fame

i never wished to be famous but i did want respect. if my work was published in some well-known, selective journal, at least i could point to it and claim that yes, i too, was a poet.

this site, this sandbox is more like a journal. i feel like one who has just learned speech, and is enthralled by the sound of the words bubbling out of my throat, just talking and talking until sometimes something comes out that resembles meaning and i call that poetry.

i do want recognition. but not by society. i don't mean to brag but i have always thought that in me there is some shard of insight that has been there since birth, and it has only begun to vibrate at higher and higher frequencies.

and when this trecherous glass is humming inside, i want to open my mouth and let it out, not for the world, no. but for somebody who will hear and realize, that they too, have a shard of that same material which will begin to sing, hearing its kinsman's voice for the first time.

if only this, i would rejoice. it would be sweeter than any award bestowed by any publication or organization or coalition of man.