i've got
stereoscop
ic vision
and
so
do
you!
let us put it to good use, my friend
and
what would happen if you tried to write normally, and not in some slow series of progressing thoughts? lord knows. i wonder what my threshold is. are the seizures coming? it's graying out. good bye, prism.
when everything is equalized, when no one event could spark any more interest than that taken in watching grass grow, are you absent then? no ups or downs, we're balanced. haha, right.
inner narrative. personal narration of one's mindinside.
a continuation? i suppose there are a lot of people who worry
about waking up and thinking in an entirely
alien manner
soul swapping, in essence
i'm not worried. were that to happen, well, it wouldn't bother me much.
i'm certain it has happened, but old parts are still partially intact
to fully comprehend a movement
before it occurs.. oh,
oh ho ho
what wonderfully
farcical
confabulations you're able to create, friend. the shattered mind. is the artist?
no no
sometimes structure entertains people
but certain ones are no longer able
to extract pleasure from the realistic,
nothing with skeletons
they're very passionate, yes
and very stupid as well
quite stupid
you've got to work with whatever you have
no confabulating.
face value
please
I have read your entire portfolio
I am astounded and amazed at your words...such passion does not wane, with its conviction, Your poetry does not deteriorate with age, or become less justified. To be true, your talent dwarfs my own. You are one of best young poets I’ve read in such a long time…
stay safe
be happy
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
This is a kind statement
But here I am now, post-college bound -- reflecting back -- I just don't see the appeal. I just don't understand why I wrote these things. Perhaps I did wake up thinking in an entirely alien manner one day. Six years isn't even that long, all in all. What bizarre creation conjured up THOSE thoughts?
Thank you for the compliments, friend. Don't put yourself down. Keep on keepin' on, keep on truckin', keep on writin', et cetera ad infinitum.
---Lindsay