I Prefer My Preferrals

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Before I Begin

Before I begin

I prefer to point out that

Preferential transition from “Over” to “To”

Occurred post scriptum

After I had a misfortune to follow my hunch

And check the proper usage of “to prefer”

And being more of an amateur

Rather than a connoisseur

I preferred to include all

Mishappenings,

Misspellings,

Misgrammaticalizations

And misunderstandings

In short, all things great

That turn one into a truly

Seasoned entrepreneur

End of transition and

OVER

To

You


“Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities.” Aristotle

I Prefer Nothing

I prefer nothing over something

I prefer wisdom over nothing

I prefer novelty over wisdom

I prefer curiosity over novelty

I prefer conversations over dialogues

I prefer keeping “everything”

Everything of value, that is

Except for things I have no time to throw away

Just yet.


I prefer things that I have just thrown away

Because it’s the only time I realize I need them

Desperately and now.

I don’t have difficulty saying what I prefer

Except when asked about it indirectly and point-blank at gun point

I prefer ruminating about stuff

For about five years


Yes, that seems about right

Or was it left?

Or was just around the corner?

Something like that.

I Prefer Remembering

I prefer remembering what I should forget

And forgetting what I should remember

I prefer laughing when I should cry

And crying when I should laugh


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I Prefer Writing Stuff

I prefer writing STUFFF that makes others wonder

“What is it exactly you write about?”

I prefer not to say that

If I have to explain what it is exactly I write about

I prefer not to write it at all

I prefer not to say that

Despite my pro-calmations aka threats

Not to write any confusals

Aka things readers don’t understand

At least not intentionally

I would write it anyway

And make it even more confusing

Only to read it five years later and ask myself

“What is it exactly that I wrote?”


Chorus

Yes,

Yes, that seems about right

Or was it left?

Or wait, maybe it was just around the corner?

Something like that.

I Prefer Writing Essence

I prefer to confuse the hell out of others

Only to become confused later

I prefer people telling me

That they kept pondering on what I have said a week ago

When I did not say anything worth pondering

I prefer pondering on what they would have said

Had I said things really worth pondering on

Like my usual stuff along the lines of

“The Essence is not the solution,

The solution is dissolution of essence”

Noises Off - "Maybe its my usual dimness"

Oh, Well...

I prefer laughing till crying

Mostly at my own writing

Especially, my old matured stuff

Especially if it is forty-fived

Simply because it is so good

Or was it well?

Oh, well...

Chorus

Yes,

Yes, Yes,

Yes, that seems about right

Or was it left?

Or wait, maybe it was just around the corner?

Something like that.

I Prefer to Refer

I prefer to refer to my preferences as my preferrals

I prefer a lot of preferences

Preferrably mine and not other people’s

Because, let’s face it, mine are so much miner

And so much better than worser.


I prefer my English

Because there is no English like mine

So elegant, so clean and so out of line


My son and me in the good mood

Irrelevant Parental Wisdom

When confronted with “You are the best mother!”

I prefer pointing out that “I am your only mother”

Because soon enough,

Frankly, as of now, so to speak

When I turned into “You are the worst mother!”

I can stand my ground as “Your only mother”

Chorus

Yes,

Yes, Yes,

Yes, Yes, Yes,

Yes, that seems about right

Or was it left?

Or wait, maybe it was just around the corner?

Something like that.

Preferential Markers

I prefer being alone-alone to being alone together

I prefer being together to being together-alone

I prefer kindred-spiritedness to accidental togetherness

I prefer accidental togetherness to stranded-aloneness

In the middle of nowhere


I prefer pointing out

That there is no difference between

Here and Now

And Now and Here

Which always leaves us

In no other place but

Now(here)

Even though I would probably

Have preferred somewhere elsedness


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I Prefer Head Over Hills to Brain Over Kills

I prefer learning

I prefer critical thinking to critical learning

I prefer critical talking to critical thinking

When others refer to my critical talking

As pointless argumentativeness

I prefer to argue that

It is not, in fact!, argumentativeness

But it is, de facto, pure self-entertainment

By means of irritating and provocateuring others

I prefer Head over Hills to Brain Over Kills

Yes, that seems about right

Or was it left?

Or wait, maybe it was just around the corner?

Something like that.

Postal Markers

I prefer pointing out that all mistakes are intentional

Including those that are not


I prefer de facto to de jure

I prefer saying that

De facto over de jure

Sounds better than

De facto to de jure


I prefer arguing that post factum is better than post mortem

Unless post factum is about post mortem


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Standing Under or Under Standing?

I prefer pointing out

That my lexicon is de facto

Incomprehensible

Which is, honestly!, not true


I prefer dictionaries to other books

Because they have all the words

Yet lack morale, plot and motive

Including coherent narrative

Not to say that dictionaries

No matter how big they are

Are not so big on either subtext or supertext

And despite all the subscripts and superscripts

Who can tell why the word

Under

Stand

Means what it means?


