27 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 27 – Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.


The Poem I’d Never Write

that poem

(I tried, I honestly did… but nothing came out…)


Update from the void


…because why the fuck not. I need to get my creativity back on track somehow, so might as well try forcing it by doing a 30 day poetry challenge which I copied from here:

  1. Day 1 – Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.
  2. Day 2 – Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.
  3. Day 3 – Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.
  4. Day 4 – Write a haiku. They’re often about nature, but yours can be about anything.
  5. Day 5 – Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.
  6. Day 6 – Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.
  7. Day 7 – Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.
  8. Day 8 – Write a cinquain on a topic of your choice.
  9. Day 9 – Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.
  10. Day 10 – Pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it.
  11. Day 11 – Write a list poem.
  12. Day 12 – Tell your life story in 6 words.
  13. Day 13 – Write a short poem that a child would like.
  14. Day 14 – Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.
  15. Day 15 – Post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason).
  16. Day 16 – Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.
  17. Day 17 – Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.
  18. Day 18 – Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.
  19. Day 19 – Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.
  20. Day 20 – Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.
  21. Day 21 – Choose one of the poems you’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. You could rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!
  22. Day 22 – What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.
  23. Day 23 – Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).
  24. Day 24 – Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild!
  25. Day 25 – Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.
  26. Day 26 – Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cut-out poem.
  27. Day 27 – Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.
  28. Day 28 – Visit a virtual art gallery and look around until you find a piece that intrigues you. Write a poem inspired by the artwork.
  29. Day 29 – Briefly research a poetic form of your choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form.
  30. Day 30 – Write a poem employing extended metaphor to illustrate the experience of the last thirty days.

In other news, really briefly: 2017 has been a year of horrible disappointments. The Winamp prediction didn’t lie, even though I tried to find as much positive stuff in it as I could… Let’s face it, it’s been a shitty year. My back has been acting up more than ever before, although physiotherapy helps. I haven’t managed to find a job for a year now, even though I’ve come close a few times. The Handsome Gentleman did move in as I had hoped, however he also moved out very abruptly and managed to hurt me in new and inventive ways that I would not have believed of him. Oh well. I’m still looking for a job and hopefully at some point will find someone who is more worthy of my love. Until then – 30 days of (not so great) poetry ahead.

Aaaaaaand we’re back to our regular emo broadcast

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

“The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones”, Neil Gaiman


Rant on interpersonal relationships ahead, yo.

I’m not sure why this is but every time I meet someone amazing, there’s always a catch. Other people seem to manage with far less drama (at least it doesn’t show on the outside) but in my case there’s always a certain amount of ‘well, fuck’ involved. Unfortunately, the more awesome that new person seems, the larger that particular showstopper is…

Goth Boy is a wonderful, smart, polite, attractive, sexy dude and we’re so alike in many ways that we began to call each other ‘clones’ pretty soon after we met online. We’ve also spent time together face to face which was filled to the brim with laughter and adventures of the sexy persuasion that were frankly amazing for both of us. However, he’s not in the same country as I am (AGAIN!) and… well, my position in his life could probably best be described with the word ‘lover’, as certain feelings are (were?) involved on both sides, though we always carefully tiptoe(d) around talking about them directly. There are other, more specific obstacles between us, which I’m not going to describe in detail but the general point is that I’m afraid this isn’t working out and it makes me really sad.

It’s much easier to let go of someone who isn’t treating you well than a person who is pretty much damn near perfect in every regard (and apparently thinks quite the same about you) but the trouble is that you simply cannot fit into each other’s lives at the moment. And nobody knows if a better time will ever come… it probably won’t anyway.

Right now I’ve been giving him time to sort his life out a bit, since there’s quite a lot on his plate and on the rational level I can understand that. However, I am getting tired of being reasonable and accommodating and undemanding. I don’t really like to pretend that I have the patience of a brick when I’m actually unhappy on the inside due to acute lack of attention. Although I really want to see him again and do all the fun things we can think of (and we both have extremely vivid imagination), I don’t think I can wait for as long as it may take him to get his shit together.

Real estate is not what it’s cracked up to be

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

Alexander Pope


Why is it always so that just when you’re getting your life in order, someone politely taps you on your shoulder and when you turn your head to see who it is, they slyly piss on your foot while you’re looking the other way?

Long story short, the neighbours (or at least one neighbour, who may or may not have tried to set the others against me) of my hometown flat are suddenly extremely pissed off at me that I still don’t live in my apartment nor renovate it and sent me a rude and threatening e-mail. I’m pretty sure this has to do with a certain news article that stirred passions around here a few weeks ago, as to my knowledge nobody gave a damn until now. Since several people there have my phone number, I stupidly assumed that someone would, you know, give me a call if something was bothering them. Apparently I was gravely mistaken and instead received an e-mail under which all the people in the house had ‘signed’ and which demanded that I immediately take action regarding the apartment. Else they’ll sue me and maybe even force me to sell it against my will because they are convinced that my carelessness will cause the house to fall to pieces.

