Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The obssession with using other people as mirrors of self






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Shared on dVerse Pub's Open Link Night #64.

I might not be able to visit very many today. And it might take me a while to return visits this week.

23 comments:

Brian Miller said...

oh that is like pulling the pin on the grenade and holding it you know...much less asking them for the unvarnished truth instead of token validation as well...still loving your creative form...

Unknown said...

You are on fire! The presentation on the page is fantastic, and I love your subject. A work of art.

Anonymous said...

Very clever! Agh! So true. K.

Scarlet said...

Very creative presentation and format ~ I think to a degree we all want some validation of ourselves, so we ask others what do they think of us ~

I like that everyone's a poem ~

Victoria said...

Smart visual creative poem, Raven, an so true. I really liked how you showed the me, myself and I.

Daydreamertoo said...

(I think) a lot of it's to do with EGO.. so many these days seem to have amassed such over inflated ones.
Love the form that you used here, it adds to the message.
If we really need to ask someone what they really think of us, we're doing something very wrong.
Brilliant thoughts here. Thanks for the visit. Hope you are feeling ok.

ayala said...

Love this! just great!

Unknown said...

Form is fantastic, magnifying the words and message. And you allude to basic truths about self and selfishness and creativity and sharing. Well done.

Mary said...

I hear you. I DO want to read! Your words are gold.

Ravenblack said...

Thanks everyone. I appreciated all your comments.

I have a vague memory of asking people what they think is best/nice about you as a kind of icebreaker or social exercise.
For me, I do find myself trying to get validation from those I respect. Not really good idea after all.

Unknown said...

Love the tone here. The symbolism within, the creative formatting, all work so well together…how'd you get the box within the box, pretty cool

Ravenblack said...

Hi Fred. I was just by your site. But I'll wait till I get home so I can listen to the recording. :)

The poem is a jpg image because no way anything is gonna be able to turn the "I" on its side here. It's blogger's own default that it appears the way it does.

Mary said...

Back again...thinking how brave a person is who asks another "What do you think of me?" Don't know many people I would be brave enough to ask that question to. LOL.

hedgewitch said...

You touch on some home truths here--from childhood we look in the mirror of others to gauge our own worth--at some point, we have to be satisfied with just who we are, I think.

Claudia said...

very cool..poem and how you present it...i like the energy and crazy undertones...ha...artists...smiles

Ravenblack said...

Thank you Hedgewitch and Claudia.

The older I get, I find the easier it seems to be myself.

Raven said...

I especially like this poem ... really like it! Not sure why. I just like it. Hope all is well with you! Sending hugs!

Anonymous said...

I'd like to be invited to that painting party!

Ravenblack said...

@Raven: Thanks! *hugs* right back! :)

@darkangel: you will be on the invite list. :)

kaykuala said...

Great presentation of Me Myself and I. It sets one thinking. Can anyone else give a fair opinion when asked. Not many or not likely! A guarded response maybe. Nice thoughts Raven!

Hank

Ravenblack said...

Thank you, Hank. :)

Jannie Funster said...

I wish I had the guts to go up to strangers and ask them what they think of me. I'd have a clipboard they'd witness me writing down their responses on.

never enough ME, me, me -- after all, Me is the best friend we got. And why not?! We are here to love and celebrate ourselves -- 'cause sometimes nobody else will.

xoxo

Ravenblack said...

I have found that to be true. It's hard to be sincerely happy for someone else when you can't appreciate yourself.


Thanks for visiting Jannie. I'm on a break from all things poetry at the moment. Too much going on at work and I was finding myself getting stale.