Poem n video by Pal. Ugly types are typical; Some pretend sophisticated; Others crude, present as they are; He was crude, to the core; Hissing like snake; Spitting venom all over; Showing visual signs of; Intellectual arrogance
Ugly one
Cherish the moment
Entering ‘Writers Club’
Read a poem, ‘Love’
Author, a friend of mine
Greatly impressed
Read many more
Poems, stories
Writers of all kinds
Hesitantly I stayed on
Scribbling, expressing
Thanks for all my friends
Their encouraging reviews
I had my idol, poet
A great one, “Karen”
His writings, I adored
Dreamt, being like him
Of late, I notice
Writers are restless
Hurrying, to catch up
Reaching some peaks!
A rat race like, writings
When flowing machine like
To get those medals
Be on top, the chosen ones
Something went wrong
I saw my idol’s ugly face
Naked n unmasked
He had shot out message
“…They just want to post
A half a*s poem
And have other half
A*s poets complement them on…”
It was crude n rude shock
Watching my idol shattered
How could I have misjudged!
Him being wise, who isn’t even human!
Ugly types are typical
Some pretend sophisticated
Others crude, present as they are
He was crude, to the core
Hissing like snake
Spitting venom all over
Showing visual signs of
Intellectual arrogance
Survival of fittest
That’s law of jungle
Don’t nudge n bully
Humans all we are
Blessed you are
Don’t be petty
Don’t fritter away
Life is too precious
Pal
Poem n video by pal
46.Ugly one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbOsH0mB1hs
Poem by Pal. Translation by Maya bogdanova n video by Kamelia, Bulgaria
Yes, I agree. I had some ugly comments made on my work. But I have twice that many in good reviews...just take the bad with the good. Can't please everyone. Some are jealous and some just plain mean, but don't let it get you down. For one I like your work and I know there are others that feel the same.
Wow, nicely written. I too have meant some unpleasant individuals during my life, pretty much everywhere I go. But I have learn to deal with these ugly people and its worked until now. Wonderful write!
I am impressed. It's interesting that this is the first poem I picked to read today. I was never been able to get my s**t together again after the site crashed (lame excuse at this point, i know) but this brings me back to the reason that I wasn't sure if I even wanted to start over. It's a conflict. There is nothing as rewarding...no...necessary and rare and utterly validating...as being recognized for art. I got so much of that here, and a lot of it was genuine, I think...and when I wrote reviews I thought about the poetry, I think. But there's something to the bullshit you talk about-- the mile-a-minute readings (I got my first review on the very first piece I put up last month when I was trying to re-establish myself here, and it said "it's ok." So I impulsively thought, "OK you all can go to hell" and it's taken another month to try again), the arrogance and social hierarchies that develop, the cheapness of online profiles in general. And this website won't bring us fame or fortune (and for most of us nothing will because that isn't our priority, as artists, and we're generally poor marketers for ourselves and humble despite our arrogance, and I for one admit that I'm probably doomed to be broke and ignored forever) and it could be important to try to understand why we get into the rat-race of it all, the competition, and so on. Why do we write? Why do I write... I always thought I wrote because it healed me and helped me understand myself, and I didn't want people to see it... and it's only in the last years that I realized that I had the potential to use what I make to heal others and help them feel less like aliens. So the communication is important. And this makes it feel like there is communication going on. And I can't decide if there is or not, in the way that I can't decide if writing to someone with Myspace is "human contact." I don't know. But thatnks for the poem-- this was good. Send more-- you're really one of my favorites.
I felt the need to edit my review of this piece, after having given it a second thought after a ciggy or two and speaking with the writer. I am slightly verbose (woefully verbose) and a little arrogant (nothing little about it), so I charged off with a rather mixed review of a piece that I enjoyed reading for the manner in which it led me to think. I focused on the plastic and empty reviews, but that is not really what this was about. This was about the petty assaults on writers, turning the Cafe into some little preschool game. Those, have no place. Yes, the craven louts who would hide in their anonymity and offer such cruel and twisted words to others as they attempt to joust upon some fictitious battleground... yes, they are pathetic, crude, and well - something you would want to hate, but really now - they are simply not worth it.
A piercing truth which cuts through the layers of illusion, to the core of reality. And it is also easy to detect the air of sadness which accompanies the discovery that someone we once held in high esteem is, in fact, just a talented jerk. I think we have all exprienced that unfortunate moment.
Well done. Sorry it took me so long to get over here to read it. keep up the good work!
The form really leands to the flow of the work which makes it rather easy to read. I'm not sure I like the subject or the underlying meaning but the work is first class. I believe the pictures and images are wonderful. However I think there is more to this than meets the eye.After reading your Bio I believe I see where this is coming from. Well done.
PAL:
That's me, a friend. Socially and mentally matured. A person with positive attitude and take one thing at a time. Neither look back nor worry on future. Prefer meaningful talk with others .. more..