Nausea

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    Nausea

    The acid drizzle drums the roof

    Analysis fucks up my head

    I light another cigarette

    I seem to have misplaced my youth

     

    Observing thru a foggy window

    The dirtball just keeps turning

    Rome never stopped burning

    We’re still stuck in limbo

     

    The night falls hard

    We deal in damage control

    Mend your mortal soul

    Even absolutes fall apart

     

    A carpet-bombing with bacon, please

    The seasoning should be subtle

    This house is supposed to be rubble

    And don’t forget the extra cheese!

     

    Bonding over dissatisfaction

    A world of perfectly pointless places

    Filled by seas of faceless faces

    This is a shot of abreaction

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    PoetWithCancer commented on Nausea

    03-23-2011

    2. Now, one last thing: Please quit smoking. Don't flirt with death. Don't be one of those who are dying for a cigarette. Not nagging; I hope you see that. I hope you feel that. Or, at least, I don't want to be nagging. I won't mention it to you again. Never. But now, at this moment, I feel sad that you are endangering your young life. There are so many dangers we can't evade. This is one you can evade. // How to quit? First, realize that it will be hard to quit, probably, no matter what method you use, including the patch. But realize that in time, the addiction gets small enough that it isn't too hard for you anymore; and eventually it goes away altogether. Psychologically, you may still miss a good smoke, but that is not addiction, and you can go on without it. // You will spend a fortune on cigarettes if you throw them away or give them away, for you will end up repeatedly buying more. Don't throw away your cigarettes or give them away. Keep a pack on you. Try to say no to one cigarette at a time. Take out a cigarette; look at it; smell it; make the decision: Put it back in the pack, or smoke it. It you want to quit, sooner or later you will win. But throwing away your cigarettes just costs money, and generates anxiety because you haven't got a cigarette close by.. You need to know that if you have got to have one, you can, in order to eliminate that anxiety, and to generate the strength to quit. // This is your second poem that I have read. I'm sorry I can't read more right now. I will in time, read all your poems; if I'm able. I think I will likely be able. // I won't bring up the cigarette thing again; but think it over, please. Dying from cancer is not the same as just dying someday. // I wish you all the best. // Bye now. --Michael LP, Mr.Poet
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    stigbohnolsen

    03/23/2011

    I actually don't smoke, but i truly appreciate your concern. I chose it here as a metaphor for coping mechanism, going to lenghts just to keep yourself going. I don't enjoy smoking. Besides, my asthma won't allow it

    PoetWithCancer commented on Nausea

    03-23-2011

    1. Dear stig (if I may call you that--if not, let me know), // Did you know that years ago, Mawellhouse Coffee, the business, was owned by Idi Amin, the brutal dictator of Uganda? The media was complicit in keeping it mostly a secret. Millions of people bought the coffee, piling money into the coffers of that evil human monster. I understand the meaning of your line "A carpet bombing with baon, please" as pointing out that much of what we buy and eat has hidden ties that channel money to such people. We need to have true transparancy, if we are to stop inadvertently giving money to tyrants. // I'll bet you know that Sartre wrote a book called *Nausea*. // I know all too well that "even absolutes fall apart." It is to some extent damage control, but it is mostly perception control. Officials in the government often find it easier to make you feel safe than to make you safe. It's cost-effective. // You are right. Rome never stopped burning.
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    stigbohnolsen

    03/23/2011

    I wasn't aware of the coffeehouse thing, that's fucked up. But the world is a pretty twisted place, that you just have to accept

    stigbohnolsen

    03/23/2011

    And of course you can call me Stig! You can call me whatever you like, but my givenname would probably be the most obvious. :p

    winterkou commented on Nausea

    02-18-2011

    I see where your going with this at first it was hard to follow but I see the picture you are trying to paint with your words.
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    erroneousflint commented on Nausea

    01-30-2011

    I'm combing through my own catharses, trying on which if any would be best to shoot the speakers way......Sort of like bringing a six pack or a bottle of good wine to a friends house to sit with him and just listen .....I'm thinking maybe how much of this world is totally fucked up and how much of it is me? That's problematic enough for me to figure out... I know for a fact that many will be eager enough [ either for money] or out of sheer indulgence to draw that line for me, while I light up my cheroot and grab a table chair and sit backwards in it, nodding my head up and down on cue ...And at summation, when they ask me if I'm grasping any of this I'll answer""Every bit of it!!! """" Now can I get a carpet bombing with bacon please? And don't forget the extra cheese"""".......Powerful thought provoking write Olsen
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    ginga commented on Nausea

    01-19-2011

    Olsen, I appreciate the title "Nausea" even more upon ending this read and reflecting on all that interferes with non-nausea. ginga
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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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