really really sleepy, so forgive the nonsense...
measured out in long teaspoons (oft used for ice cream)
a silhouette of myself
a daughter
a wife
a lover
a friend
a wanderer
a music junkie (look at the rings under my eyes if I have to do without)
a psuedo-poet
a milkmaid, in fancy - hair long and wrapped in coarse cloth, smelling sweet like life and earth
a mezzo-soprano when it needs it, stooping low as Morrison when I can
not a spinster, though I love the word
a wordsmith
an awkward dancer, gyrating to the beat thrumming through my being
a Leo, proud and loud
a grinning klutz
Is what you do who you are?
Everything I do is what I am, even when I'm not doing what I want to be
doing. It's what I allow to happen or what I make happen, and I
am responsible for it.
Is what you eat who you are?
ice cream and salads and inexpensive groceries - these are choices of
my taste and talent. They create my form, and my form helps
create my idea of who I am, which is, again, just a silhouette.
Is what you wear who you are?
an emerald engagement ring, a pair of clogs, and long hair - these are garments of my vanity, a part of me
Is what you read or what you watch who you are?
a Trekkie, a lover of fiction, of sappy romance and mystical poetry, of gut-wrenching, evil prose - they're all part of who I am
Is what you think who you are?
Ah, the great subjective. I am what I think I am is almost true
but not quite. There is much beyond what I think and what I
know. I am a child of God, as so many others have writ, and what
God has in store for me, what He created me for, is beyond my scope
right now.
Is what they think who you are?
Objective. Being. Others. Yes, what others think of
me I am. It is our communal One, the subtlety between subjective
and objective, the "Quality," I guess, that Pirsig speaks of in
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
Is being on the right team who you are?
If the right team means professing the beliefs and ideas I believe to
be true, then yes. It is part of how I think and how I act.
It does not consume me, but it is a part of me.
Is what you believe who you are?
This may be the closest to what I am. But what about the
objective reality outside my fantasies? Or is William James
right? The schizophrenics in their lost worlds know worlds beyond
ours. How real are they?
Is what you say who you are?
Every word I utter, even the senseless chatter, is a part of what I
contribute to this reality. Interconnected, everything,
intertwined.
Who are you?
"I really wanna know."
Comments (19)
Dear Emily,
You were so sleepy you put your link on the wrong entry, but I put it up at the top of my blog under the header, and I think that's where most people get to the Internet Island entries. I would like to know your obsevations on my own entry (for which you put your link) since I always enjoy hearing your point of view.
A very poetic assessment, and I would take that "pseudo" off of the "poet" line. As a poet who has been writing for longet than you've been alive, I've read quite a few poems in my history, and yours are no less "poetic" than any published writer. You are not "pseudo". Perhaps it's just the silhouette.
Thank you for participating. You always have choice beachfront property on the Internet Island.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
Don't go changin' to try and please me... dadadadada
I love you just the way you are...
I am interested to meet and read more about the wanderer!
I am a concentration of consciousness floating around the internet island...meeting all the Internet Islanders.
Glad to see you living on the island.
you got me at grinning clutz, kewl.
johnm
Anyway, nice post, forgive me because I have this tendancy to go off the deep end sometime.
Thanks for dropping by, and for the props.
Tricia
Hi from another Islander. I love this post. You are a poet. Baldmike is right. I hope to read many more of your creations.
Kat
Oh, and I wrote some stuff.
you know, i think i always knew that you were the english middlemas maiden type and now you have confirmed it! -g