Questions
Still on the subject of ego, this poem (or whatever) was pure stream of consciousness and also All About Me. In free writing you allow yourself to run wild without censure or censoring, simply discovering what lies beneath when you read back. Cheaper than analysis!
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Am I
an introverted extrovert
or
an extroverted introvert?
I don't know:
but sometimes I'm brash and brassy
when I want to be cool and classy,
laid-back or insignificant
when I needed to be magnificent.
I have weeks when my thoughts are shallow
and my brain is lying fallow,
then something triggers off the profound,
and when I share my thoughts around,
others gasp and go, "Gosh! Oh, golly!
She's philosophical AND jolly!"
and they don't know which to believe.
My intention is not to deceive.
Though I'm pondering death or dying,
I don't go around sighing;
it's all locked away in my brain.
Perhaps it's too much of a strain
to consider how deep I am trawling:
I don't want to start everyone bawling.
Then suddenly out of the blue
comes a truth that I've minted anew
and thoughts reach out and take hold,
and my tongue is both clever and bold;
and I feel like Aristotle,
or Wittgenstein, off the bottle.
We all have this potential:
it isn't accidental,
but part of the human psyche,
mostly dismissed with, "Oh, crikey!
I didn't learn that at school.
Shut up, or they'll think you a fool."
What a pity we have to mistrust
what lifts us up from the dust.
So just once I am flaunting it proudly,
proclaiming my intellect loudly
and telling you all what I ought:
"You are never alone with a thought."
And when several come clamouring hearty
it's a kind of mind-power party
for one, or for ten:
a festival Zen
or mystical reflection
and empowering detection
of the human soul and spirit
and its individual merit.
Before I end, one final thought that I keep on getting:
you're only a flawed diamond until you're in the right setting.
Jenny Argante
posted by Jenny Argante @ 3:13 PM
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