What the fuck, people? What happened to saying ‘yo, there’s an issue, what are you going to do about it?’ first, like normal grown-ups do? My apartment is insulated well enough so that the temperature does not drop below 0 in any weather and there is absolutely no water usage there, which means no moisture either. Every time I’ve been there it’s been as dry as in a pyramid, for fuck’s sake. And as for the heating – Jesus Christ on a tricycle, people! – it’s March! Where were you in November, or even January?


Apparently there have been no meetings of the apartment owners’ association – or so I was told – but amazingly they all decided to contact me all at once, channeling their thoughts through this one individual. If it turns out that I was lied to and there actually have been meetings in the past few years or so, I will be extremely miffed, as that would mean I have all the obligations but no rights, since I have not been informed of any such gatherings at all.

When I replied to that e-mail and asked why was I being threatened with court from square one, the response was ‘this is not a threat, this is a warning!’ Well, I don’t know – statements that end in ‘…OR ELSE!!!’ pretty much classify as threats in my book. I am yet to receive a reply to my last e-mail in which I explained why this sort of approach is not very profitable if the goal is to find a solution to the problem and wanted to know what it exactly is that they want me to do then, as this was not pointed out neither before nor after the ‘warning’. Unfortunately I only have this one person’s e-mail address but I asked her to share my latest response with the whole house. I’ll wait for a while and then I’ll probably call my next door neighbour and ask about his point of view on the matter.

Yes, RDN – if you’re reading this you’re welcome to happily go ‘I TOLD YOU SO’ all over the place.

Oh well. I was planning to sell my car and use the $$$ as a down-payment for a new one but it seems that I’m going to have to use it for renovation purposes instead and learn to live without four wheels again for a while. To be honest, I can’t carry on like this forever – owning two flats I can’t live in and paying rent for the third, so maybe this was a kick I sort of needed… but there are the friendlier kind of kicks and then there are kicks in the teeth.

Well, my New Year’s Winamp prediction *did* describe my relations with neighbours this year with ‘Count to 6 and Die’. *le sigh*

And for some reason I’ve been playing this song over and over and over tonight:

They say that I’m a clown
making too much dirty sound
they say there is no place
for little monkey in this town
nobody like to be
in my place instead of me
’cause nobody go crazy
when I banging on my boogie

Wishful thinking

“All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need… fantasies to make life bearable.”


“Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—”


“So we can believe the big ones?”


“They’re not the same at all!”


“Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what’s the point—”


“Hogfather”, Terry Pratchett


When you wish for something to happen so hard that you’re willing to go great lengths to achieve it and you finally get it, you may learn that it is not what you were hoping for in the first place. It’s even worse when you discover that it is exactly what you asked for but very far from what you wanted. I am pretty certain that there’s this bunch of genies who are always on the verge of dying of boredom and therefore try to pick up any wishes in the ether they can get their hands on, just to make someone’s life miserable – and therefore entertaining – by fulfilling those wishes to the letter, only with a horrible twist.

Having fantasies is extremely important (and by this I don’t mean the kind that will get you off, although those are nice as well). Their purpose is exactly what the quote above says – “to be human”. The older you become, the more boring your everyday life tends to get and this is where the brain can kick in and help you cope with the mindnumbing dullness of routine in order to avoid you becoming this bitter aging person that gets on everyone else’s nerves.

Every social construct is, when you get right down to it, a fantasy. They are simply shared by a significant number of people and are therefore considered The Truth. A million flies on cowpats can’t be wrong, right? Doesn’t necessarily have to be a cowpat, other animals poop as well to the flies’ great delight (and different cultures have different fantasies), but the general principle remains the same.

I don’t understand people who say they have no imagination. I’m sure they do but it’s somewhere very deep down and they just don’t want to let it out because that would be silly or improper or childish. Mine, on the other hand, is more vivid than I would care for at times… Yet again it seems that I may have imagined something that drew me to a person in the first place, as it looks like these features have been washed off as time went by and now I don’t even know if they were ever there to begin with. I don’t know what to believe any more and reality seems to be harsher than I would prefer.

The moment you try to squeeze a fantasy into everyday life without making the necessary adjustments in your mindset first is the moment when things start going downhill. It’s like trying to push a square peg in a round hole – if you try really hard, you will probably manage it but is it worth the trouble and broken fingernails?