... some forked background to my poem there
he feels himself so l o n e l y
he send her a videolink
of a couple dancing
she had not known
he was this much banal,
4 decades of being married
with the wrong one, she said,
who was so stubborn believing to be the right one
so trustful and stuck
in his believing
in his being
The Only Right-(full-Owner) -one,
and now he 's eating Depression Pills
and saying he feels himself so L O N E L Y
after doing always e v e r y t h i n g with her
( - She was E V E R YT H I N G to him ! ! ! - )
e v e r y t h i n g,
and The Mother called Her,
The Mother called Her and Said, girl -
be kind to this boy.
He does not deserve this.
He S U F F E R S
What could She do to end his sufferings ?
He already had had 40 Years of Rotten Marriage
with a horrible, horrible insane woman,
who had lied to him all these years
he told her, when kicked her out of His House,
and NOW he feels himself LONELY ?
She shook her head, in her head
she shook her head in her head she shook her head
did a little Google search
and reversed him
and his undeletable wrong songs
and send him a link to the local dancing school
for clumsy beginners.
was originally written 15.07.2016 15:45 and published in Writer by © 2016 Tiina Hölli 19.07.2016 22:00
Of course this poem is based on a real life true story, of course - like all my poems are. In fact whose poems wouldn't be ? " They " say ( never really grasped who they are but they seem to have a lot to say and continuously already for years everybody seems to be all the time talking about " them " where ever I travel ) - they say that all the stories are already told, they say, so they have made all these stories real by telling them in real life and that's why all stories nowadays are based on reality.
Except of course The Legend of My L o v e 's Story, which is an amazing yet untold tale ( incredible ? yes, but this is actually completely true ), and this tale will be told over and over again and again and again and shared in shere bliss in all future gatherings on this Earth ( and in a couple of parallel universes ) as The Most Powerful Poem for the powwow-people of all nations.
So firstly, swirling back in time all the way to this one (time) [ add own audio SFX ], what was it ? the story, the story behind the diverse happenings circling that memorable moment in time, when I decided to type and publish on my website a series of poems, that I had been writing and editing during the previous week - and - then again - what was the specific singular background behind that general background - first the intriguing reason for starting my fruitful creative writing session in the first place before those said happenings during the writing and editing process ( not to mention that glorious transcribing period ) - all this while giving birth to for example this literary masterpiece we have here there everywhere ?
The story behind the story. There always is one. In fact, there are always several stories behind each story, so that's why writing stories is categorized belonging into networking business. ( Or it should be. )
So at first I was quite innocently just writing these poems. Many, and good ones. This occured last week. It was a beautiful period in my life. I was really creative and active and developing something good. In me. Then I started to edit them poems, and I loved it. Too. Editing. So ... There was one very fine incident that triggered me to write this particular series of poems in the first place. It has much to do with my dear friend and colleague, artist and tutor Susan Eves, UK. It so happened, that I happened to randomly spill out this sentence to her :
" Li is challenging all intellect conversating, but hey -
And then I said :
" spooky ....
And then I said :
" thats us "
And then Sue said :
" Yeah....but love worms its way through...eh. "
[ ... oh how I love her for saying things like this. She is really something. ]
Then I said :
" Sue I really needed that - you donno how relieved I am ( or why ) but I think I am going to write and post tomorrow somting about that so I am going to mention you probably as my inspiration I am now thinking
At the same time ... elsewhere :
You cannot believe what salad story behind all these my contemporary creative writing sessions was simultaneously going on all around in the world. Some clues can be found here and here and here and pretty much everywhere nowadays. This is going on and it is 2016. Not 1016. in fact - - W O T is going on ? ? I am following in complete astonishment these contemporary performances, as most of you are too, and all you are probably also as involuntarily in the middle of all this as I am, too, now do we want this ? to be like this ? did we ask for this ? show me the order formula, I cannot remember the day I ordered this ? I must have been deeply sleepi-walking ? ... so not much yet to say about this. Or do you have some more to say about this than what I have already commented here - quoting myself :
" Vituttaa suoraan sanottua ihan saatanasti tämä maailmanmeno
One of my informers put it this way :
" Turkin tilanne on kamala, tämä pallo on muutenkin todella sekaisin. "
So yes, as I was saying - I do not know anything about anything and I never did, but this is getting ridiculous I am so out of the map that my previous life seems highly organized and uttermost controlled with 100 % accurate weather forecasts, a totally successful career plan and a perfect snailfree herb garden. I really don't know what to do what to say where to look and I feel like an idiot not knowing even how to exist - being has always been one of my interests but now I am talking about mere existing - how can we even exist in this mess ?
The fact is, that one enhances what one objects,
and I prefer making a fuss about issues that I love -
... so ...
after my previous already quite strict Quality Standards I am even further now
giving myself an immediate Positive Reality Check Red Alert on Highest Level
about all I enhance, all I participate in, and all I do or make.
I think this is a good policy whenever.
Next episode :
What happened after I published this poem
on Friday 29.07.2015 in beBee Publisher ?
Wonderful things happened - the poem got praise. This is of course rare to anybody. Copy-Pasting it here right now 30.07.2016 - just a minute ...
Am back. Adding 31.07.2016 01:51 honey : So ... yes what really happened there yesterday? Just before and / or also simultaneously as I published my poem there there in my beBee Publisher -blog, I was having a conversation with two gentlemen in beBee in Henri Galvão 's blog post called " What is (not) art (and the challenges of marketing it)? " and I was there saying things like :
" art is not art, if it is not free. Unfree things are artificial. Basicly the question is to choose whether to be artificial or free. Benefactors confront exactly the same problematic. To be artificial ( controlled, brainwashed, conditioned, programmed, directed, captured, dungeoned, institutionalized, ... ) or free choosing and independent benefactor = as somebody who is in charge of his/hers own style, appreciation, class, high ethics and estetics, brain waves and decisions. "
( yes I know I am idealistic oh well what can I do ) ( besides so what )
Then Henri said to me about my comments in his blog post :
" Some nice food for thought there, Tinna. I love your spiritual view on art, and that's exactly what I want to explore next week. "
[ I am guessing that by this he probably did not exactly mean that he wants to explore my individual spiritual view on art next week, but I learnt in life that one can never tell for sure what is happening around here so be my guest : ) Although because of his words I might remember to go to beBee next week and check his posts somewhat more enthusiastically than usually ]
After that, in that thread, I wrote to Gerry about conflicts in general - it was triggered by Gerald Hecht taking a stand on something that was in the air that night in beBee - I told about my view on conflicts like this :
Conflicts usually are based on misunderstandings.
Conflicts can also be based on mutual understanding
about too small food supplies.
Tiina Hölli on July 29th, 2016
Gerald Hecht is also a blogger in beBee and became a like-minded voice as we shared a mutual interest in the independent singer-songwriter -career of his cousin Liat ( multi-instrumentalist Liat Arochas ), and especially in Liat's song " Saddle up " ( soon found in my i like - collection too, I can already promise this ). Gerald Hecht is Behavioral Neuropharmacologist and Professor of Psychology in Baton Rouge, Lousiana, USA.
And then Gerald said to me about my poem there -post in my beBee blog and about my words about conflicts :
" @Tiina Holli yes. You are a genius with words; which you also use more efficiently than anyone I know "
And I said to him :
... to be continued ...
was originally written and published in A I R B O R N E by © 2016 Tiina Hölli 20.07.2016 21:17
PS. I have absolutely N O idea why weebly dated this post 19.07.2016
but am cool with it whatever
... you did not really think I would actually reveal somting about that poem per se now did you ... ?