Learning

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    • jude
    • says what is status to true life anyways

    Learning
    I am in a state of perpetual leaving of sanity
    and I am learning to be quiet
    I am in a state of perpetual panic
    and I am learning to be patient
    I am in a state of obssessive obsessive compulsion and analysis
    and I'm learning to accept
    I'm trying not to over think
    I'm learning to understand
    I'm trying

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    devaamido commented on Learning

    06-20-2009

    If I wanted to use this poem as you seem to, I'd rewrite it along the lines of "like a Baby to a Breast"...repetitious. Then I'd read it over and over like a mantra... to reinforce how you wish to become. And just remember. you already ARE as you want to be, you just want to tweek up the design a bit. You certainly wouldn't wand to quash your brilliant insights & writing skills. Good luck! Good poem!
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    jude

    06/21/2009

    Like a baby to the breast is suppossed to be repititious, Like a correography of dance misinterpreted everyone seems to think this is something I did out of ignorance, I did it to illustrate the "rocking knees pull up to chest" in a corner state of mind where everything is focused and repeating, unable to escape.

    causeofbalance commented on Learning

    03-29-2009

    wonderful poem I feel very much the same often. I think one cannot know something truly without knowing what it is not. Through a thorough process of elimination does someone fully understand anything, if this is possible. I see you using compensatory (sp?) notions to counteract an undesirable trait perhaps? I am all about progress so I love this poem :)
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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