 : why does everyone have such a hard time reading my poetry?
jbond77 : I mean its not very complicated
jbond77 : come on dosto, lets fathom the hard questions
dostokafka : because its disconnected
jbond77 : disconnected from what? a plot?
dostokafka : you have fairly connected images, but you throw in these stop signs
dostokafka : so you have to start over all the time
dostokafka : heh
dostokafka : well
dostokafka : its obscure
dostokafka : fuck, i dont know
jbond77 : like abstract paintings? or like hiding ?
dostokafka : its a painting without a frame
dostokafka : guts without a belly
dostokafka : your I's feel abstract, like a collection of things that happens
dostokafka : piled up on each other, without a centre
dostokafka : are you offended yet?
jbond77 : hmmm
jbond77 : so how is that different from how everyone elses I's?
jbond77 : offended? hehe of course not
jbond77 : I appreciate real discourse
dostokafka : im trying to get to what i mean
jbond77 : okay continue
dostokafka : i suppose why most find it complicated is the grammar
dostokafka : its kind of difficult to penetrate
dostokafka : and me being foreign to the english language, some of these words and how they're used doesnt make much sense
dostokafka : like the first two lines
dostokafka : the rest of that stanza i can follow
jbond77 : well fair enough meager should be eager in its usage
jbond77 : meager means small, famished
jbond77 : but I like how it sounds
jbond77 :
jbond77 : so yes I'm trying to make words do things there not suppose to do
jbond77 : and grammatically I don't really think poetry has any?
dostokafka : i think grammar is the glue which both the writer and reader sniffs, and if we wish to communicate, we need to relate to the reader's understanding on some level
jbond77 : communication
jbond77 : aww the crux of the issue
jbond77 : at what point do you think we can separate ourselves from language as a control mechanism
jbond77 : and free it
jbond77 : communication only a means to control?
dostokafka : communication may be about connection and seperation at the same time, however the symbols you use needs to find their way across the page
jbond77 : well there on the page, no matter what page it is, words are all over them
jbond77 : and if there not, theres thousands of words ala pictures, or color
jbond77 : language the programming of the human mind
dostokafka : do you think language is control?
jbond77 : yes
jbond77 : I think thats how we limit ourselves
dostokafka : and we need to...break it up?
jbond77 : yes
jbond77 : destroy it
jbond77 : theres a code
dostokafka : well, why write then?
jbond77 : some sort of manipulation
dostokafka : you only create new language
jbond77 : because you have to use it to find its begginning, the orgin
dostokafka : if i read your poetry long enough i see language in it
dostokafka : a pattern, communication
dostokafka : is that cynical?
dostokafka : isnt the origin silence?
jbond77 : I think burroughs was close, a couple of deconstructionist philosophers I cant recall off the top of my head, rimbaud
dostokafka : or...back to nature, away from civilisation
jbond77 : there should be a way
jbond77 : I can manipulate the language to where I was to say
jbond77 : "You will die now"
jbond77 : and you will die.
jbond77 : still breathing?
dostokafka : dont you see any kind of 'beauty' in this manipulation?
jbond77 : no just machinery
jbond77 : cogs
dostokafka : machinery is a system, i dont believe nature is a system, a system is a human creation, a science if you will
jbond77 : language is a human creation used to control humans
jbond77 : if we could understand the energy around us
jbond77 : we wouldn't have to communicate
jbond77 : we'd exist
dostokafka : well thats a pretty utopia
dostokafka : that would be death, not life
jbond77 : that is nature, pi is nature, e is nature, chaos order is nature
jbond77 : it would be an infinite existence
dostokafka : yes, death
dostokafka : no existance at all
jbond77 : so yes then
jbond77 : kill the humans
jbond77 :
dostokafka : dont you believe existance needs to create itself over and over?
dostokafka : create languages and destroy them
dostokafka : there's no fucking origin
jbond77 : well if you buy into the idea of the law of physics, energy can never be created or destroyed
jbond77 : so lets say
jbond77 : theres nothing
jbond77 : absolute nothingness
jbond77 : the most chaotic thing that could happen would be something
jbond77 :
dostokafka : i see creation as a form of changing, moving, life
dostokafka : when you write you dont write from nothing, you take something and express it
jbond77 : sure
dostokafka : so it flows
dostokafka : its about the feelings
dostokafka : of eating fucking sleeping
dostokafka : and writing
dostokafka : or whatever it is you feel good about
jbond77 : I will say that if I'm not writing I'm depressed
jbond77 : like its my function
dostokafka : yes, well, why are you writing now?
