Poetic Canvasses
The human mind, is probably one of the most fascinating aspects of existence. If there was ever a grand purpose, or a reason for my existence, it would probably be to understand myself and my mind. The egoistical, lame, humourous, delusional, intellectual, childish, crazy aspects that I have assigned to myself - probably due to a complex need to analyse out each and every thing or deluded myself to believing I am more complex a person than I really am - and the confusion that is a result of every thought and action in the mundaneness of life can only truly be expressed in poetry. Prose just does not do justice to the myriad thoughts of the mind.
Most of my poems were created out of a desire to write something, not an innate desire to express my deepest...
However, as time progresses, I seem to drift towards a bank where poetry or a desire to write emerges due to a compulsion to express myself.
Personally, I believe, (or rather I have more or less convinced myself that i do probably due to desire to want to believe) that poetry is not meant to be shared / published. Shown to a select like-minded mortals who can acknowledge your efforts, understand your mind or for vain vaunting to few, poetry that one writes about oneself is not meant to be dissected and understood the way textbooks undertake a gross travesty of the poet's talent.
But then, I really do not know why I intend to post all my poems that I could scavenge on a blog, (for storage, maudlin sentiment, memories, or for vain display and a serious want for attention?), I cannot judge...
In the next few weeks, I will be posting select poems that I am/was personally proud of when I wrote them. Those that I considered worthy of preserving atleast.
Pardon the grammar, the repetitive sentences, the rather obvious ambiguity (or a desire to be ambiguos) and confusion in all my posts in prose. Some poems do have the same style of writing, but presented in a better manner.
Also, upcoming is a profile that I had built on orkut, something which I was for some reason fond of. Although my orkut account was deleted by me in a fit of passion, I have preserved the profile. Will be posting that too... and a detailed description of all my sub-personae.
Truly confused,
Siddarth Raman
Most of my poems were created out of a desire to write something, not an innate desire to express my deepest...
However, as time progresses, I seem to drift towards a bank where poetry or a desire to write emerges due to a compulsion to express myself.
Personally, I believe, (or rather I have more or less convinced myself that i do probably due to desire to want to believe) that poetry is not meant to be shared / published. Shown to a select like-minded mortals who can acknowledge your efforts, understand your mind or for vain vaunting to few, poetry that one writes about oneself is not meant to be dissected and understood the way textbooks undertake a gross travesty of the poet's talent.
But then, I really do not know why I intend to post all my poems that I could scavenge on a blog, (for storage, maudlin sentiment, memories, or for vain display and a serious want for attention?), I cannot judge...
In the next few weeks, I will be posting select poems that I am/was personally proud of when I wrote them. Those that I considered worthy of preserving atleast.
Pardon the grammar, the repetitive sentences, the rather obvious ambiguity (or a desire to be ambiguos) and confusion in all my posts in prose. Some poems do have the same style of writing, but presented in a better manner.
Also, upcoming is a profile that I had built on orkut, something which I was for some reason fond of. Although my orkut account was deleted by me in a fit of passion, I have preserved the profile. Will be posting that too... and a detailed description of all my sub-personae.
Truly confused,
Siddarth Raman
posted by Thriddas Anorak at 11:21 pm
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