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Do you think this poem is EMOTIONAL or FORMAL???:

My Eternal Dilemma

My Eternal Dilemma… I think I have ADD And no one loves me. And I annoy my friends a lot. And no one loves me. And I think I’m starting to hate men.

No-one loves me! No-one loves me! guava says… As i’m sure you’ve not asked everyone, how can you know this is true?

Everyones in love these days!! Everyone except me, that’s cos no one loves me.

No-one loves me like Jesus loves me In his arms I’m happy No-one knows me like Jesus knows me No-one knows like he knows No-one loves like he loves He loves

I love my dog, because my dog is where I have hidden my love, no one loves me at all! They command me. But no one loves me!

I only do these things because

no-one loves me and my life is dull.

no one loves me’s Blurty

No one loves me like my tomato can

This is the level of philosophies, conclusions, and assumptions, such as, “No one loves me.”

Why they don’t notice me. Why I can’t tell them how I feel. Why no one loves me. And no matter how hard I try, they’ll never see.

I often feel that no one loves me. If I have problems, I have to tackle them on my own. At the moment, I feel like an outcast.

Who can understand me if I cant understand my self? No one cares for me. No one loves me. I don’t love my self. I am the dust swept under the rug.

Runaway. I want to runaway. But where would I go? No one would take me in, no one loves me. I could not stay on the streets.

SPORK, punkbunnypopsicle, punkbunnypopsicle, im lonely, no one loves me

Daddy! NO one LOVES ME!!!” The Wiseman says, “You must take revenge on them…using the power of the Dark Crystal!” Suddenly, the black rings enclose on her. …

I want a family, I want friends, I want everything that I don’t have, I am a blue Elephante, I am blue because I am sad, No one loves me.

You have Chocobo Ghost to love you! (looks all innocent and hurt) Unlike me…no-one loves me…

And I want your input on this one, too … PWEASE? SORRY! Whatever, NO one loves me …? but some nectarine out there loves this lonely tangerine … tee, hee! …

I am going talk about how no one loves me

until the words feel fake in my mouth.

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Patrick writes: ‘That no intention is the “wrong” purity.’

not sure if he’s referring to the Bergson passage that precedes this little aphorism — it was too long and abstruse for me to read on this hot gray morning.

anyway.

not sure if I like this.

not sure if I agree with this.

Q: is there EVER really NO intention?

Q: is there a “right” purity in opposition to a “wrong” one?

Q: what about this will to purity anyway?

I went to see Lawrence of Arabia Sunday. On being asked, “Why do you like the desert?”, Lawrence replied:

“Because it’s clean.”

[This answer by the way seemed to me to have a misogynistic subtext. The whole film is a grand gay fantasy, replete with gorgeous servant boys. Is the fecund non-desert “dirty” world just too full of women?]

[Except for some distant ululators in one scene and a pinup of a dancer in another, there are no women in “Lawrence of Arabia.”]

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The topics that keep coming up — school and generational distinctions, theory vs. emotion, etc. — seem to me entirely etiolated and based on artificial dualities.

HOWEVER, I am aware that to discuss these topics is to ensure that you have an audience. People never seem to tire of discussing them.

I have never considered myself to be a fence sitter because you know why: THERE IS NO FENCE.

Musical interlude:

“Let me be by myself where the West commences

Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses

Can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences —

Don’t fence me in.”

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Ron’s smart enough, right, everyone agrees?

How come then he spells my name Nada GordAn*???

That Ron Sillymun.

*Is it because he so identifies me with NY School Gen-whatever that he has conflated me with JordAn?

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Thinking about “reader response” and “interactive texts” — in relation to being an author of language textbooks. The textbooks accomplish what poems simply can not in terms of demands for reader involvement.

Resolution: to put TASKS, ACTIVITIES, and PROJECT SUGGESTIONS into my poems.

It’s OK to steal my idea, but say you saw it here first.

Just occurred to me that all these nifty quizzes people are making accomplish this kind of reader involvement fairly well. They don’t, however, progress to the stage of “Now make your own question.”