cave man

A brilliant mixture of Richard Ford, Richard Russo, Bukowski and Raymond Carver.  
Literary gumbo to me.
Best one of the group is you ...

BIG

I appreciate it amigo.  In my head, there was a lot more spinning around, and I had to concentrate on the details I decided on.  It was a journey!  
And I'm certainly flattered with your inclusion of me with those writers.  I'd love to meet any of them and share a smoke and a drink. And discuss life and thoughts of...

Oh, how I can relate to the parade of other thoughts and observations swirling in the head, while I'm supposed to be talking or listening or just being with someone else! (Yes, even while "being with" if you catch my drift... geez, come on, no fair!!)  And the synesthesia, although it's not a big issue for me, but I always think of the sun as "too loud" when I guess what most people say is too bright. Anyway, I'm rambling... just saying I can relate to a lot of this in my own small way, and I love how you've expressed it.
❤️k

What bothers me, is that there are not more amounts of people like me.  What's wrong with them!  
I've embraced that I'm a bit different. It's in a good way.  
Maybe writers such as ourselves need to have a higher sixth sense, in order to process and write creatively?  

I think there are actually quite a few out there. But we've been convinced that we're somehow "wrong" all our lives, so we keep it under wraps. And intuition is not valued as a real thing, unfortunately.... I'm still learning to trust mine. I do think it helps with creativity.
Keep being you. I think you're pretty awesome.
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It does help tremendously with creative writing.  We are "seeing it" before we write it down.

I'm going to keep being me, no worries.  I suck at fake anyway.  Lol.

I’m sure there are more like you than will admit. I’m not one to collect many friends—I prefer a few close—but of those few I know of 3 who describe the workings of their mind in a very similar way but not generally as artistically. Our generation was just taught to hide the things that made us special & that it was wrong to see the squirrels & hawks and to interfere with the human hawks trying to eat the squirrels all while we converse about the weather because the “normal” people said the weather conversation was more important. It’s all important and so is normalizing the working of minds different from our own. This is really just all to say, thanks for sharing. It helps me understand those I love who experience the world similarly.

Long ago I read that there are only six personality types, and two are bad.  Lol.  I have no idea which one I'd be labelled as.  We are all so unique and a blend of many things over our lives.  Why try to categorize us at all huh?  
   I have a habit of taking literally everything in.  It's not a bad trait.  It has its merits, actually.  It paid off hugely in the military, and when riding motorcycles.  

 I've also learned to hide "me" less.  That too pays off.  

Good to see you in here, btw.  You're always appreciated.

Fucking stellar, man. Just sounded like a glurge of raw emotion and brain juice, and fuck yeah, I want to be in that splash zone.
The details. I can't get over the never-ending cycle of details. I relate.
Styx. You are amazing and this is my favorite piece by you. Thank you for sharing a bit of your mind with the world.

Hey you.  
This was a whole lawn sized trash bag of thoughts before I started writing it out.  
It was heavy as hell on my head.  I actually trimmed it down!

Thank you, Neighbor-ish.  It was a blur the entire write.  I'm super glad that it shows clear to you.  

You're pretty damn amazing, too.  

Dear S,

It’s the world and the people in it that are the problem. Certainly not us! And the fact that you were there to protect some innocents against those “pedo’s” proves there are guardian angels in human form. Second stanza is so relatable. It’s a real hoot these days watching me practice exorcisms in ridding my brain of negative chatter. Once again, you have beautifully expressed your inner soul in such a humble manner that would the saints weep in adoration. Your writing is truly special in its ability to speak to everyone. A rare rare gift. Lovely write.
H🌷

"Hoot" - I love that word and not everyone knows it.  Lol.

I was in an odd mood when I wrote this, and it just spilled out .  

Funny story;  Ages ago, I went, and graduated the police academy here in Florida.  But during, I got into a heated debate about capital punishment for molesters.  I'm for it, of course.  Because I'm a parent and because yeah, they are inhuman if they've can do that kind of stuff.  
I was advised, upon graduation, that my "views" would be a liability to a police force. Because we can't have our own judgements. (Yes we can, it doesnt mean we would act upon them) .
So I never applied anywhere.  
   And, guess what is up for law now, in the state of Florida!   Yep.  It's about time they realised I was right.  

Anyway, thank you H. This was a bit different of an internal write for me, I know.  I'm thankful that its accepted.  

Hi there. I think I may be a little like you.

There was something inside this that I just identified with. Maybe not on the same level, but I have OCD and I feel like I really understood that kind of hypersensitivity to detail perhaps in a different way.

It’s fucking exhausting.

I also think that it immediately sets the scene by calling this piece cave man. It adds this dimension of primal awareness into the piece before we even start.

The narrative in this is stellar. It really feels like a personal entry in a diary almost. And that closing image of the oak trees growing from the forgotten nuts of squirrels adds a legacy to the words long after the poem is finished.

Yeah, there’s a lot of love I could give this poem. Fantastic work.

-M

Hey You.

I think, also, that you and I and a few others have quite a bit in common.  It shows in how we write and in what/who we like.  The mindset builds auras around us, and sometimes those auras bump into other ones.  It's kinda cool to find your kind.  

This wasn't my original intent for a title.  But, I simplified it because it states the premise well enough.  You saw it too.  

What a cool view you have, about the trees growing as a legacy to the words.  
Damn you're bright!  (I knew that).

Good to see you here, Missy.  Thank you for your input.  Muchly!

There's a lot in the current of the writing to me, simultaneity of confession, observation, the emotional presence is complex yet organic, a portrait of true human being. The details hold the intimacy, the sense of focusing on the surroundings, perhaps because of the difficulty of processing the personal relationship, is very resonant. The personal address has a sensitive focus, cadence is paced, you have terrific command of the medium my friend.

Damn, this is going on my psyche evaluation!   I need the positives!  Lol.
You're right, btw, about the personal relationship/deflection aspect.  I've had that told to me in person before.  It's like a self protection shield or something I guess.  I have a habit of over-watching hands.  It's the hands that hurt you, not words. Or eyes.  
  But, it's not always.  I know when it's cool to relax.  There's good people out there. And here.

I appreciate your views Daniel. Thank you.

A collection of the beautiful and terrifying.
Excellent.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

And yet for some reason, terrifying ain't so bad for me. I do really well in chaotic situations.

I'm liking these "excellent"s from you buddhakitty!   It's motivating to me.

What a good read.  This is put together tight and right.  Nice #2 pencil


Bat

It's cool that you went a bit back for this write.  -I do the same,  when I'm checking out an author's material.  It gives us a bit of background, as well as the write itself.
 Thank you much, Bat.  What a nice surprise today.  It's appreciated.

I agree so much with Daniel, the simultaneously complex and organic quality to this. The intimacy covered, but not smothered in minutiae. Your writing is so good Styxian.

Well hey you.
You went back a bit for this one!  
And thank you. Sometimes things are convoluted in our heads, and I just let it out however it wants to.