poesy writes!
po·e·sy
Poetical works; poetry.
The art or practice of composing poems.
The inspiration involved in composing poetry.
(Middle English poesie, from Old French, from Latin posis, from Greek poisis, from poiein, to create.)
i like that last stuff, in parens, don't you? even more than the actual definition.
word origin always intrigues me and it's also somehow comforting, how almost every word has a greek root.
i always think of mr. wall, my 6th grade greek roots teacher, when i can figure out a word's meaning from it's roots. mr. wall looked like jerry garcia and he wore suede boots that laced up to his knees. i seriously thought that he wore these because he lived in the black forest (this was heidelberg middle school, heidelberg, germany. c. 1981). this seems incredibly naive now, for a 6th grader.
back to poesy:
i've used this name for some years online. my email is poesy@lycos.com, an account i've had since 1996. i'm proud of this for some reason. i think it makes me feel like i was on to something early, when in actuality, i'm a bit of a luddite. or rather, i choose to be when i want to be.
poesy because i used to fancy myself a poet. went almost all the way through an MFA in poetry even. i'm 35 now and it seems faintly ridiculous to refer to myself as a poet, so i say i used to be. like i made a career move or something.
about the lower case: okay, yes, i am lazy, but that's not why. i've just been doing it for so long online that it's natural to me. my normal correspondence -- bills, Word documents, interoffice emails -- are all in upper case and with proper punctuation. i am a bit of a stickler for that. i keep red pens around and everything.
i will admit this readily: i am a lazy writer.
most of my writing has been born out of pain and a dramatic impulse to get it out. and poetry, well, i like sparse words, i like the brevity of the form and even how it looks on the page. but let's face it, i probably wrote poetry instead of say, fiction, because it was also easier. shorter.
so. the older i get, the less i hurt -- or i roll with the punches, i don't know, maybe it's just maturity -- and the less i write. which ironically sounds like an immature reason for not writing.
but i'm going to try this thing.
it might be observations.
it might be a list of the mundane: what i ate today, what annoyed me, cool articles i read.
i really have no idea yet. and i really can't promise that i'll write every day. but i am going to try.
and there is my very first blog entry.
uh oh. now it's on.
Poetical works; poetry.
The art or practice of composing poems.
The inspiration involved in composing poetry.
(Middle English poesie, from Old French, from Latin posis, from Greek poisis, from poiein, to create.)
i like that last stuff, in parens, don't you? even more than the actual definition.
word origin always intrigues me and it's also somehow comforting, how almost every word has a greek root.
i always think of mr. wall, my 6th grade greek roots teacher, when i can figure out a word's meaning from it's roots. mr. wall looked like jerry garcia and he wore suede boots that laced up to his knees. i seriously thought that he wore these because he lived in the black forest (this was heidelberg middle school, heidelberg, germany. c. 1981). this seems incredibly naive now, for a 6th grader.
back to poesy:
i've used this name for some years online. my email is poesy@lycos.com, an account i've had since 1996. i'm proud of this for some reason. i think it makes me feel like i was on to something early, when in actuality, i'm a bit of a luddite. or rather, i choose to be when i want to be.
poesy because i used to fancy myself a poet. went almost all the way through an MFA in poetry even. i'm 35 now and it seems faintly ridiculous to refer to myself as a poet, so i say i used to be. like i made a career move or something.
about the lower case: okay, yes, i am lazy, but that's not why. i've just been doing it for so long online that it's natural to me. my normal correspondence -- bills, Word documents, interoffice emails -- are all in upper case and with proper punctuation. i am a bit of a stickler for that. i keep red pens around and everything.
i will admit this readily: i am a lazy writer.
most of my writing has been born out of pain and a dramatic impulse to get it out. and poetry, well, i like sparse words, i like the brevity of the form and even how it looks on the page. but let's face it, i probably wrote poetry instead of say, fiction, because it was also easier. shorter.
so. the older i get, the less i hurt -- or i roll with the punches, i don't know, maybe it's just maturity -- and the less i write. which ironically sounds like an immature reason for not writing.
but i'm going to try this thing.
it might be observations.
it might be a list of the mundane: what i ate today, what annoyed me, cool articles i read.
i really have no idea yet. and i really can't promise that i'll write every day. but i am going to try.
and there is my very first blog entry.
uh oh. now it's on.
posted by poesy at 10:46 AM
2 Comments:
every word has a greek root, huh? i bet you use windex on your pimples, too. ;) just kidding, lovely "trixey"!
hindsight’s a funny thing. not in the way that you see solutions to errors of the past more clearly. that's logical. but what takes a greater leap of faith is believing that looking backwards is a great way to move forward. maybe i'm just basing all of this mumbo jumbo on fumes from those back to the future movies. (if anyone cares: one and three were great; two not so much. but i digress.) what i've learned all these years when looking back is that the best friends i ever had shot from a pea. i don't think a group of friends can truly even know how closely knit they were until looking backwards. because when you're living it in real time, you're simply too busy, well, living it. everything was a balancing act. friendship and romance. crushes and loves. youth and maturity. pros and cons. gives and takes. blacks and whites. work and play. all just ingredients in a soup that tried to balance the now with what was to become. and now as i look back and know what's become of me, i remember the group that is no more. three guys. three girls. eclectic trinities the likes of which have never been seen except in the intergalactic characters of a star trek episode. the trinities splintered off into sub groups, new groups, distant groups until the clock struck into the future and placed everyone firmly into the past. but somewhere along the way, the DC MELTing pot morphed into the genesis of my heart and soul. it’s a funny thing.
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