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Monday, May 14, 2012

Buddah Moskowitz, [name redacted], and the Venn Diagram


I Google
“Buddah Moskowitz” and
“[name redacted]”
and smile at the result:

“Your search did not
match any documents.”

Most of my immediate
and extended family,
my brothers and sisters in
Christian fellowship,
and fellow academicians
with whom I’ve worked
for almost two decades,
have no idea
who Moskowitz is.

Also,
there are many readers
in the far-flung nether
of the ether
who regularly visit
and are sweeter to me,
kinder to me,
more appreciative,
and know me better
from the inside out
than most who
only know me
face-to-face.

One whole circle of
the Venn diagram
doesn’t  know
the other circle of
the Venn diagram
even exists.

Buddah Moskowitz
writes all the things
that [name redacted]
is too timid to admit,
and [name redacted]
knows how to keep
keep his head
and hold his tongue
so that he can afford
to keep Moskowitz
on the payroll.

So,
it’s purely a business
arrangement:

Moskowitz explores
[name redacted]
and [name redacted] supports
Moskowitz,
and so on and so forth.

There is only
one person standing
in the Venn diagram
where the circles
overlap,

but I’m damned
if I can tell
who it is.

(Written for #OpenLinkNight at http://dversepoets.com/ - the best poetry site in the world. Come on in!)

56 comments:

  1. 'Tis a strange case of Dr. Moskowitz and Mr. Hyde.

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  2. I know 'em both, ad they're both schmucks. Thanks for commenting.

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  3. What sort of weird science is this?!? You know, I'm of two minds about this post. I think group therapy is in order!

    I know just what you mean, though. On the rare occasions that someone at work hears that I write poetry, they are always really surprised. I'm not sure why. Anyway, I just say "yuh huh" and let them think I write horrid hobby stuff or something.

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    1. Just as His Royal Purple Badness says "I got two sides, and they're both friends."

      I'm sure you'd blow your co-workers minds if they knew what was percolating in that brain of yours. They'd either fire you, or put you in charge.

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  4. Your friends DO appreciate you, Mosk. You're one of my favorite people I don't know in person. ^_^

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  5. Your friends DO appreciate you, Mosk! You're one of my favorite people I don't know in person! <3

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    1. Thanks Diana, Yes, it goes without saying that you're one of my favorite people that I've never met.

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  6. haha at least you have him to say the things you know better than to say in public...smiles...and i know the feeling of certain online people knoiwing me far better than some in my reality....

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    1. Thanks, brother, I knew you'd understand. Yes, I do have a mortgage, so I gots to keep my big mouth shut sometimes!

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  7. It's so true. Not even my family reads me. They just go. "oh, you write poetry...uh huh" total disinterest...haha...
    I so 'get this' Buddah

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    1. Thanks and don't you think it's a little sad? Here's this beautiful mysterious part of you that's just ignored. At least, that's how I feel.

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    2. hmm..ignored, or safely hidden?
      The luxury of a pseudonym is that you do get to say all the wild thoughts you have, with virtually no consequences...in your day life.

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    3. Mosk, it's NOT ignored. Here we are, the people who don't ignore you.

      Charity, I know what you mean ... and agree. At the magazine where I edit poetry, I often try to talk people out of their pseudonyms. And quite a lot of the time, people use pseudonyms because they want to be "safely hidden."

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  8. i like how the search did not match the documents, and then at the end, well, that person is all alone, because we are nothing if we are not part of the bureaucracy...we stand alone in this society, and apart

    radiation rampage

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    1. Thanks Zong- I agree, we form who we are in the company of others, but still ultimately we are alone.

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  9. Just look in the mirror, Mr Redacted!

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    1. And I don't know who that man in the mirror is - no, wait, of course, it's Michael Jackson!

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  10. Just look in the mirror Mr Redacted, and why do I have to post my comments twice for them to work?

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    1. I don't know - maybe my blog fairies are lazing about watching "Ellen" or something. Get on the stick, youse guys!

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  11. Just look in the mirror Mr Redacted, and why do I have to post my comments three times for them to work? let's see if I have to try for four?

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    1. I appreciate your tenacity and take it as a real honor that you persevered to be heard! I would've quit after two tries! Bless you, may your reward be sooner than Heaven. :)

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  12. A shame we have to conceal, but some just would not understand....

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    1. Precisely why I do it this way. Thanks for your rachmones [Yiddish=compassion].

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  13. My goodness! Why didn't I think of this! In my mind, it's sheer brilliance...maybe I don't have to run away after all...New avi, new handle...new me! One that can't be cyberstalked on line to see if poetry is interfering with the day job...I have come to the conclusion there is no life left for Tashtoo...any advice, wise one? I should also say that I absolutely loved the write...but that's pretty much a given! :)

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    1. Thanks 'tasha , and I got a million names for you. Write me if you want my ideas. I'm surprised you didn't think of it - what with the internet being the world's most used impression management system.

