November 8th, 2012 / 9:54 pm
Snippets

“Sirk has said you can’t make films about something, you can only make films with something — with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, with all these crazy things that make it worthwhile.”

— Fassbinder

That’s how I feel with poetry.

57 Comments

  1. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Ever since i lost my mind this summer I’ve been afraid to say things on here, as a format.

  2. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I hope you don’t mind me doing this on one of your threads, Reynard — I like your shit and your sense of humor

  3. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      But I haven’t felt settled anywhere in a really long time

  4. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Like there are little parts of me all over places everywhere hovering over surfaces all at the same time but never once even once touching the surfaces, adhering to gravity, to belonging, blah blah

  5. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      And this absence of ground and a single place and a single person/whole/whatever makes me feel like I don’t belong anywhere

  6. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      And this not belonging anywhere makes things directionless

  7. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Like on a daily basis I have no certain itinerary, aside from pray I’m not too exhausted to do anything

  8. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I lost my mind this summer not really but sort of from the heat combined with heavy heavy drinking creating rage and impatience with people both online and off

  9. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I am rarely awake or very awake or alert

  10. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Well, maybe that’s not the entire truth

  11. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I am rarely awake or energized enough to work on ideas for writing, and I have a lot of ideas for writing

  12. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      And I feel so disjointed as a person that in the periodic moments I DO feel awake and energized enough to sit down and continue working on something, I don’t feel connected to the work I had drafted previously

  13. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      So the whole thing feels like a clusterfuck of all the different personalities and characters I’ve cultivated to make friends and understand as much as I possibly can

  14. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      As a writer I think it’s important to devour as many people as possible

  15. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      That is develop empathy with all walks of life, no matter how far off they are from your own

  16. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      But shockingly enough it seems this consumption of others needs to be done in moderation lest you lose a sense of identity

  17. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      But then what is identity aside from trying to wrap a person into an easier to swallow package

  18. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Which is what marketing is, right. Which is bullshit

  19. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      So on the one hand it’s to stretch one’s self so thin to absorb others and understand as much as possible but become so invested in others that you lose a sense of self, singular self

  20. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      On the other hand it’s to condense yourself for the sake of having an identity but at the expense of closing yourself off to understanding others

  21. Brooks Sterritt

      Go for the gold

  22. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      The latter seems to be the way to get attention from people because people are lazy and want easily consumed product

  23. Brooks Sterritt

      And as a human

  24. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      But at the same time I think it’s the less noble path, the one of compromise, the one of accepting that the public should not need to acknowledge that all people contain multitudes

  25. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      There is an inverse correlation between how multifaceted you desire to be and how many people desire you as an artist

  26. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      You cannot be a cult of personality and lead a cult, you can not have your cake and eat it too, bullshit aphorism after bullshit aphorism after bullshit aphorism

  27. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      But anyway

  28. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Since it seems every time I sit in front of the laptop to write I feel I have no connection with the same me who previously did writing under my name/persona/whatever, it seems like the only way to write with any sort of cohesion on a periodic basis is through drugs

  29. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      As in, certain drugs result in certain definitive feelings and thought processes within me that are identifiable each and every time I do them

  30. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      So that when I take adderall to start a novel and then take it again three days later to resume work on the novel, I know that the two me who have each separately sat down to work on the same project are feeling the same things

  31. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      And there is no need to worry about a change in perception/perspective

  32. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I guess this ok, but it makes me question my ability and integrity as a writer

  33. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Like if I need the drugs to write… does that somehow demote me

  34. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Demote my credibility, am I using demote correctly

  35. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I blame it on the fact that I have a job that takes up a lot of my time

  36. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I blame it on the Internet

  37. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I blame it on the all other people writing really useless shit online, just basically shitting in a hole to take up space, and worrying I might be doing the same exact thing, worrying I am contributing to the same terrible act of filling the world up with boring uninspired words that some poor reader is gonna waste part of his or her life consuming

  38. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I think that maybe if I had a job that made me really happy I’d be more creative

  39. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      But if I had a job that made me really happy it’d probably involve me writing creatively for it, which is not the same as writing fiction, and would doing that work get in the way of my personal creative pursuits

  40. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      It’s just the world today is so wide open for art now, and people are more wide open than they ever have been before, and this multitude of options for pursuit muck up your own personal creative goals

  41. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      Makes you question their worth, not to mention makes it more and more difficult to do a good job on

  42. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I don’t know. It’s freaking me out

  43. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      This is all so fucking stupid

  44. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I should say this is not in direction to this site, but more to “pop culture” sites

  45. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      The ones that all cover the same stories and make the same jokes 3,000 times over

  46. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      “Women in binders? Better get to Office Max, I’m short on women, pa dum cha!”

  47. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      This drowning of reality in semantics and useless rhetoric

  48. Steven Pine

      It’s easy to protect yourself Frank when you hide in a difficult form.

  49. Frank Tas, the Raptor

      I didn’t know I was under attack!

  50. reynard

      thanks i’m glad you like the smell, it’s fine really i doubt anyone would have said anything anyway, in fact i do not feel that there is anything to say, that’s not why i do a blog post; hope you feel like less of a ghost

  51. Mike James

      WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

  52. deadgod

      I play them on a blue guitar
      And then things are not as they are.

      The shapings of the instrument
      Distort the shape of what I meant,

      Which takes a shape by accident.
      Yet what I mean I always say.

      The accident is how I play.
      I still intend things as they are.

      The greenish quaverings of day
      Quiver on the blue guitar.

      Stevens

  53. deadgod

      Not-Mondaugen’s Law: Personal density is directly proportional to empathetic bandwidth.

  54. deadgod

      χρυσον [γαρ] οι διζημενοι γην πολλην ορυσσουσι και ευρισκουσιν ολιγον.

      (Seekers dig much earth and find little gold.)

      –Heraclitus, DK 22

  55. deadgod

      “Who are you? said the Caterpillar.

      This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I–I hardly know, Sir, just at present–at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.”

  56. deadgod

      It’s a successful exposure of feeling.

  57. bemightee

      nice quote.