Friday, January 25, 2008

The superstition of poets and obsessive compulsives and other such people who know that things signify other things, whether you want it or not.

3 comments:

Six said...

Is this just like... subject of thought kind of thing? Is coo.

sensitivepoet said...

You mean like, stream of consciousness? I guess that one sort of was, yeah. It was originally part of a longer post but then I realized I didn't want to mention more about the poems I was working on. Because of superstition, I guess. I don't know, that just feels a little too open. I wish there was a way to make some posts private or screened.

Six said...

Vox.com, capable of making individual posts, and even parts of posts private, to you personally, or to a select group of your friends. Get your voice. Vox.com

I dunno, I have been thinking in advertisements today or something.