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  14. This is a good poem, seeing both unity in, and alienation from, ones self.

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    1. Thanks King Richard, I'm glad you saw it this way.

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  15. Fabulously brilliant! I'm heading over to http://dversepoets.com/ now of course!

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    1. Thanks, yes go join the fun! IMHO you don't get a tenth the attention you should!

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  16. OH! I LIKE this one, [name redacted]! Seriously fun! ;-)

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    1. Thanks so much - on behalf of the chickenshit slob [name redacted] :) Mosk

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  17. Oh, I LIKE this one, [name redacted]! Seriously fun! ;-)

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    1. Also, to anyone who's having trouble posting to my site: my sincere apologies - I don't know what's causing it! But thanks for your perseverance!

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  18. Perhaps that person is me {blink, blink}?

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    1. And I am he as you are he and you are me and we are all together. Goo goo k'joob! Thanks, Laurie!

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  19. Interesting piece, Buddah. Redacted, indeed!!! I do understand that sort of "double life" thing. I too, seem to have developed an alter ego, especially when it comes to my writing. Though I don't hide it, it's almost like 'Fight Club', family and close friends ever mention or talk about it. Its only the friends in the poetry community that care enough to validate this other life, for which I am sincerely grateful. Enjoyed reading your capture of your [redacted] world!

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    1. Thank you so much, especially pointing out the loving care and validation of this online community. It's funny how you start developing real ideas about people you only read online. Thanks Ginny!

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  20. Because you used the words "Venn Diagram" in this poem, I am giving you full points. Despite the fact that I am possibly Facebook friends of [[name redacted].

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    1. Thanks Semaphore, but I don't have a FB account, but [name redacted] does, and I don't think you're a friend of his! Not that I wouldn't be your friend, as anyone who gives points for the proper use of Venn Diagram is a-ok in my book.

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  21. Wait... you mean Buddah isn't your real name?
    :-)
    Love this... and whoever wrote it.
    Thanks for reading me today, that was a hard post for me... not poetry, just thoughts.

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    1. Yes, Buddah was my confirmation name, but my real last name is Sain. ;) Thank you - your loving my work is like gold, as I really love, respect and admire your writing (collect it all in a book, already!). Your post was beautifully written, and I could tell it was hard to do. Hope you had a great Mother's Day.

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    2. It's a good thing "Buddah" isn't your real name, because it's the sound machine guns make in vintage Sgt. Fury comic books: "buddah buddah buddah"!

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  22. Oh, man. This is just so.perfectly.you. LOVE it. These words made my eyes particularly happy:
    "in the far-flung nether
    of the ether"
    :)
    I only really know Mosk, so I hope the other guy keeps payin' him, but I get a glimpse of that other guy every once in awhile, and he's pretty okay in my book, too. ;)

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    1. Thanks de! I liked that line too - a little wordplay-sy.

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  23. Mosk, my fave part of the poem is the name [name redacted]. Otherwise known by his initials as NR. "No record." "Not relevant." "Not rated." "Nine radishes."

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    1. I'd go with Nine Radishes, but I wouldn't want people looking for my eight predecessors. Thanks Vince.

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  24. haha..this is great...i always think that even if we're writing under another name and no one knows how we really look, the people see a lot of us in our writing...and that gives the connection that i agree, can be closer than with real life people

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    1. Thanks Claudia. I like my avatar because it does look a lot like me, except not in marble.

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  25. I remember the day that my father googled himself and came up empty. He was hurt and I thought, lucky buddah (though I didn't say buddah at all, some other b word entirely)

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    1. Yes, our parents will never know the profound embarrassment of something coming back to life on the internet that we thought was long dead.

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  26. i like this, and especially the doubt you inject at the end... :) nice. love the line ..."far-flung nether/ of the ether..." for some reason.

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    1. Thanks Joanna, The doubt is a large part of my identity.

      From Barfly:

      Who are you?
      Ah, the eternal question. The eternal answer: I don't know.

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  27. Oh, please...don't break down now and have an identity crisis. #justteasing. What struck me most here is your statement about people being nicer and sweeter to you here than in "real life' face to face, that is...whatever the hell real life is. This is sometimes true, and a little sad...or maybe not? Anyway, I do like this piece. Original and engaging :)...and revelatory.

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  28. Ever heard of a Personality Crisis? One of the best records evah!

    So right - who says what is the real life? Maybe these words are the real me. Yes, it's more than a little sad, but so I am.

    Thanks for your comments, my friend.

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  29. I can totally relate to this! Most of my family and friends have no idea that I write and have never read any of my poems. They probably wouldn't be interested. My creative family is here online. I often feel closer to the folks here than I do to my "real life" friends.

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    1. I can completely empathize with you. I prefer the anonymity of this persona - it's harder for a person to be biased against my obesity, bad skin, etc. If you don't like me here, then I figure you don't like me. You really, really don't like me (Sally Fields, we salute you).

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