dostokafka : id say its a way of communication
dostokafka : not destructivity
dostokafka : since you're fucking by yourself in an eastern country
dostokafka : need to communicate somehow
dostokafka : heh
jbond77 : well
dostokafka : i think its like the bird or whatever animal
jbond77 : I'd say its more that I don't have tv or other forms of media to distract me, I'm reading alot, and I don't have anything else to do then write
dostokafka : who has to communicate to attract its mate
jbond77 : when I am in a social environment I'm an animal
jbond77 : I mean I can make people dance
dostokafka : wether its a language or a smell or whatever
jbond77 : so I don't write I manipulate people, when theres no people or distractions I manipulate language
jbond77 : sociopath poetry
jbond77 :
jbond77 : a true creature of my environment, I'm dead weight
jbond77 : gosh I enjoy chat rooms
jbond77 : I've been in them since I was 9
dostokafka : that would explain manipulating language
jbond77 : you can destroy people by saying certain things
jbond77 : you can make them happy by saying certain things
jbond77 : you can fuck a woman of your choice by system
jbond77 : its cold and detached
jbond77 : I lost interest in the actual enacting
jbond77 : I'm more interested in the depraved, the more intensity
dostokafka : you have to believe in something
dostokafka : fuck science
jbond77 : I believe in space
dostokafka : science will be the death of mankind
jbond77 : I didn't say science
jbond77 : I don't believe in it either
dostokafka : science is detachment
dostokafka : i have to do somehting, ill be back in a bit
jbond77 : I believe there is space, an infinite possibility which we as humans have limited by our definitions of the entities inhabiting our mere remote space
jbond77 : and I get tired of the heart attack everytimes it rains
dostokafka : you're drunk
jbond77 : hehe
jbond77 : more like hungover, I wish I was more drunk
jbond77 :
jbond77 : I probably need sleep
jbond77 : did you read the poem?
dostokafka : your poetry needs a sober editor
dostokafka : or a drunk reader
jbond77 : hehe
jbond77 : why does everyone have such a hard time reading my poetry?
jbond77 : I mean its not very complicated
jbond77 : come on dosto, lets fathom the hard questions
dostokafka : because its disconnected
jbond77 : disconnected from what? a plot?
dostokafka : you have fairly connected images, but you throw in these stop signs
dostokafka : so you have to start over all the time
dostokafka : heh
dostokafka : well
dostokafka : its obscure
dostokafka : fuck, i dont know
jbond77 : like abstract paintings? or like hiding ?
dostokafka : its a painting without a frame
dostokafka : guts without a belly
dostokafka : your I's feel abstract, like a collection of things that happens
dostokafka : piled up on each other, without a centre
dostokafka : are you offended yet?
jbond77 : hmmm
jbond77 : so how is that different from how everyone elses I's?
jbond77 : offended? hehe of course not
jbond77 : I appreciate real discourse
dostokafka : im trying to get to what i mean
jbond77 : okay continue
dostokafka : i suppose why most find it complicated is the grammar
dostokafka : its kind of difficult to penetrate
dostokafka : and me being foreign to the english language, some of these words and how they're used doesnt make much sense
dostokafka : like the first two lines
dostokafka : the rest of that stanza i can follow
jbond77 : well fair enough meager should be eager in its usage
jbond77 : meager means small, famished
jbond77 : but I like how it sounds
jbond77 :
jbond77 : so yes I'm trying to make words do things there not suppose to do
jbond77 : and grammatically I don't really think poetry has any?
dostokafka : i think grammar is the glue which both the writer and reader sniffs, and if we wish to communicate, we need to relate to the reader's understanding on some level
jbond77 : communication
jbond77 : aww the crux of the issue
jbond77 : at what point do you think we can separate ourselves from language as a control mechanism
jbond77 : and free it
jbond77 : communication only a means to control?
