fragility, fickleness, fucking brittleness
time and space
fucking for alliteration’s sake
the words and the meaning
undefined
even to the one who writes them
we are empty vessels
slaves
to
the words and the meaning
ignorant of their origins
or depth
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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April 8, 2009 at 12:51 pm
mariana
have you just read my blog? or is it a coincidence?
April 8, 2009 at 6:27 pm
me2watson
I love the words you used to name your site!
It sorta reminds me of this other lady’s place
I visited, The Muse Asylum, but she doesn’t talk back.
Actually, I had seen that Mariana had visited you this morning.
Hello there! Uncle Tree here.
Didn’t some Chinese guy say,
“Blessed is the man who say’s what he means,
and means what he says?
I don’t mean to be mean here, but
ignorant sounded very familiar.
April 8, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Paul
It’s a fascinating poem and I read your comment at Mariana’s too. The words do create a self separate from us but not completely independent of the mind behind the language. They are a kind of projection. You are visible beneath them. There is a major debate being played out on this theme at the high end of intellectual poetics, one side asserts that language can only discuss language, the other (to which I belong) says that if that is true there is no point to language and it would not have evolved. I rarely feel like an empty vessel but enjoy those odd moments when I do.
April 8, 2009 at 8:51 pm
medicatedlady
I took a class in language theory about a year ago so I familiar with the academic negotiations of language. Empty vessel in this sense only means our brains and hands move to the will of the words. It is a compulsive act in order to get to the deep magma and unformed meaning with no words & our task to channel the magma & dance with it before it destroys us. Language is meaning. Languages evolve becaue meanings do. Language can confine one to a bathroom stall existence or create another more honest version of you.
April 8, 2009 at 9:01 pm
medicatedlady
m2Watson–I respond back to all the good blog readers. The title of my blog was created by bryan or poeticgrin. Thanks for the comments. I was really writing about those pieces in which we as writers don’t know where it’s going or what the next word will be.
April 8, 2009 at 10:12 pm
bindo
Yep
April 9, 2009 at 1:11 am
mariana
Paul, I could not agree more with your explanation :”The words do create a self separate from us but not completely independent of the mind behind the language completely independent of the mind behind the language. They are a kind of projection. You are visible beneath them. “
April 9, 2009 at 3:53 am
me2watson
I’m sorry, Mi’Lady, I could have worded that better.
By familiar, I meant my family, but personally,
I have no trouble wearing the label of ignorance.
There are times when it’s better to just look away.
I woke up bemoaning the loss of ancient languages.
Do they retire one word at a time, you think?
Or is it as it looks, coming down to one remaining speaker?
I was once part of a group who attempted to make a glossary
of spiritual terms. Definitions are not at all agreeable
when there are 20 cooks in the kitchen at the same time.
My mind may be a tool that rules and controls possibilities,
but I’d rather believe that a whole ‘nother part of me makes
the choice, and then some other part makes the final decision.
Nice to meet you! Uncle Tree
April 9, 2009 at 5:16 am
mariana
MedicatedLady: You say that language evolves cause meanings evolve. Well I do not know if you know dan dennet that invented the idea of memes (ideas or beliefs) in his book the selfish gene, and after that studied how memes spread through society (he belives is darwin like evolution, they compete and the best survive).
Take a look at one of his talks in ted.com, if you want to.
watson: IT is wonderful to know that one does not know something and let the other’s know
I love the group that tried to make a glossary, let’s do one!
April 9, 2009 at 7:45 am
medicatedlady
Uncle Tree (cool name, btw)–Yes, that’s it exactly. It’s different parts of the whole that create writing/art…even if one part is not necessarily aware of the other parts. Again, I love your style and your flow.
Mariana–Thanks for the heads-up and intelligent conversation.
April 9, 2009 at 6:37 pm
me2watson
Brash is the word that comes to mind, Mi’Lady,
even tho I don’t yet know you all that well.
Flattery will get you everywhere
but the pharmacy. Cheerz! Doctor Watson
http://me2watson.wordpress.com/
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Dear Mariana,
The glossy ones don’t wish to argue.
Am I the one who said, “To hell with ambiguity…”?
Well…Tree was stickin’ a fib in there.
Treezilla
April 9, 2009 at 8:36 pm
medicatedlady
I seems you coming along nicely, Doctor Uncle Tree Watson. I (heart) brashness & flattery.
April 12, 2009 at 6:04 pm
poeticgrin
I read the title of this poem as Sake’ – the Japanese alcohol.
April 13, 2009 at 7:48 am
medicatedlady
That’s “saki,” silly (I know this because before my last boyfriend left the country without telling me, he taught me all about Japanese culture and that time he had too much saki and hit the strip club). But I’m actually okay with that name for this piece. I’m sure enough saki could certainly make us empty (disorderly, perhaps) vessels and slaves to the (slurring) word and (disorganized) meaning. 😉