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You Can’t Say Bad Things about the Good Things

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Some people keep a journal.  I keep notes.  No, literally, I keep things I’ve written… short things, sometimes super short things… on my phone, in the notes app.  Things like the title of this post,

“You can’t say bad things about the good things.”

Well, you could.  But that would make you a real dick. 

At least that’s what I tell the voices in my head, when I’m mocking them.  The voices can be, and often are, real dicks.  Which is why, as I said in my previous post, I mock them.  Because, while these voices deserve to be heard, when they’re done, they deserve to be put in their place.  Most often, that place is in a roaring dumpster fire of mockery and ridicule.

But sometimes, the voices find their way into the notes.

About a third or so of the poems I’ve written for publication began in the notes.  Like I’ve told many people on multiple occasions, I write my poetry NOT on paper with a pencil or a pen, but from beginning to end on my laptop.  I have no idea why.  I just remember the first… okay, probably not the first, but the most memorable… time it happened.  A flash of really shitty emotions, and the worst burst of lying voices I ever heard, and the moment those 15 seconds of hell had passed, I opened my laptop, and wrote.

 

“Brains on the bathroom floor,

gloating

Consciousness above me,

Floating.

Despair at life,

Unlived.

Responsibility,

Relieved.

Bucket made of bone,

a sieve.

Whispers of all doubt,

believed.”

 

In the time it took me to say, “fuck you” to the lying voices, a poem was born in the place of sorrow.  And from then on, at the very moment the voices, good or bad, speak, a note gets made.  And yeah, maybe an angel gets his wings.  I’m really not completely clear on that.  But the point is, whether bad things or good, for this reason, I make a note of it.

It’s these notes, including that almost ten-year-old poem, which became a book.  Notes that are about to become a second.  And so, whether or not the beginning of these notes began as a bad thing, they turned into a very good thing.  And that was the point of all this history.  To remember the good, and make notes.  Lots of them.  Because you can’t say bad things about the good things.

Well, you could.  But that would make you a real dick.

 

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7 thoughts on “You Can’t Say Bad Things about the Good Things

  1. First off…Happy Birthday to you Bill and
    thank you for the birthday present on your birthday.
    Di

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  2. I start my poems out with the note app as well. I just let it fester there until I’m ready to deal with it. I just looked to see what I have still waiting in my notes. It was this: I used to have a lot of “spiritual” dreams. Now I dream of mostly worldly things. I guess we always dwell on what we think will make us happy, instead of what sustains us religiously.

    Not sure what I’m going to do with that but it’s the beginning of something… eventually.

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  3. Happy Belated Birthday. I say cynical things about the good things and if that makes ms a female dick, I guess. I do appreciate the good things, though…I just wonder where the punchline will show.

    Congrats on your second book!

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    • Jaded, I don’t believe cynicism is dickish behavior. I think cynicism is first cousin to skepticism. Which is always the beginning of legitimate inquiry. A lot like listening to the voices before you mock them.
      😜

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