Reading majic's journal

Oh my gawd, I'm turning into an english geek. My newly favorite website has become dictionary.com. I don't know how it happened, or just where it began. But I can assure you that it's true. I find myself strolling by dictionary.com to look up words that I already know I can spell... Hmmm. I think I need to seek the help of a professional here. What do you think?

So over the last week or so I've been tapping the creative vein for new and creative works. Not sure of my success so far but I am sure of one thing. I have found a love affair. This love affair is with poetry. I'm sure my wife won't mind. I've mentioned to her on at least three occasions that my notepad and I have been having sort of a thing together. She mentions that I should not stop writing and to try to get something published. I don't know how to do that though. So I am sure these late night rendezvous with my notepad are not bothering her.

With that said I've been sticking to my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson for a fair amount of inspiration. I'm totally fascinated by her. Her poetry is deep and sometimes I don't even understand the concepts she's trying to convey. And to tell you the truth I think it's a bit tragic her situation. A biography can be found here. By her late 30's she was withdrawing from her family, friends and such. At one point people that wanted to communicate with her had to do it while she was behind a closed door. It must be a very tragic thing indeed for a person to have such an anxiety disorder that you cannot even face another human being. I sympathize with her because I myself do not like large crowds and steer myself clear of them. I'm not as bad as she was but I do find myself being alone. I favor solitude, maybe because I don't have to deal with my insecurities around others. I think it would be nice to have large groups of friends but honestly I've never found many people I really wanted to be friends with or rather wanted to be friends with me. Maybe I'm not looking in the right places or maybe I come across as a bit odd.

So the thing is here we have a guy who is in the US ARMY who likes poetry. How does that measure up in the macho/brawn/masculine society of ours? I think it's all a bit too weird for even me, if you measure it with a 21st century measuring stick. If I may remove myself from myself and look at myself from without I'd find that a guy liking poetry is a bit odd indeed. But to tell you the truth, even I have not taken pleasure in the likes of what society says is right. I find myself liking the exact opposite of what society deems I should like. Call me crazy...

So the thing is here we have a guy who is in the US ARMY who likes poetry. How does that measure up in the macho/brawn/masculine society of ours?

Between the two of us, most chicks dig softies. :-P
Seriously, if you enjoy writing and your poems are only half-decent (and I must say that even mostly un-romantic me thinks they're pretty good), go ahead! Screw those Army stereotypes, you won't spend your entire life with that club.

"*sigh* Some men are really hard to manipulate!" - Orchid

So the thing is here we have a guy who is in the US ARMY who likes poetry. How does that measure up in the macho/brawn/masculine society of ours?

Screw the macho/brawn/masculine stereotype that "society" prefers. Just be yourself, there is no shame in that, at least I don't think so. I think your poetry is very well written. I enjoy your work and look forward to reading more.

p.s. I know plenty of guys who enjoy poetry. I'm even engaged to one. :)

-andie

"Stop the world! I wanna get off!"

This post was edited by snookiebrat on Jan 09, 2004.

Oh my gawd, I'm turning into an english geek. My newly favorite website has become dictionary.com. I don't know how it happened, or just where it began.

I think I know where it began. Your post number 17156.

http://netalive.org/topics/17156

:)

NI