anywaay I should probably stop talking shit about him in general even if sometimes I am right it does not really make me feel better anymore like it used to :/😭 It actually makes me want to cry because I feel mean about doing it, and when I do not feel mean I usually feel embarassed I suppose that I am finally learning better I give up cannot take him down and I just fuck myself over trying to
I didn't know this was for the purposes of shit-talking. I thought it was just a genuine request for interpreting something. :D
lool well the last line genuinely confused me because of the clouds thing, but besides that I understood what he was saying :p it just it seemed like a very shallow observation of duality in life but then the last line was deep but also like incorrect because there are both nonfigurative weather clouds and smog clouds in Los Angeles and it kind of ruins the entire poem, but the realization that he was saying something deep is cool about balancing your perspective and transcending duality and allowing for grey areas and not seeing everything polarized in black and white If he was genuinely making a reference to that that is lovely
ooh da babies, I just love him oh my goshh his poem makes no sense at all lmaoo :p I am not making fun of but just keep reading it and the last line is complete nonsense lmaoooooooooooo :p ooh my goodness it is cute thoughh
"and like no other city on earth, every day, the sun forces their little calculations. with no clouds to provide them a glimpse of hell nor heaven."
the sun rises daily in every single city on earth actually............ and clouds do not bring glimpses of heaven and hell they bring nontransparency and confusion he was probably not referring to seeing the grey areas lol and clouds are not the best metaphor for grey areas but you know what, maybe he at the very least was using clouds as a metaphor for grey areas even if the rest of the end of his poem makes no sense whatsoever
Read Allen Ginsburg: “Howl” poem. He’s making a cheap copy of something like that.
beautiful poem
