You Ran Night Depth Out of Town

A sobering reality. Thanks and hugs, O

Right on Captain O

Measure twice, cut once

Thanks

So true! You amaze me. Hugs and peace, O

Um...with all due respect...    
    
Fellas, your ears might not be quite so close to the ground as you suspect...  
 
On the other hand, maybe not🤷‍♀️maybe... How does one ever know?

One can only judge on how they were treated.....

Thanks E

Quite true. Were you treated well? I've been conversing with them off and on, and variously,  since April. I like to be there for them, that's friendship. In the capacity of profile Nightdepth, they sent me a very complimentary note yesterday. As usual, she deactivated hir account before I had had a chance to thank them. All praise, Sir 🙏

https://youtu.be/4MR6D7tL38U

Those are core questions to pursue...maybe surprises are ahead...and we shall find out, right?

Sure!

I met Night Depth when she responded to my poem about ice cream.
We had a humorous exchange in comments and private messages.
Here's the poem:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/427128-cone-or-cup/

She treated me well.  She read a lot of my older poems.  We talked a lot about writing.  We talked about life.  We talked about her tragedy of losing her baby after only 6 weeks of life.   She talked a lot about heartbreak from her relationships.  We must of had 200 PMs in those 6 days.  She was engaging and happy to be here writing.  But there was also an undercurrent of fear and mistrust with other members here.  I tried to warn her about how toxic this place can be.  She was seeing it first hand.  I went to bat for her.  I believed in her talent as a writer.  I thought she could do well here but there were outside forces against her.  I didn't know much about her.  I judged her on what  she wrote in her poems and the interest she took in my writing.
That's all i know.  It was enough for me .....

It is amazing what this website does. We come here, hoping to lose ourselves, to lose parts of ourselves—those aspects of darkness and hurt against which we struggle and which are or can be or have become at different points in our lives so dominant and overpowering as to take the form of controlling darknesses.  

Along the way we are influenced so deeply by those that we meet here, and intern may perhaps influence them the same. I have been deeply influenced, bettered, and helped within myself through my knowing of Her. Now Her has come and gone again.  

She always has my pledge of eternal and undying love which I gave to her when she was deepblue, and which I have tried to reinforce each time in our remeetings.  

At the same time, my love has the capacity to fuck you up—of course—to twist you through the wringers in its maw in order to set you back up upon your self chosen way. And need be, I have never been shy about putting that understanding to use, even when it might seem to be to my intense disadvantage. It's a responsibility. We try to use it sparingly, and with conscious intent only.

Her cancer, of course, is real. So too, in some form, fashion or another, most likely is all of what she tells.  

In form, or fashion.

All roads end, and the less darkness we carry when that happens the better. Her is Okay.

Who is she now on the site ?
What name us she writing under?

Dunno. And if I did I wouldn't speak my speculation publicly. I do have respect for her. I'll discourse about her phenomena here, and I'll chide a brother for (respeckt) writing an outrage poem when I believe I have first-hand information indicating that he ought to know better than to spit weepy flames in defense of a person who might not have been the absolute nicest (to put it mildly) to everyone the intersected with here, But I won't insult Her by talking about who.

I think you misunderstood my poem
I took ND on face value
So when you say
"spit weepy flames in defense of a person who might not have been the absolute nicest (to put it mildly"  that is an insult i don't appreciate.....

My bad.

My bad. All we can do is try to love. 🤷‍♀️  Nothing wrong with that.

Love is preferable

I still don't understand that whole story

Was Poe also deepblue ?
Was deepblue chords of red ?
Was chords of red Night Depth ?
Wasn't there a snowdove too ?

Can you explain it to me ?

I like the intensely felt, personal nature of this. Like Catullus, whose book was Odi et Amo--I Hate and I Love. Who says poetry can't be about reckoning on a deeply personal and absolutely immediate, local context. Or even Dante, who populated Hell with his enemies and antagonists, both personal and political, those he knew and those he only knew of.
This perplexes me, because I don't know whether to take it on its own merits--as an aesthetic object, say--or as me seeing the tip of an iceberg, knowing that there's much I don't know, and therefore an incomplete artifact.
As an aesthetic object, the most interesting part is the "she ran / I didn't," because that suggests something that's almost totally elided from the poem--why is it significant the speaker didn't run? Why would he have run?
There's much beneath the surface there, and as an aesthetic object, it's compelling to me.
Enjoy the deeply personal intensity and immediacy!

There are people on this site who want more than to write and exchange comments and sometimes private messages.  These people want POWER and they want to CONTROL the dynamic.  
I never wanted power, it's always been about the writing first.  
I get along with mostly everyone.  But I'm also a lone rider and you have to win my trust and i yours for there to be more than that.  I don't understand the POWER concept on this site.  But it's always lurking in the background and talented writers, who don't suck up to the self proclaimed power gods take the brunt of that wrath.  
I've been here close to 8 years.  I've seen a lot.  You have to be tough to stay in the ring.  I knew Night Depth didn't have that toughness but in 2 weeks she saw who was friend and who was foe.  
I know the players, she was not wrong in her assessment.

Chum was in the water. That's a great visual.

You don't want to be in the ocean with chum in the water.  I've seen it first hand fortunately from inside the boat.  The sharks come fast and  
furious and when they leave there's nothing but a sea of blood.  
Metaphor city .....

Thanks

Great. X

Thank you

Be safe !!

This place is confusing sometimes. I remain (blissfully) oblivious. Sorry for your loss.
xx

It's very confusing
I don't understand a lot it
The part i do understand is ugly
You're lucky to be out of the fray  
X

It’s a sad and disheartening feeling when folks with writing talent and skill are put off by that toxicity. I can tell you how many folks that i followed (and was followed by) have left. This is more heart tugging because you can connect with other folks at a deeper level and then they go away. Hope she returns.

I’ll go grab a bucket and start mopping some hallways.

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Yes Wally
This is a writing site with multiple injuries due to bullying, shame and a lot of fucked up people
But also some great people too like yourself ..?
Resting my case
You know

Thx Wally
Appreciate you