Is anyone here experiencing disorientation?
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I often feel disorientation when I listen to the news, so I’ve written yet another verse for my disorientingly long song “I Don’t Wanna Be Late (Don’t Wanna Be Early Either).”
I don’t wanna watch the news,
Don’t wanna be out of touch either.
It’s confusing what to choose
When you’re trying too hard to do neither.
What’s so bad about watching the news?
Even if the news is cherry-picked to give us the blues?
What’s the crime being out of touch?
Although apathetic ignorance can be a crutch.
©️Ann Koplow, 2023
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If you’re used to criticism, compliments can be a source of disorientation, so getting a compliment about my songs from Jon Burr, an incredible musician whom I greatly respect, (“you’re like a friendly Bob Dylan”) recently disoriented me in a very nice way.
Oh, no! I feel another verse coming on!
I don’t wanna critic.
Don’t wanna big compliments either.
It’s hard to make things stick
When you’re trying too hard to do neither.
What’s so bad about a critic?
So harsh critics bring on shame and make us feel like ick?
What’s the crime in believing compliments?
Even if the big ones feel like they’re complete nonsense?
©️Ann Koplow 2023
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Besides the news and getting unexpected compliments, my disorientation has been exacerbated by weird INR results and my son Aaron moving to Halifax. Yesterday, a long conversation with Aaron helped orient me again, and gave me some useful ideas about what to do about my way-too-long song.
Do you see disorientation in any of my images for today?
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On National Punctuation Day, how about some disorientation punctuation???!!!?!!?
Here’s what I find when I search for “disorientation” on YouTube:
… and here are two orienting videos from my old friend Jon Burr.
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Thanks to Jon, Aaron, Katie Mack, kind and creative people on Twitter, Rubato HK Cafe, our cat Joan, the birds that hang around our South Shore home, and (of course!) YOU, for orienting me again.