dostokafka : communication may be about connection and seperation at the same time, however the symbols you use needs to find their way across the page
jbond77 : well there on the page, no matter what page it is, words are all over them
jbond77 : and if there not, theres thousands of words ala pictures, or color
jbond77 : language the programming of the human mind
dostokafka : do you think language is control?
jbond77 : yes
jbond77 : I think thats how we limit ourselves
dostokafka : and we need to...break it up?
jbond77 : yes
jbond77 : destroy it
jbond77 : theres a code
dostokafka : well, why write then?
jbond77 : some sort of manipulation
dostokafka : you only create new language
jbond77 : because you have to use it to find its begginning, the orgin
dostokafka : if i read your poetry long enough i see language in it
dostokafka : a pattern, communication
dostokafka : is that cynical?
dostokafka : isnt the origin silence?
jbond77 : I think burroughs was close, a couple of deconstructionist philosophers I cant recall off the top of my head, rimbaud
dostokafka : or...back to nature, away from civilisation
jbond77 : there should be a way
jbond77 : I can manipulate the language to where I was to say
jbond77 : "You will die now"
jbond77 : and you will die.
jbond77 : still breathing?
dostokafka : dont you see any kind of 'beauty' in this manipulation?
jbond77 : no just machinery
jbond77 : cogs
dostokafka : machinery is a system, i dont believe nature is a system, a system is a human creation, a science if you will
jbond77 : language is a human creation used to control humans
jbond77 : if we could understand the energy around us
jbond77 : we wouldn't have to communicate
jbond77 : we'd exist
dostokafka : well thats a pretty utopia
dostokafka : that would be death, not life
jbond77 : that is nature, pi is nature, e is nature, chaos order is nature
jbond77 : it would be an infinite existence
dostokafka : yes, death
dostokafka : no existance at all
jbond77 : so yes then
jbond77 : kill the humans
jbond77 :
dostokafka : dont you believe existance needs to create itself over and over?
dostokafka : create languages and destroy them
dostokafka : there's no fucking origin
jbond77 : well if you buy into the idea of the law of physics, energy can never be created or destroyed
jbond77 : so lets say
jbond77 : theres nothing
jbond77 : absolute nothingness
jbond77 : the most chaotic thing that could happen would be something
jbond77 :
dostokafka : i see creation as a form of changing, moving, life
dostokafka : when you write you dont write from nothing, you take something and express it
jbond77 : sure
dostokafka : so it flows
dostokafka : its about the feelings
dostokafka : of eating fucking sleeping
dostokafka : and writing
dostokafka : or whatever it is you feel good about
jbond77 : I will say that if I'm not writing I'm depressed
jbond77 : like its my function
dostokafka : yes, well, why are you writing now?
dostokafka : id say its a way of communication
dostokafka : not destructivity
dostokafka : since you're fucking by yourself in an eastern country
dostokafka : need to communicate somehow
dostokafka : heh
jbond77 : well
dostokafka : i think its like the bird or whatever animal
jbond77 : I'd say its more that I don't have tv or other forms of media to distract me, I'm reading alot, and I don't have anything else to do then write
dostokafka : who has to communicate to attract its mate
jbond77 : when I am in a social environment I'm an animal
jbond77 : I mean I can make people dance
dostokafka : wether its a language or a smell or whatever
jbond77 : so I don't write I manipulate people, when theres no people or distractions I manipulate language
jbond77 : sociopath poetry
jbond77 :
jbond77 : a true creature of my environment, I'm dead weight
jbond77 : gosh I enjoy chat rooms
jbond77 : I've been in them since I was 9
dostokafka : that would explain manipulating language
jbond77 : you can destroy people by saying certain things
jbond77 : you can make them happy by saying certain things
jbond77 : you can fuck a woman of your choice by system
jbond77 : its cold and detached
jbond77 : I lost interest in the actual enacting
jbond77 : I'm more interested in the depraved, the more intensity
dostokafka : you have to believe in something
dostokafka : fuck science
jbond77 : I believe in space
dostokafka : science will be the death of mankind
jbond77 : I didn't say science
jbond77 : I don't believe in it either
dostokafka : science is detachment
dostokafka : i have to do somehting, ill be back in a bit
jbond77 : I believe there is space, an infinite possibility which we as humans have limited by our definitions of the entities inhabiting our mere remote space
