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A Poem to Seer

10/18/2015

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She calls herself the Seer
Ironic then that I saw her first
Meeting in the square of Old Sir Church

She had a vibe, I do recall
Could even tell from afar
This girl would go far

Maybe it was the way she politely chatted
In an honest and carefree way
Or maybe, hey, who am I to say?

I wrote her a poem
And she wrote back
And now we've even had a chat

It seems we do see eye to eye
An infinite many things
And an infinite amount of time

But what to do, with all this freedom?
It's simple
Follow your heart, and listen to love

In this moment we are all one
And I'm starting to think there's virtue in fun
Let my work be a reflection of love.
Emanuel Caparelli
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Samuel Tillman
10/27/2015 07:09:37 am

The first few times I read this over, I liked it for its face-value; the loose meter and rhyme with the colloquialisms really makes this feel like a genuine exposition of your feelings on this Seer.

But the last two lines kept catching my eye. At first I tried really examining it, and I figured maybe it had something to do with the balance you gave to the Seer and things about *her* versus ending with a strong statement about your own self.

And when I finally had that aha! moment, I realized I was wrong again (not that all that other stuff isn't artistically great). It's a more complex thing: "there's virtue in fun" followed by the conviction "Let my work be a reflection of love" is such a magnificently grand idea that, when I instead thought more generally rather than the simple word-to-word on the page, left a huge huge grin on my face. It isn't like "oh that's the answer" or "oh that is truth" but it's when I sit and actually *think* and *feel* the implications of "virtue in fun" working with the embodied reflection of love...

Think of Rumi or Hafiz, where they talk of seemingly simple ideas offering bliss and ecstasy just by the act of exploring the idea in your head.

Long story short I really like this, Emanuel. lol

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Emanuel link
11/3/2015 10:08:36 pm

Thanks I'm glad you got something out of this.

I hesitated to post this because I didn't think it was good enough. Especially as a poem to someone, I wanted it to be especially great. But thank you for this lesson, that to not share out of some sort of ill-begotten perfectionism is only robbing people of whatever they may experience through my work. I don't need to be perfect, I am perfect, and so are you, if we are being ourselves. There is no shame in that.

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