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Input Equals Doubtput

Despite my attempted balancing act I have been neglecting my friends here to a far greater extent than intended. To be perfectly honest I miss my writing. My REAL writing! Where I can sit in front of the keyboard and allow the demented force to flow through me. I’ll be doing my best moving forward to recommit myself to daily punishing. Publishing! Far too amusing a typo to delete! 🙂

I’ve been asked a number of times lately why I don’t abandon my beloved simplistic rhyme scheme for a more mature style. It led to a period of consideration through which I’m blessed to have come to several conclusions I wasn’t especially conscious of prior. Rhyming is fun! Word-play in general is fun! I love searching for the perfect words or alternatively starting with a fantastic rhyme and building backwards. It’s quick, clever, suited to my style of comedy/ attention span and most importantly, I enjoy it. I’m no Neruda and I don’t see myself transmogrifying anytime soon. I am though totally cool with that. Very much content to not be bombarded with confusing or unpleasant emotions, their potentially positive effect upon my art regardless. Chipper and upbeat, every once in a while drunkenly staggering towards a more profound meaning. That is where I wish to reside. Plus, of course, periodically hating on donald, (he doesn’t deserve a capital letter), for being a shit-weasel extraordinaire or anyone else equally deserving.

This is the first new poem I’ve written in at least a week. It is in possession of a somewhat unusual flow pattern. Really enjoyed writing it though and it under the new paradigm that is the preeminent factor.


Input Equals Doubtput, July 16, 2018

Future variables integrated

Makeup and context variegated

Optimal output was too ill-defined

Path wasn’t direct, the route serpentined

Elegant swerve asymptotically near

Proximity’s useless if you can’t steer

Success and failure commence the same way

Just in one you get paid, other you pay.


Granted that would necessitate money being the yardstick with which you measure success. Still from lemonade stands to boardrooms it’s by far the most popular barometer. Even charities are all about the money, they just don’t keep it. Hopefully anyway…

If not money, what is the appropriate measure of success? Happiness? What scale do you measure that on? An economist would describe a happiness util, a purely theoretical measurement unit. Not helpful. Should we add up all the smiley faces on our mood calendars at the end of the month? What the hell is a mood calendar? Truly, these are all important questions. In all seriousness though, success is such a bizarrely abstract concept it can be defined, in reality, only by perspective. Weird, no?

As always, my grandest appreciation to you all for wasting your valuable time in my virtual presence. Your poor life choices will not go unrewarded. Maybe. I’m not really in a position to know anything, sorry.

Happy trails and wagging tails to all!

-Alex Blaikie

Categories: poetry writing

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18 replies

  1. Some types of success can’t be measured. Self-satisfaction, improving processes, offering free assistance to others, being a successful volunteer — how can we measure those, since there is no money involved? Intrinsic rewards can be valuable. If writing rhyme brings you self-satisfaction, reduces stress, improves mental wellness, then I say rhyme on! 🙂

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  2. I see some of my writing in you; if you find that you’re getting stuck creatively, try some automatism where you just kind of write whatever. I don’t do it all loosey goosey but I dont try for any image and I dont go ultralax, I aim to capture an experience or feeling that’s been pent up. It’s why I tag my poetry as impressionism. Give it a shot!

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  3. Re your comment above about changing your style of writing. Whilst researching yesterday I came across this description of poetry: “the view of words placed in parallel lines of about the same length” and thought you might like it. Also on reading poetry, George Crabbe is said to have loved poetry for the recurrence of same sounds and found his ability to retain ‘unmeaning verses’ fascinating. Often the sound and rhythm of poetry is the meaning and beauty in itself.

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  4. All right, dear Alex. Listen up. Literally. I admit I bugged you about trying non-rhyming poetry, but now I have a *new* thing I can bug you about. Songwriting! Yes! Your poems can be set to music! Have you ever heard any stuff by Tom Lehrer? Ok, feast your ears. Here are several of his bits.
    1) https://youtu.be/AcS3NOQnsQM
    2) https://youtu.be/yhuMLpdnOjY
    3) https://youtu.be/pvhYqeGp_Do
    I guarantee you’ll love ’em and be inspired!

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