Source

That Makes No Sense

That’s why I prefer

Skipping all that persnickety,

Time-consuming, unnecessary look-ups

Of words meaning, spelling, pronunciations

Because, let’s face it, I know what I mean

Even when I don’t


Yes, it seems about right...


Guys, if you are not dancing yet, what are you waiting for?

© 2016 kallini2010

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Jodah 4 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

yes, that seems about right, Kallini. I actually understood some of this.. not all I admit...but what I didn't understand I enjoyed even more. I wrote a hub about "How to Write Stuff" recently, and this was a great example of that. Good work.


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kallini2010 4 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Thank you, Jodah, for reading and commenting. I thought it was like, totally, understandably clear, but I guess, one needs my head for translating all of it into, ehhh, one's understanding.

Six years ago, when I only began my journey on HubPages I published my very fist poem "I Prefer Being Out of My Mind". Ever since, my readers wondered how my preferences changed. I happen to think that they changed a lot, from being comprehensible into being incomprehensible which I see as a sign of maturity.

I do write for self-entertainment. Speaking of nonsense - today I had a dream that without even trying I made an audience of about 300 people laugh. So, what else can one wish for if not laughing in a dream?


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Twilight Lawns 4 weeks ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Svetlana, I loved this. It is so brilliantly written, so entertaining, so full of so many truths.

I started to copy one or two of the things that you have written here, but realised almost immediately that I would be copying and pasting half of your Hub.

It made me laugh, it made me become so introspective, it made me stand back and look at myself and to say that this is how I really feel... and it made me stand back, also, and say that you, my dear friend, are an amazing and very talented lady.

As if I didn’t know it all already.

By the way, the Odessa dancing was so lovely (I can’t think of how many adjectives could be used for this) and the joy and expertise and vitality brought tears to my eyes.

Wonderful (Yes, that’s one of those adjectives).

Ian


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kallini2010 4 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Dearest Ian,

Thank you for your kind words. I am glad you liked it. You know that I write for no other reason (well, except for the restless hands syndrome), but to entertain mostly myself (at a later time) and others, if they find it worth reading.

So, yes, I am happy that it made you smile.

It has been forever since I published my last hub, so I found myself at a loss where to get images and music. I have never had such problem before and I found it to be utterly frustrating to search for "I don't know what".

"Mowgli and King Loui" make me laugh because I see my relationship with Daniel like that dance - especially when I teach him with all seriousness. I find it hilarious.

And Finnish polka itself is so catchy, yet it sounds like complete non-sense.

But the Odessa band clip - I simply fell in love with it - of course, it has no relevance to my writing (but what has ever had any relevance?) Life itself is completely and utterly irrelevant.

Of course, these guys are professional dancers, they did not just get up after having a meal and started doing high jumps. But the fact that they wear civilian clothes rather than theatrical costumes makes it somehow more intimate. As well as many "imperfections" that make the performance endearing. I like men who dance and if one knows anything about dancing - it is not "girly" at all. Men are stronger and capable of very masculine range of movements. It's not that men or women can be better dancers, it's just dancing is either masculine or feminine, or mixture, or couples dance or the whole village kind of thing.

And certain music is also makes one "dance" even if not really dancing. I always loved this dance "lezginka" - a dance common among many Caucasian peoples. I stumbled upon the "Odessa" video clip and then I have tried searching for what I wanted with no success.

Regardless, I ended up loving this video clip more than writing itself. Funny, what one ends up to prefer in the end.

Cheers and hugs,

P.S. You can copy and share as much as you wish. What am I going to do with this? Put in a safe and guard with dogs? It's not an investment, it's just a conversation piece, an open letter, just like the last one I wrote. You might like that one as well, it is just as nonsensical with lots of cheerful music.


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Majadez 3 weeks ago from Johannesburg, South Africa

We have a spice grinder exactly like your last picture here! That was my first association...

For starters, I can tell you that I loved it!

Secondly, it reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago (I think 2011). Maybe you'll like it.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-best-imagery-cl...

And thirdly, there is too much to comment on here, so I'm going back to the first hub, then I'll return here afterwards.


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kallini2010 3 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

I loved your blues - it's so simple and endearing.

Our "interaction" or "interactivity" seems to be mutually beneficial. You sound to be better (judging by your latest comments) and I (I cannot believe it!) broke my five-year-long veto on publishing.

Not that I solved so many other questions, but my crisis pushed me to learn a lot of things for which I am grateful too. I only wish that there was someone ahead catching me and saying - "That's where you could go and get better". It did not happen like that - it was (it is) a path of discovery.

Speaking of discoveries - long time ago - I wrote the poem "Discovering Blues" (you don't have to read it). I only saying it because your blues reminded me of mine and back then I thought that one genre I should stay away from was poetry.

