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Thursday, November 03, 2011

Sort of Famous (Prompt: Sort of...)

I Google Buddah Moskowitz
and am immediately
second-guessed.

“Did you mean
Buddha Moskowitz?”
in that snotty italicized font
with its implied superiority.

No, I intentionally misspell it
like the 1970’s record label.

Then I see
all the sites where I have
scattered my “poetry”
to the winds,
my mutant seed spread
in the hope
they’ll find forgiving
and fertile land.

I tell myself
it doesn’t matter if I’m “famous.”
I’ve followers
from all walks of life,
and some even part
with their hard earned money
to buy my “poems”.

So what do I want?

An Oscar?
A Pulitzer Prize?
The respect and admiration
from some obscure
“poetry” “journal” publisher?

Nope.

I just want one of those
seemingly in-depth
interviews
like I’ve seen in
Rolling Stone,
where they try to discover
what drives me
what excites me
what disgusts me
what inspires me.

They’d make me sound
important
relevant
and essential.

But,
I know the odds
of that ever happening

so,

I keep adding
to the interview
I am conducting on myself

one poem at a time.

7 comments:

  1. Hi Buddah, nice poem. I am going to share your wish with Sherry Blue Sky at Poets United. It isn't Rolling Stone, but.....

    Here's my poem for the same prompt. I can't post on the PAD site. I have tried again and again. And I am 'sort of angry' about it.

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/sort-of-angry.html

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  2. Buddah, I'm not Rolling Stone, but I can go as in-depth as you will allow. How about the Life of a Poet interview at Poets United?? (You see how easily your wish gets answered when you put it out into the blogosphere?)

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  3. Buddah, if you don't take up Sherry on her offer (good on you, Mary, for suggesting it), I'll kick you in your poetic touchess!

    About the poem: We are in that same vein of poets who use the blog as a means of self-disclosure. It's not vanity, it's sharing one's point of view, the small thrills and major dilemmas of everyday life as YOU. No one else is Buddah (not that they should not aspire to be!).

    Fame is highly overrated. It usually leads to inflated egos. Besides, good poets peek around the corner, observing life as overheard chuckles or folks who don't realize they are being checked out. Once the poet becomes recognized, this art is lost. I know because it happened to a songwriter friend of mine... love the idea of you "on the cover of the Rolling Stone," though! Love from your sistah from anudda mudda, Ameleh, and I put a link to Virtual Poetry Reading on my site today, as the poem I posted was phoned in to the site! xoxo

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    1. Hey lady - thanks and the interview is above under the table "An Introduction of Sorts."

      Thanks for being an enthusiastic supporter, love, Mosk

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  4. Ha! Super charming (and honest!) Personally, I am afraid to ever search myself! You are very brave! I love your description of the snooty italics. k.

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  5. Buddah - just stumbled across this, and I I love it! The idea of poetry as an interview with oneself - very revealing, and you know just which questions to ask!

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  6. Buddah - just stumbled across this, and I I love it! The idea of poetry as an interview with oneself - very revealing, and you know just which questions to ask!

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