Winding Vines
Bluelighter
An interesting conversation between brian and I. Read, intrigueing.
Autum Poppy: wanna read a piece of my poetry?
badboybrian: sure
Autum Poppy: Let us see, to be, just as fine as those days that we walked on by and you never noticed the me in me. The me is everything, there always somewhere my mind must be. But i wouldnt know those cheshire cat smiles still linger where the scorpions layer is just beyond that cloud. Yes, yes i forgot those years, and people still wonder why i become blind in one eye from time to time, a somatoform they tell me- but i think its just the general concencus on ignorance.
Was that poison breathing in my ears?
badboybrian: interesting
badboybrian: is this what you are currently feeling>
Autum Poppy: nah that was a couple weeks ago
badboybrian: what happened
Autum Poppy: nothing just writing abstractly
badboybrian: question
Autum Poppy: sure
badboybrian: whats the mood of most of your work
Autum Poppy: no mood
Autum Poppy: just a jossel rant
badboybrian: cause i find that people who write usually are feeling either always angry..or always depressed...and what not
badboybrian: what about you
badboybrian: is the attitude to most of your work geared towards any one emotion?
Autum Poppy: nah minds just a copious jumble of words that fit together ironically with always a double meaning
Autum Poppy: never
badboybrian: how perversly attractive
Autum Poppy: although i can never say that i dont feel something when i write im usually in a cognetive mood, i never can write when im angry
Autum Poppy: everything ends up sounding primitive and redundant
badboybrian: when you write? or when you are angry?
Autum Poppy: when im angry
badboybrian: ic
Autum Poppy: writing is about perspective and if you write about something thats on your mind-no one can really see the complexity behind the meaning, thats why i never write about anything at all
Autum Poppy: but for some reason it makes sense
badboybrian: so are you telling me that you write aimlessly?
Autum Poppy: exactly
badboybrian: and just figure out how to make sense of it all after you finish?
Autum Poppy: nah i re-read it and wonder how i came up with something that i wasnt even intending on writing about
Autum Poppy: either it ends up soulful or completely insane and off the wall
Autum Poppy: but it doesnt matter how i precieve it
badboybrian: sort of like a reluctant wanderer
Autum Poppy: it matters how it affects someone else
badboybrian: not knowing where he is going but finding where he needs to be
Autum Poppy: yeah basically walking down a road and seeing everything with your eyes but not really recognizing any of it
Autum Poppy: or better word comprehending
badboybrian: so how do you expect to reach comprehension at the end of each road?
Autum Poppy: blind faith i guess
badboybrian: ill buy it
badboybrian: but would you agree to this:
badboybrian: i am a painter, i never know what i want to paint, instead i throw up my arms in a flurry creating images out of motions
badboybrian: i call it art
badboybrian: would you call it art?
Autum Poppy: i suppose thats subjective
badboybrian: how so?
badboybrian: i mean, isnt it similar to your method of writing?
badboybrian: (btw, im just playing devil's advocate here)
Autum Poppy: well if the painting touches me in some way, call it sentiment or nostalgia then its art
badboybrian: (i have nothing against your work nor your method)
badboybrian: so...art to you can be garbage to someone else?
Autum Poppy: but many would read what i say and laugh because 1 they have no means of pulling apart the words and analysing them or 2 think that its crap because it snot just about love or the human condition
Autum Poppy: but i always think that when i write its something more then words its my subconcious that i have yet to understand
Autum Poppy: just becuase i say i dont have really any aim to my writing style
Autum Poppy: doesnt mean that in some way my mind superimposes something of me in it
badboybrian: fair enough
badboybrian: i totally understand
badboybrian: but to say that...
badboybrian: would suggest that your work (which is excellent) wasnt intended
Autum Poppy: well by any means if you would like to explain to me what you believe is my intensions that go right ahead because i certainly have no idea.
badboybrian: hehehe
badboybrian: no no hun
badboybrian: im not out to chastise you or criticize you
Autum Poppy: no not at all
Autum Poppy: i was just wondering how you felt my writing ment
badboybrian: definitely perverse
badboybrian: which made it intriguiging
badboybrian: intriguing(sp)
Autum Poppy: quite alright, i never was told i was a great speller
badboybrian: also dark
badboybrian: which is why i asked if your work was geared towards a specific mood or emotion
badboybrian: but IMO, dark is trendy
badboybrian: but...because of its contradictions and double entendres
badboybrian: definitely not a trend following piece
badboybrian: which i applaud
Autum Poppy: well thank you. definitly not something of the pulp but either way thank you.. my freinds think its "cool" but never try to understand
badboybrian: you see thats the thing
badboybrian: like you said
badboybrian: people look for the garden variety
badboybrian: relationships, human conditioning, etc
Autum Poppy: i gues most or more comfortable with what they know
badboybrian: never "outside the box", so to speak
Autum Poppy: sure
badboybrian: but "comfortable" never gets you ahead
Autum Poppy: im never comfortable.. not even in my own skin persay
badboybrian: im not talking about you
Autum Poppy: i know i was just stating
badboybrian: exactly
Autum Poppy:
badboybrian: stepping outside your comfort zone is actually healthy to do so
badboybrian: and beneficial especially
badboybrian: otherwise your world is a close minded and naive bubble
Autum Poppy: well i applaud those that try to step out and realise it isnt for them
badboybrian: never looking past what you can see with your own eyes
Thanks for reading, feel free to respond, conversation is always welcomed.