Then you came along with your bank of hearts...

Creativity thrives on cooperation, communication and impulse-bouncing, so as long as it makes it worthwhile for either of us, I am happy.

And, yes, take pictures - just don't keep all of them - be ruthless - keep the best. Otherwise they create unnecessary mess and stress. I'm learning that too.


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kallini2010 3 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Maja:

before you post on the "You've Got Message" hub, make sure that it doesn't stop you from posting, I almost lost my comment - I was signed in, but I guess HP treats it differently

to be signed in on HP

does not mean

to be signed in on Letterpile

I tried to make it easier, it may very well became more complicated.


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Majadez 3 weeks ago from Johannesburg, South Africa

I felt confused and out of touch from the world of the internets for a moment there. Now I know what Letterpile is!

I remember "Discovering Blues" (surprisingly!). I read it when you published it. I'll go back and read it again some time. When I get to it, I'll still go back to read your hubs and our old conversations.

Yes, I am better. Gradual increments of "betterness" occur daily. I didn't notice them. It was Luke who kept telling me I'm better because I did this or that. Simple things like washing dishes, brushing my hair in the morning, and cleaning... All signs that I was beginning to notice things and the disorder around me was no longer fitting with how I was feeling. I am only seeing it now that the changes are more visible (it's adding up).

Last night was an enlightening experience. Lately I've noticed how I look so much like my mom. I always have, but now that I am the age that she was when I began to know her, it's obvious to me. I've always thought my mom is the most beautiful mom in the world (yes, she is also my only mom). I thought about how I'd love for my kids one day to look at me in the same way. Then I saw my reflection in the mirror... Messy hair that is all over the place? Unplucked eyebrows? Surely the most beautiful woman in the world would take better care of herself! So I washed, brushed and tied the hair up. Then I rediscovered peripheral vision! Ha ha! I'm joking, but it's also true. I also rediscovered that I do in fact have a neck, ears, and forehead (which were all covered by my hair). Looking good also helps one to feel good.

I am very glad you broke your veto on publishing! I am also happy that I get to share in this journey of words with you. I think it is beneficial because we are different, and yet so alike. I feel connected to you, although we've never met. I feel like I don't have to explain myself. You intuitively pick up on what I mean and what I'm thinking or going through. So I think: "How does she know this?" Then I realise... Oh yes! Because she has had/is having the same experience.

I love reading what you write for that same reason. I don't always know what to say, but almost always feel I understand in some way. Even when I don't understand, I somehow understand. I don't even know if that makes sense. Oh well...


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Majadez 3 weeks ago from Johannesburg, South Africa

Re Facebook, poetry & memories:

How old is your son now?

Earlier this year an aunt of mine described how life has felt like to her. She said that as a child she just wanted to grow up and things took so long. Then you get older and things settle down a bit, but just as you start getting used to that pace, things start moving faster and faster. She told me how she felt like someone hit fast forward on life when she was about 25 and ever since each year the FF dial is moved a little more and it feels shorter. She's in her 70s now.

I am beginning to experience this now. For example, I don't know where my last year went. I had a startling conversation with my husband the other day. I said I couldn't believe I was sick for 6 weeks (so long)! He told me that I haven't been sick for six weeks, I've been sick for a year, it's just that I was at my worst during those six weeks, and there have been ups and downs. I denied it, of course, but it turned out he was right. We counted four months (an optimistic number) in which I was healthy and functioning normally. It's crazy because most of the past year is a haze in my mind. Like a grey smudge in my life story. Where did it go? I was alive, eating, breathing, sleeping, walking, talking... But where was I? I'm not sure if this is part of a horror story or spiritual revelation.

That year went by very quickly, almost unnoticed in my mind. So I started to realise how many years have gone by in general. Almost 10 years since I left school! A whole decade! I always knew what a decade was, but now I can feel a decade. I can remember that a decade ago I was doing this, that and the other! Perhaps it's a lesson in the preciousness of time.

I'm sharing this because I think it must be entertaining. That is, watching others learn about things and experience what you've been through. You can never really tell/show people these things - lessons, feelings, the value of time... They have to experience it. I think that is why I want to be a parent. It's like a life experiment. You get to control the variables that will shape another life and then see how they interact with each other and what the outcome will be as that person you were once in complete control of gradually takes over and shapes their own environment and experiences. It must be shocking and entertaining! Back to my successors discovering this... If I have kids, they may read this one day and find out they were part of my experiment. I hope they'll at least find it funny. Then maybe as I grow older, they will try their own experiments on me. Experiments that will include the words: "Do you remember...?" Hmm... I'm starting to see how my "experiment" could backfire, but it will be entertaining nonetheless.


