This is a time of celebration, so sit still and be quiet.

Snyder ,'Chosen'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Pix - Oct 19, 2004 4:24:36 pm PDT #7555 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

erika, that really captures that moment. I can see how it would be perception-altering.

Yay Kristin! (share the poem, share the poem...)

t shy smile

Okay, here it is (mandatory disclaimer: this isn't my best poem, just one I felt comfortable enough to send out)...

4:55 at the therapist’s office

i am in the waiting room staring
at a framed waterfall and last month’s magazines,
pretending i don’t see the others
we don’t meet each other’s eyes here,
we pretend we don’t know how to say “hello” or
“how are you doing today”
(we know that answer already)
we pretend that we are here coincidently,
wandered in off the street accidentally
and just haven’t decided to leave yet

behind those doors we will become
abandoned children, jilted lovers
women who keep marrying their fathers
and men who want to kill them,
and when we leave, we will become teachers and lawyers
custodians, waiters, cops,
but in this waiting room we sit between two selves
pretending we are alone
in this place where we are all strangers,
even to ourselves.


Amy - Oct 19, 2004 4:29:18 pm PDT #7556 of 10001
Because books.

Kristin, that rocks.

The stanza that becomes "behind those doors" is one of the truest things I have ever read, and it leads perfectly into "where we are all strangers, even to ourselves". Which is a kick-ass way to end it.

Loving-it applause


victor infante - Oct 19, 2004 4:30:49 pm PDT #7557 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

I get the feeling it's more about getting the poets to buy the inevitable anthology than it is about talent--but I'm still happy.

What contest is it? Not all of them are as bad as all that.


Pix - Oct 19, 2004 4:31:38 pm PDT #7558 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Thanks. I'm terribly self-conscious about my poetry in a way I'm not about my prose. It's nice to get a little affirmation.

I took out the stanzas because they had in the proof they sent me, and I looked at both versions and decided I like it as one stanza instead. What do you think?


Pix - Oct 19, 2004 4:31:43 pm PDT #7559 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Polter-Cow - Oct 19, 2004 7:01:01 pm PDT #7560 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

that first line should have a lowercase i, but quick-edit won't let me.

For future reference, you can foil the quick-edit by starting your line with a dummy tag like t /i .

And that's a nice poem, Kristin. It sets up a really cool image, not so much visual but mental and situational. It's simple and to the point.


§ ita § - Oct 19, 2004 7:07:50 pm PDT #7561 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Simpler way to fool it is to put a space before the lower case i starting the line.


Pix - Oct 19, 2004 7:24:09 pm PDT #7562 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

fixed. thanks


Beverly - Oct 19, 2004 7:32:29 pm PDT #7563 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Kristin, that is a truthful poem, and one with power. Thanks for sharing it.

(Also? Coincidentally is misspelled.)


Pix - Oct 19, 2004 7:41:55 pm PDT #7564 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Bev, thanks. I just double-checked, though, and it looks like actually either spelling is considered correct.