
‘these are the 100 poems of varied length that i wrote today‘ by santino dela // self published, 2012
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seems that there are 100 poems
not sure b/c it’s not like
i read them all
what should we do with this ‘review’
what if i put more time in this ‘review’
than santino did in writing these poems
what if i put more time in ‘reviewing’
your ‘book’
than you you did in ‘writing’ it
seems like all #quickshit (#QS) is not bad
(((will use only #QS from now on b/c it’s quicker yeah)))
like totally confused about ‘blogs’
POST ON YR BLOG POST ON YR BLOG
seems like some blog posts are better than others
seems like some poems are better than others
seems like some short stories are better than others
seems like some posts/poems/short stories on your blog are better than others
some #QS is good // some #QS is bad
seems like we’re all ‘storming our brains’
some #ideas are good // some #ideas are bad
seems like this is part of the writing process
seems like you have to go to some dead ends
just to make some nice connects
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no. 40
this is taking place in a world not unlike your own
my phone has not rang today
‘seems bleak’ comes to mind
everybody is sleeping
it is early in the morning
nobody wants to rise and shine
i woke up before the sun rose
and watched it rise
i think it inspired me
to write 100 poems
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some stuff we just say
some stuff we really mean
how many poems do we have to write before we mean ‘something’
or mean ‘nothing’ at all
someone tell me this ‘magic number’ and i’ll let the ‘number crunchers’ know yeah
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seems like this is ‘impossible’ to review
seems like i can’t take this ‘seriously’
no one ‘asked’ me to do anything
i just found it via
santino didn’t ask for this
you didn’t ask for this
it’s jsut here
like are these ‘lost’ santino drafts that no one was supposed to ‘see’ or somtehing
except he put it there for someone to ‘see’
who is asking ‘for what’?
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no. 46
i forgot that you were a person fighting a hard battle for a moment and i accidentally judged you but i caught myself and smacked myself on the butt and told myself to grow up and i did and now i am a big tall tree and i am this beautiful thing that just is and is not bothered or moved by externalities
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seems like my computer quit
seems like i wrote a better ‘review’ yesterday
it was like gone and we think the ‘lost’ draft is somehow ‘purer’
like refining something has no meaning
seems like this review is #QS
//
what is a ‘draft’
is it just something to be nervous about
is it just something to tell yr teacher you did
is it just something that you work out in your head
is it just something on tap
is it just something you sketch
is it just something you try
by writing 100 poems in a day
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seems like santino could write 100 poems everyday
maybe this was the best day ever
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just wrote down my grocery list ‘really quick’
just wrote ‘i love you’ ‘really quick’
santino can type 100 #QS poems per day
i can type 1/2 a #QS review per day
what is your #QS per minute (((#QSPM))
will rank everyone by their #QSPM
who would have the highest #QSPM score?
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practice makes perfect or something except when everyone watches you practice then you feel like it’s not practice except you tell everyone you’re ‘practicing’ and invite everyone over then it’s just a spontaneous event of improv which sometimes can be ‘special’ like ‘honoring’ the creative process we’re all honing our #QS skills until there’s nothing left to think long anddd hard about, and we’ll always have the #QS excuse to avoid
judgment
or
criticism
or
getting better
then what