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kallini2010 3 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Dear Maja:

Now that I have three comments (at least three) to answer, I have made a proper file (a Word document) so that I can manage the conversation better. So when I respond, I will do so properly in a more organized way. That was the idea from the very beginning and now it will pay off (for all the button-pressing we do).

You can read my hubs whenever you want or have time or both or not read, it's all up to you.

Having read a few of your poems on PoemHunter, I realized how much you expressed in a few words, but, of course, in order to have a better understanding a reader must have similar experiences, be in a right mood for perception, know you better - poetry is much more than meets the eye.

Having read a few poems, I realized how close our experiences are or at least seem to be. Four years ago I published two articles against my better judgment being in the lowest of my moods. But again, I am so grateful that I published them because now I see it all differently. Now, it makes more sense - one truly needs a perspective.

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http://hubpages.com/health/Bipolar-Diaries-If-I-Di...

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There is also one hub I can "push out" that doesn't require much effort, so I'll see how our conversation goes.

The hub is about "successors" and the importance of writing (against one's better judgment).

In the meantime, keep getting better and maintaining the balance. Give my best to your husband - your world depends on your loved ones.


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mckbirdbks 3 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hi Svetlana. This metaphor may not portray my thought concisely.

"Now, I know what walking in a hale storm feels like. I see things falling all around. I hear the noise. Then a sting, as my consciousness is struck."

I am glad you are publishing.

This comment stream, is like old home week.


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kallini2010 3 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Thank you, Mike, for your comment. I thought the music was there to ameliorate the hail storm.

Maybe it feels the way it feels when one learns a foreign language. At first,.. boom, boom, boom..., then you pluck out key words, then you think you understand...

Funny thing about the word "understand" - what "standing under" has to do with comprehension?

I'm not that clever, I listened to the lecture on linguistics and I was so surprised. Why did it never occur to me?

Sometimes writing is just fun. At least I prefer it this way.


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mckbirdbks 3 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

I see that I spelled hale incorrectly. That will teach me to wonder over to the intellects table.

I did like watching the dancers. Very energetic.


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MartieCoetser 3 weeks ago from South Africa

Oh, Svetlana, this is so you - coming down on a reader like a bucket filled with crushed ice. While reading, so many thoughts came to mind - too many! And now I will have to read the entire poem-cum-essay again in order to remember what my thoughts were....

But oh,

Now, new thoughts come to mind...

Yes, that seems about right...

You are one of a kind!


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kallini2010 3 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Mike, you might have spelled "hail" wrong, but I go by context just like all people do. So I did not look up the word "hale" because for some reason I thought it meant something else. Now I looked it up and discovered that I was as wrong as your initial spelling. Learning a new word in this context made it hilarious.

If I had to worry about all mistakes I make in English and everything else... but I don't. I have other problems.

So, there is no intellectual superiority here. The only difference between us is

my English is = from form to meaning

your English is = from meaning to form

that's why my writing is more confusing to you.

Strictly speaking, we speak different Englishes.

If someone did this to me in Russian, I would be just as confused.

"Confusal" was not the point of my writing, I was simply having fun. Six yeas ago I wrote a more conventional poem "I Prefer", but now that I look at it, it seems too conventional and, frankly, boring.

By the way, when I said on Facebook, "When the you get to the line "It doesn't get any better than this" it means that it's not going to get any clearer" - I forgot that it was the line from the other hub

"You've Got a Message Re: Pressing Matter", the hub that I dedicated to Maja. We needed a space to keep our conversations in one place. Our conversations still spill all over everywhere and I tried my best to keep them organized. Maybe for some book some time later.

Just as I said, "I prefer keeping everything"

All while working on another hub, which "ending" just doesn't end.


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kallini2010 3 weeks ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Thank you, Martie.

I did not think about any hail storms or buckets of crushed ice - funny how it feels for others.

It feels good to finally break down my veto on publishing, that's all.

Yes, that sounds about right.

Thanks!

I'll publish something you've read before, so hopefully, it wouldn't feel like raining Surprise! It's Men in Disguise!


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FlourishAnyway 2 weeks ago from USA

I liked these ponderings that are very wrapped up in how you think and how you view the world. I kinda got most of them. Very cool.


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kallini2010 13 days ago from Toronto, Canada Author

Thank you, FlourishAnyway!

I am glad you like my worldview. I like nonsense and appreciate a sense of humour. I find a lot of people being too serious, too self-absorbed and completely delusional firmly believing that they know what they are talking about. [At the moment I am in acute pain (or sort of regret) from what I was saying yesterday at the high school open night - the school my son is going to attend next year. I think I need a restraining order from visiting any school especially the ones where my son goes. Imagine my reputation!

I would prefer to know when and how to shut up, but that's another story.

For all my sense of humour, I believe I am more serious about almost everything than others. It's not even a paradox.

I know a lot, but I don't know as many songs as you do.

How is it even possible? You keep me in the state of awe!

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