#askchuck

[chuckakot]

You are a beautiful poet. Thank you for sharing your words with us.

Thank you for giving the time to read my poems. Thank you for your appreciation. This is really a heartfelt message.

[chuckakot]

In between mundanity and romanticizing peculiarity, what makes you love and hate them both?

It took me some time to process my thoughts on answering this question anon. I would like to think that these two constructs are mutable however, taking the side of me as an INFJ, it truly questions the substance of my being, I do not regard to be the 'in between', I guess, it is hard to categorize or simply perceive a certain position when you are comparing two strand of categories, or if they fall in the same boundary. Methinks, mundanity is binary in nature because somehow, it looks ordinary and taking the side of being intellectually sophisticated (ugh, cringe). But I reckon, mundanity, is no more than being mediocre (just as to say the rawness of the word), and the latter, still could be justified, depending on the usage of the word which pertains to its conceptual standpoint. I know for some reason, I am in the extreme spectrum of the MBTI that being peculiar does not adhere to certain cultural norms or subsets of what I think is more acceptable or not. I delve into peculiarity solely because I want to be different, for me, I want to transcend into many selves, I want to revivify the possibilities and the expansion of myself, I am not a commonplace, I want to evolve into something that is not defined or set by categories that limit the self into its becoming, each of us is a multiplicity, as what Walt Whitman said, I am large, I contain multitudes.

[chuckakot]

When is the release of your book? And where to buy it? Been waiting for it!

Hmmm. That's quite a hard question to answer. I am currently working on some poems which I have no idea if I will be able to put in on the book, however, I have some already curated ones, which I know this will be a part of the book I am finishing. I hope you still can wait, anon. I am quite surprised with this message. But all the best for you.

[chuckakot]

I feel that I should add to my expression of gratitude to which you have responded. But, I have only stumbled across your work this evening, and I have had the pleasure to read some of your writings that resonates with me through the lens of my own heart, and experiences in a way that pulled me in word for word. I fear that I am not being articulate as I say this - but your writings has positively impacted me and moved to tears, to which I am convinced that I am not the first reader to have done so. So, thank you again. I very much look forward to see more of your work, and to buy your books in the future.

Thank you for responding again, and to even be touched with my poems. Your candid and genuine sentiments for reaching me out is very touching to me. Know that, my writing haven't had reached quite a multitude, but you, saying this to me is such a wonderful feeling. I can say that I am not a typical writer, although my words have come from the classic and modern form of expression yet, I feel that it can likely resonated to everyone and even to you. It is rarely that my blog can be easily seen nor pulled through the light, but I believe that it will come to its fruition. I wish you a good day and take care.

[chuckakot]

I have been your follower ever since I discovered the beauty and intricate nature of your poetry. I was drawn to your words. Your words can faint a heart. I noticed the gentleness in your poems, the exactness of words stitched together. It feels so perfectly chosen. That the world somehow is not really a boring place. I reached out to you simply because I want to ask something. This is really an opportunity to message you. And I'm quite hesitant about it. But now, I have the courage to spill it all out. What do you love about the feature of someone you love? What draws you to her? What makes her special in your heart? Because it seems, everyone who can read your poems will be as smitten and dreamy on how you carve the nature of your poems.

Thank you anon for your wonderful message. I am touched how you condensed your words into one single thread. To go to your questions, hmmming. Whew. Yknow, I do not get this a lot.

Beauty as it always so, leaves not a fair amount or precise pronouncement, but subjectively, I always see it symmetrically, I dunno if you are familiar with golden ratio or the fibonacci sequence which can be seen in the flowers or to some mollusks or exoskeletons of some animals. Because that kind of beauty entails a more precise form, and if taken by a camera (in different angles), it imbues a great difference. The face and the body having such attributes of nature and mathematics is a characteristic of the divine. If you mean her features physically, It will simply be her eyelids, upper eyelids that is thick and dense like a crescent moon, her eyes, a fine earth, brown and liquid, her eyebrows, grainy and black like a seaweed.

I am not usually touched by a person regardless of her qualities unless if I am touched to a personal level, that is, the substance, her words and articulation, the way she perceives things, and if there are sort of novel interest that I seem to find unique or strange or bizarre, something that I have not seen every day. And that simply, hard to find. I want someone that is hard to find. Someone that will gravitate me to her, someone that makes me think, makes me wonder, makes me stretch my patience, someone that can stare at me all at once. I always want to be tamed.

[chuckakot]

Can you please write something about second chances? Thanks.

I can't, anon. I'm sorry. I don't believe in second chances. I think, I reckon, if you can do it right, you can always do it right. If you can love someone, do it with all your heart. Just be the right one for this person. If there's truly one thing that makes life wonderful, it is by accepting the fact that you can only live once. There's no other option. I hope you can resonate to what Nelson Algren said, roughly: All was well, for what was lost, had when living been loved. x

[chuckakot]

Whose name appears to you first thing in the morning?

Febe Akot. Nothing more. No one else. Just her. x.

[chuckakot]

Are you working on a new book? If there is, what will you call it?

Ohhh. Hmmm. Yes, I am working on a new book, it's called Sunshine by The Trees a rough translation of the Japanese word called Komorebi. This will be my fourth book aside from my chapbook series.