What do I think do you think? This is a poem. It means what it says. It doesn't mean what it says. What do I think I mean do you think you mean? Is the word a key or a lock? Is there meaning in silence? Is the word the meaning? Is there meaning? Is a rock a rock when it's a word? If you kick that rock is it there? Does space between words mean anything do you think? Is a shape a cow because we call it a cow? I mean do you think that A equals B like B equals A because A and B mean the same I think? What do I mean you mean I think? Do you think there are spaces between words when we speak? I mean do we speak the same language when we write do you think? I mean what I say. I mean what I don't say. What is the mean do you mean I think? Is meaning an average between silence and sound? Do questions have meaning like statements I mean? Are all the words included when we mean what we say? What can be said? What can be unsaid? I mean my cat sniffs my finger when I point to her food. What do you think she thinks I mean? What do you think I mean? I don't understand the meaning of what you think I think I mean. I think I mean do you think? Yes or No? But only if you mean it.
(Summer 1990)
Monday, October 01, 2007
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damn this poem is hot my man. i often think that i am the only one that knows with i mean, you know what i mean?! lol.
but for real, this poem is for real, for real. thanks you.
thanks
I'm intrigued by your label, Summer 1990. (The poem is intriguing, but a bit more than I can handle on a Sunday night. :)
Do you keep notebooks and retype the poem? Do you revise when you do? Have you retyped them into word over time and now just cut and paste? How often do you look back at your writing? (It just occurred to me that 1990 was 17 years ago and that brought be up short because I don't think I could find any of my own writing from 17 years ago.)
Anyway, just curious.
for whatever reason, I think of one of them. I typed them up years ago, so I cut and paste. but some thing caused me to think of it, so I pulled it up. I don't read over what I wrote; I just have a memory whcih won't let go. I guess because I spent time on them years ago.
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