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Gutspill
By kitten_princess
05 February 2006

Definition: Nothing to do with vomiting. It's when you have so much to say that it all comes out at once in a big blurt, meaning very little to anyone in the surrunding area except you.


All too much:
Overload!

Too many
People, too
Many things.

Million
Thoughts, ideas
Crammed and cramped.

Inside me
No control
I feel now

It's time.
Gutspill.

Tell the world.

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How true ..........
Written by Bagheera (679 comments posted) 5th February 2006
..... we've probably all been there at one time or another. You sit down and start typing - suddenly the sun comes up, the night's over, and you're staring at page XX of something which seems to have written itself while you watched ...... :grin  
 
For some odd reason I'm reminded of the little robot in the 1987 Spielberg comedy "Batteries Not Included" which is delighted to find "Input!" to 'feed upon'. 
 
The very short stanzaz also make me think of Japanese haiku verse, but as Poetry isn't my forte I could be barking [wuff-wuff!] up the wrong tree .... 
:sigh

Written by amboline (183 comments posted) 8th February 2006
I very much like the sense of rushing in this, of ideas spilling out headlong. But something happens in verse 3 that disrupts this frantic flow. Somehow, when I'm reading, I get here and everything slows down, then starts up again. It seems to be on the word "Million" that I stumble, and I've no idea why, because it's not especially out of place in the poem. I don't really know what to do about it. The poem would still work without that one word. Maybe by reshaping verse 3 - 
 
"thoughts 
ideas 
crammed 
and cramped" 
 
- the same momentum could be kept up throughout the poem?

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