I Prefer Being Out of My Mind
I mentioned in one of my posts that I was going to start making lists and the first idea that I was entertaining was "Traffic. Men are Buses."
But then I stumbled upon a post by Truckstop Sally and I was so impressed by the beauty and simplicity of the poem she wrote, I wanted to do it myself. Before writing my own, I looked up the original poem "Possibilites" by Wislawa Szymborska.
"Possibilities" by Wislawa Szymborska
Poetry Does Not Have to Rhyme
"I prefer being out of my mind only for its absolute impossibility ".
I prefer solitude to dull conversations.
I prefer mindless simplicity.
I prefer clarity.
I prefer dancing.
I prefer Victor Pelevin.
I prefer Dostoevsky.
I prefer the Russian language for its beauty.
I prefer songs.
I prefer passion.
I prefer passionate love and lovers.
I prefer quick wit and irony.
I prefer sense of humor.
I prefer strong men.
I don’t even know what I mean by strong men because I have never met one.
I prefer fighting for my beliefs.
I prefer sophistication.
I prefer philosophy.
I prefer imperfections.
I prefer variety.
I prefer overcoming difficulties to secure, quiet and dull existence.
I prefer thinking.
I prefer writing.
I prefer muscular men.
I prefer beautiful women.
I prefer good dancers that make me dance better than I think I can.
I prefer tango.
I prefer sad love songs.
I prefer zest for life.
I prefer books and movies.
I prefer my own fantasy world.
I prefer the smells that awaken my memories.
I prefer men’s fragrances.
I prefer children to adults and adults to children.
I prefer the Art of Conversation even if the dialogue is only between me and myself.
I prefer power.
I prefer mystery.
I prefer the Art of Seduction. I am not good at it, but it’s fascinating – the beauty of the game! I have never won yet. But I bought the manual.
I prefer games.
I prefer being out of my mind only for its absolute impossibility.
I prefer shocking people.
I prefer being myself to conforming to the rules made by somebody else whether they make any sense or not.
I prefer questioning.
I prefer being a smart ass, I worked hard for that.
I prefer learning every minute, every hour, every day…
Oops, that is not true!
I prefer to enjoy life to the fullest and drink it to the last drop.
I prefer being me because I cannot be anybody else.
My friend Martie Coetser prefers me playing French Horn
- The French Horn and the French Horn Player: Svetlana Ivanova aka Kallini2010
All about the French horn, the French horn player and Svetlana Ivanova aka Kallini2010s favorite songs.
- I Prefer My Preferrals
A follow-up poem on "I Prefer Being Out of My Mind" which confirms that mission was accomplished. A lot of nonsense that makes a lot of sense, if not sense, then a lot of fun. If not fun then a lot.
- Discovering Blues
A story of how a simple purchase of a calendar led to a discovery of my poetic abilities. Never stop learning about yourself. Maybe you can write poetry, too. Now I know that I am Blue. And what colour are you?
- Jumping Into an Erotic Wave
A glass of wine, a conversation, and the moonlight, a touch of thought, a consolation past the midnight... Past the midnight I was still drinking and I would have never imagined that everybody would love my drunken poetry.
© 2011 kallini2010