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Published: 2003-01-20 05:30:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 966; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 81
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___________________________Sometimes, I just pray
for another attack.
Bombs, planes, boxcutters.
I don\'t care how.
I just pray
for something
horrible.
I do it because
I really just want
everyone to hold hands,
and to be able to cry
together.
That\'s not a bad thing.
It\'s really not.
(she wasn\'t sure
why she decided not to.)
___________________________
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Out of evil comes light? I agree, but concentrate on construction, not decemation. The world is killing itself so why pray for the end? Keep living a while longer and convince people through positive means, not a quick but short-lived tragedy (911 anyone?). I'm not saying that you should become the efervescent chearleader, but change the world for the better by doing something good. Anyway, liked the poem but the message I don't quite agree with.
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Kind of like communism.
It's the worst situation, with the ultimately wonderful intentions.
It's what makes me sick about human nature, most time the only thing that will bring us together is tragedy.
Tragedy is what keeps us alive. It makes us feel the zest we need for what we do every day, live. Sometimes I wish for world peace, but then I think...would we appreciate it or treat it with as much care as we do now?
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in an ironic denial of my inarticulate-ness, id like to say a)i love this and b)there are so many layers to this im just awed. what stood out to me was how the self-negation echoed with tragedy in general and death in particular, but now im just rambling so ill shut up and say +thank you+
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I hate it when I go in intending to comment, yet I come out with nothing to say.
It's good.
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Wow. I can't help but feeling the same at times... all that tragedy and loss. The emotions that welled up in the hearts of all of us, that brief sense of unity it gave us. That short flash of compassion we had for our fellow man. How living life to its fullest suddenly replaced the drowsy hypnotic state that the media has put us under.
If only it could have lasted...
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I started reading your poems just a minute ago.. and the first one.. the one posted after this (above) I thought.. this will be hard to say something about because they seem very personal. And well I'm not a great judge of poetry (I hardy read any). But when I read this I really got the feeling I understood what you were trying to say. Perhaps we all suffer in these times of war and injustice (
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awesome peice, it's really great how well the image corresponds to the text. the strike though words were a splendid idea. brilliant. +fav for you.
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love the strikethrough. i love the feel.
somethign about the last parentheical statement that i dont know baout.
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this is great. it keys in on the self-censoring that i think nearly all of us went through afterwards. deep down inside, we all wanted to see it again, because it was so amazing, unimaginable, and beautiful. i guess its kind of like those stories you hear about people who climb everest; once they've done it the first time, they keep trying to do it again and again (like Brian Blessed).
the strikeout through your words echoes the strikeout that's gone through our thoughts. we're addicted to tragedy, but now our addiction has a danger to it. we've gotten the biggest fix, and now, on the comedown, we're scared. what if there are no more fixes like this one? worse yet, what if there are?
i'm sort of wandering into social commentary here based on your piece, which means i like it. a lot. thanks for writing it.
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Pertfect... It's like a trap, from which you can only free by destruction, including destruction of yourself. Life againts our nature, life forever. We will never do it by ourselfs, but we can always pray... Perfect hypocrisy.
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i read this yesterday morning before work, i liked it-no big deal- i always enjoy your works.
later i noticed at work parts of this work kept jumping to mind, the structure with the strikethroughs, the message, and quotes popping on my brain.. THAT is how a person knows that they have missed clicking a fave- i came back to right the situation with a and the quote that stuck with me:
I really just want
everyone to hold hands,
and to be able to cry
together.
excellent..
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This is awesome, what a whole lot of people (including me) are thinking
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This is one of the best representations of the process (or anti-process, as it may be) of apathy that I have ever seen and read -- incredibly worked out, here -- I love how you configure thought and agency under delineated erasure.
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cool poem but i am so jealous of your pics you put with your poems, they are so cool and go very well with the poems. good job!!! ^_^
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its so crazy sounding at first, but i didn't want to believe it when i realised that's incredibly logical thinking. but then she decided not to... i actually love it. +favs
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Sometimes it's the bad that brings out the good, I guess? No, that's not what I wanted to say. Anyway, this is a great poem. As you can see, it pretty much left me speechless. It's one of those topics that are hard to put into words, but I guess you did that flawlessly. Great stuff.
-Voytek
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great piece- the strikethru spoke as loudly as the words-
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Love this. Short, sweet and to the point. Great job.
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i really like this. it has a strong message. good job.
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ahhh, the crossed out lines are ingenious. almost as ingenious as the message. ive been doing a bit of that sort of wondering, since its MLKJr day... how human is only ever admirable when miserable.
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i once thought it would be an amazing idea to create a jenga set where you play with two sets, painted like american flags, and when they fell it would be like the towers falling... Am i crazy to think this idea wouldn't work in ten years?
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The move to strike a line through the ways in which one reads the poem
is great.
Over my head
-doomit
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This eager intellegence is why I watch your every move.
I loved it.
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Sometimes nobody gives a fuck until tragedy happens.
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Why do I like this....the screen shot and the poem just fits so damn well. It reminds me of indecisive I am. And submitting something with words crossed out. that's an artist statement. Also crossing things out is saying "she thought of these things, but doesn't want to admit it."
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Well fuck. The poem I wrote in my head and never put down. +fav.
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