Re: Spin, Spin: a Poem
The whole time I was reading I felt like my life was on display. I don't really know how to put it save for saying that it feels like you're always aware of this necessity to, as long as you're alive at least, keep some semblance of equanimity, no matter how bad, or even how good things get. Both good and bad, if you allow them can make you giddy with unsettling and disturbing dizziness to the point where the former can lead to the latter if left unchecked, and the latter can keep you from experiencing the former if given too much attention.
Of knives and tongues? Words can be weapons... I know that far too well. Interestingly enough, sometimes the very things you say you'll never say to other people are the things you end up saying when you're angry or upset or you feel like you're losing your grip on things. Even when the words are well intended, the audience and the timing are wrong. Sometimes, you're the audience and you're not ready to receive the richness of reality or the lash of lies and in your lack of knowledge of which is being offered or presented you can't help but reject them both.
Anyway, perhaps I'm overphilosophizing this thing. It's been about 15 years since I've delved deep into the world of poetry and lyrical content. I used to be into this like, a lot, but I feel well out of touch right now and like writing much more would debase this wonderful work.
-- Audiogames-reflector mailing list Audiogames-reflector@sabahattin-gucukoglu.com https://sabahattin-gucukoglu.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/audiogames-reflector
