… It’s awful I feel that way, seeing as I’m just coming off a long weekend.
Sonnet 18 is complete. I changed the rhyme rules in the couplet, but that’s ok; at least it’s alright with me; it might not be with other staunch rule followers and professional poets. Maybe this one is more of a Miltonic sonnet, but whatever – it’s my poem, I said what I wanted to say, how I wanted to say it, and my back hurts too much to care.
But of course, whenever I change things up, we will always have this conversation afterwards because I second guess myself and wonder, “What gives you the right!”
Now only 137 to go. I might try a Spensarian-type sonnet next, and when I hit my goal, I might just keep going. There are so many variations – I started off wanting to stick with the traditional Shakespeare sonnet, but why should I, when there are others and maybe even ones I don’t know of yet? And if they can create rules, then so can I … right? ugh …moving on.
Do you ever wonder if hope is a good thing? I’m talking about the tangible things we hope for … hoping for a person, something or a situation to change without steady quantitative proof that change is happening. Some hopes may be better classified as wishes.
And what is wrong with giving up hope? And when are you supposed to quit hoping? Let’s say you are in a relationship, a career, or whatever else – mathematically, can you decide when it is appropriate for you to give up and move on? It would kinda be like the failing fast that they talk about in business. But I don’t think we are supposed to treat personal relationships like businesses. But maybe we should, and everyone would have their own personal small business or big, depending on what they’re into. And your personal small business relationship will be based on strategy-> execution-> delivery.
We can continue that another time.
Happy Thanksgiving, BTW – We didn’t do anything this year. I’ve already started my Halloween horror movie binge-fest. Angst (1983) and I Saw the Devil (2010) are on Mubi, but I don’t feel the need to watch them again. If you haven’t seen I Saw the Devil yet, I still highly recommend it. That movie will always be on my hit list. Along with:
- Oldboy (2003) – please do not watch the shitty American remake.
- Mother (2009)
- Audition (1999)
- Sleep Tight ((2011)
- A Tale of Two Sisters (2003?) – again, watch the original.
- Shutter (2004 and/or 2008)
I could continue, but I won’t. Last month, I was excited about Toronto After Dark but don’t know if I want to go anymore. Did I tell you this already? It’s hard for me to tell the difference between conversations I’ve had with others vs myself.
But I don’t really have “others” to have discussions with. Sometimes I feel alone, but that reality may not be real.
On Sunday I was feeling pretty good but I might have done too much and now it almost feels like the first day again. And because I felt good on Sunday, I didn’t bother to make an appointment with my local physio shop. Hopefully (without knowledge of their schedule), they can fit me in tomorrow.
I go lie down, and maybe work on another poem.
Monday October 10, 2022
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