-love-
Autum Poppy: wanna read a piece of my poetry?
badboybrian: sure
Autum Poppy: Let us see, to be, just as fine as those days that we walked on by and you never noticed the me in me. The me is everything, there always somewhere my mind must be. But i wouldnt know those cheshire cat smiles still linger where the scorpions layer is just beyond that cloud. Yes, yes i forgot those years, and people still wonder why i become blind in one eye from time to time, a somatoform they tell me- but i think its just the general concencus on ignorance.
Was that poison breathing in my ears?
badboybrian: interesting
badboybrian: is this what you are currently feeling>
Autum Poppy: nah that was a couple weeks ago
badboybrian: what happened
Autum Poppy: nothing just writing abstractly
badboybrian: question
Autum Poppy: sure
badboybrian: whats the mood of most of your work
Autum Poppy: no mood
Autum Poppy: just a jossel rant
badboybrian: cause i find that people who write usually are feeling either always angry..or always depressed...and what not
badboybrian: what about you
badboybrian: is the attitude to most of your work geared towards any one emotion?
Autum Poppy: nah minds just a copious jumble of words that fit together ironically with always a double meaning
Autum Poppy: never
badboybrian: how perversly attractive
Autum Poppy: although i can never say that i dont feel something when i write im usually in a cognetive mood, i never can write when im angry
Autum Poppy: everything ends up sounding primitive and redundant
badboybrian: when you write? or when you are angry?
Autum Poppy: when im angry
badboybrian: ic
Autum Poppy: writing is about perspective and if you write about something thats on your mind-no one can really see the complexity behind the meaning, thats why i never write about anything at all
Autum Poppy: but for some reason it makes sense
badboybrian: so are you telling me that you write aimlessly?
Autum Poppy: exactly
badboybrian: and just figure out how to make sense of it all after you finish?
Autum Poppy: nah i re-read it and wonder how i came up with something that i wasnt even intending on writing about
Autum Poppy: either it ends up soulful or completely insane and off the wall
Autum Poppy: but it doesnt matter how i precieve it
badboybrian: sort of like a reluctant wanderer
Autum Poppy: it matters how it affects someone else
badboybrian: not knowing where he is going but finding where he needs to be
Autum Poppy: yeah basically walking down a road and seeing everything with your eyes but not really recognizing any of it
Autum Poppy: or better word comprehending
badboybrian: so how do you expect to reach comprehension at the end of each road?
Autum Poppy: blind faith i guess
badboybrian: ill buy it
badboybrian: but would you agree to this:
badboybrian: i am a painter, i never know what i want to paint, instead i throw up my arms in a flurry creating images out of motions
badboybrian: i call it art
badboybrian: would you call it art?
Autum Poppy: i suppose thats subjective
badboybrian: how so?
badboybrian: i mean, isnt it similar to your method of writing?
badboybrian: (btw, im just playing devil's advocate here)
Autum Poppy: well if the painting touches me in some way, call it sentiment or nostalgia then its art
badboybrian: (i have nothing against your work nor your method)
badboybrian: so...art to you can be garbage to someone else?
Autum Poppy: but many would read what i say and laugh because 1 they have no means of pulling apart the words and analysing them or 2 think that its crap because it snot just about love or the human condition
Autum Poppy: but i always think that when i write its something more then words its my subconcious that i have yet to understand
Autum Poppy: just becuase i say i dont have really any aim to my writing style
Autum Poppy: doesnt mean that in some way my mind superimposes something of me in it
badboybrian: fair enough
badboybrian: i totally understand
badboybrian: but to say that...
badboybrian: would suggest that your work (which is excellent) wasnt intended
Autum Poppy: well by any means if you would like to explain to me what you believe is my intensions that go right ahead because i certainly have no idea.
badboybrian: hehehe
badboybrian: no no hun
badboybrian: im not out to chastise you or criticize you
Autum Poppy: no not at all
Autum Poppy: i was just wondering how you felt my writing ment
badboybrian: definitely perverse
badboybrian: which made it intriguiging
badboybrian: intriguing(sp)
Autum Poppy: quite alright, i never was told i was a great speller
badboybrian: also dark
badboybrian: which is why i asked if your work was geared towards a specific mood or emotion
badboybrian: but IMO, dark is trendy
badboybrian: but...because of its contradictions and double entendres
badboybrian: definitely not a trend following piece
badboybrian: which i applaud
Autum Poppy: well thank you. definitly not something of the pulp but either way thank you.. my freinds think its "cool" but never try to understand
badboybrian: you see thats the thing
badboybrian: like you said
badboybrian: people look for the garden variety
badboybrian: relationships, human conditioning, etc
Autum Poppy: i gues most or more comfortable with what they know
badboybrian: never "outside the box", so to speak
Autum Poppy: sure
badboybrian: but "comfortable" never gets you ahead
Autum Poppy: im never comfortable.. not even in my own skin persay
badboybrian: im not talking about you
Autum Poppy: i know i was just stating
badboybrian: exactly
Autum Poppy:
badboybrian: stepping outside your comfort zone is actually healthy to do so
badboybrian: and beneficial especially
badboybrian: otherwise your world is a close minded and naive bubble
Autum Poppy: well i applaud those that try to step out and realise it isnt for them
badboybrian: never looking past what you can see with your own eyes
Thanks for reading, feel free to respond, conversation is always welcomed.
-love-
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