tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post4491707158885782924..comments2024-03-18T20:41:39.140-07:00Comments on C. E. Chaffin's Blog: Weeping and the Glass GiraffeC. E. Chaffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-73050748923181555572008-01-12T09:53:00.000-08:002008-01-12T09:53:00.000-08:00And sometimes you have to quit deluding yourself a...And sometimes you have to quit deluding yourself and accept failure for what it is .. a message to move on to something else. <BR/><BR/>-blue<BR/><BR/>Maybe playwriting or oil painting. <BR/><BR/>Weapons systems design? Nah, I've done that already.Beau Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01570982615331590643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-81795165171658856072008-01-09T12:13:00.000-08:002008-01-09T12:13:00.000-08:00Beau, I am trying to accommodate you with the nece...Beau, I am trying to accommodate you with the necessary files but have failed so far due to technical difficulties.<BR/><BR/>Another thing: Just because your cafe is not as popular as you envisioned, it is a great boon to those who enjoy it, like myself. I will be honored to be included when I get the necessary files together and likely mailed to you on a CD. Sometimes we must re-define success as contentment with what we've done well, even if no one notices. Just remember how unpopular poetry in general is, and how few read it except poets. You have done something new; you deserve some props.<BR/><BR/>I have suffered from severe arthritis in my lower spine (scoliosis) most of my life and appreciate the pain of that, though it doesn't compare to depression for me. Depression is my chief horror.<BR/><BR/>Merelyme--thanks for your praise, it means a great deal to me.C. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-3096895214418207632008-01-06T17:13:00.000-08:002008-01-06T17:13:00.000-08:00you leave nothing to the imagination...i can defin...you leave nothing to the imagination...i can definitely feel this with you. the poem is just...amazing. glass giraffe...yeah...that is...perfect. i am feeling on the brink of my own depression and wondering why it is coming again. maybe i should just accept...slow down...be a tree...be still.Synchronicityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07631238942909923311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-31086942361993542712008-01-05T16:57:00.000-08:002008-01-05T16:57:00.000-08:00"there are some ways to achieve depression without..."there are some ways to achieve depression without being born into the disease"<BR/><BR/>I'll say! It's easy to achieve depression. Maybe not in your league, CE, but still, it's easy.<BR/> <BR/>Take poetry zines and publications. Did you know that 99.9% of poetry zines and publications submission pages have no way of dealing with what I call poetry? Not even an attempt to accommodate any but ink-bound writers. Same thing with all the lit prize venues. Even the "animated" poetry crowd thinks 'animated poetry' is text swimming around on an internet page. Talk about depressing.<BR/><BR/>So you're depressed for chemical reasons. I'm down 'cause there's no place on the planet that'll recognize what I do as poetry. At least with the chemical imbalance, you can search for remedies and potions and happy pills (booze, mota, etc.). With being completely out of step with the art form, there IS no remedy. Except to abandon the effort and return to ink on paper. Which won't really end my depression. In fact, it'll make it worse. <BR/><BR/>So the depression is easy to acquire. What to do? Sing the blues. At least, listen to a blues horn tell me everything will be all right. Even if it is a lie, I always feel better afterward. At least until the next time I realize that, try as I might, no one cares what I do. Whether I'm dead or alive. And, after I'm gone, whether I EVER lived. Is that a 7 kilorat calamity or what? Most times I think so.<BR/><BR/>Take health. Did you know that arthritis in one's spine is at times debilitating to the point of complete helplessness? I can personally testify to the fact. It's a good thing Miles Davis made so many records. Reading your blog today told me that Miles was a fern. I never knew that before today.<BR/><BR/>You ever find soemone to take your picture, front and side? What about sound files? This is the last year for the Cafe, CE, I'm giving up at the end of this year. One more year of attempts and I'm finished. So times runnin' out. Put your depression to work (or can it all together) and send me some stuff, OK? No one but me will care if you're one of the poets to appear in the Cafe, but my caring is what's important to me. So, help me out here. OK?<BR/><BR/>-blueBeau Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01570982615331590643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-39670929243946025102008-01-03T10:05:00.000-08:002008-01-03T10:05:00.000-08:00Good suggestion, Norm, but I would hate to be reme...Good suggestion, Norm, but I would hate to be remembered for my description of the nether world. I think William Styron, in _Darkness Visible_, did the best job I can imagine. If I am really sick, I will write about it, as I did yesterday. It is therapy of a sort. But Styron's short book is a masterpiece I encourage you to read. Thanks for the encouragement, as always.C. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-657143870460775942008-01-03T01:26:00.000-08:002008-01-03T01:26:00.000-08:00Norm, are you saying "write it out" like some woul...Norm, are you saying "write it out" like some would say "ride it out"? If so, I agree...Write it out, Craig..it's your strong suit...and the best way to weather it.<BR/><BR/>PatPathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494762359928682626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-40189355920823759492008-01-02T19:02:00.000-08:002008-01-02T19:02:00.000-08:0020,000 kilorats under the sea...CE, while you're i...20,000 kilorats under the sea...<BR/><BR/>CE, while you're in the well, why not plumb it? This blog has become like reading a bathosphere's (sic?) drop to the bottom of the sea. At how many kilorats do your fingers become unable to manipulate the keyboard? Not to be morbid, but your ability to convey with prose would offer a fascinating though perhaps harrowing glimpse of inky blackness.<BR/><BR/>take care<BR/>normAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-82109445415214284362008-01-02T14:38:00.000-08:002008-01-02T14:38:00.000-08:00Happy New Year, CE!Happy New Year, CE!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com