Tym

Often I believe myself to be crazy( Ironically enough I also believe that this makes me sane ). I suppose I could be considered a struggling poet in the sense that I'm always pushing myself to be more productive. No amount of scribbling or scratching seems to satiate my appettite for verse. I have an embarassing fondness for flowery whimsical poetry, a burning desire to understand how to vocalize E.E.Cummings use of parenthesis, & a soft spot for deep cynics. I love poetry because in addition to having rules & formulas it is equally representative of chaos & random indescernable order. The only thing that seems to hold true about it is that it is in fact "poetry". I mean, What makes any combination of words & lines & phrases happen to become a poem? To me the only defining thing about poetry is that it consists of "pretty words". Now don't get me wrong, I'm aware that that ugly,dirty, or mediochre words have there place in poetry. Some of the loveliest works of poetry are often harsh descriptions of terrifyingl real moments. Exactly like in music poetry utilizes such phenomenon as consonance & dissonance to push & pull us through a whole paradigm of emotion. Anyway poetry makes me laugh, & cry, & more importantly, it makes me read it & write it.Another creative outlet for me is to play my bass. I began my musical journey at 16 with a tiny acoustic guitar given to me by my brother. Over the next few years I had taught myself to play & I had actually become bored when playiing guitar with other musicians.MY only choice was to try something else & in doing so I fell in love with my new mistress, the bass.