uncertaintly seeking...advice?

so i looked back at some old posts on this here blog
to see if any of the ones from my first few years o grad school would be helpful
only to discover that they are very bitter posts
and i kinda feel the need to PURGE
as in delete pretty much everything that's super bitter or sad or just repetitive in terms of crap i was dealing with--moving from puke bucket to expressive outlet for this blog---which honestly, kinda not sure of the difference
tho i've never been good at that (eg. making mud cakes as a child with intricate designs, despite not being able to eat them)

thoughts on this?

in other news: a quote and a poem

From Joe Meno's Demons of Spring:
"So you have to figure out how to be happy in a world that isn't as good as you think it should be. You need to be less hard on yourself and less hard on your friends and less hard on everybody." Meno, 221.

and

The Fight for Flight (from going to Quebec last year)

The sun is an unexpectedly uncertain lover,
his gestures awkward, the spear of light downcast
on the flat wave of plane's wings.

The sun setting from an airplane is
yet another form of unrequited love.
The blood-stained ivory and golden rays of light
may shine as brightly
when viewed above or below, but not kindly
nor ever so clearly
as when watching Ra return to his midnight battles
on the Earth, in the sand, by the water,
where Nun can be felt more closely:
a stranger's hand on your chest,
a lover's anger abruptly spoken,
made real.

Perhaps humans should not fly,
lovers should not bicker.

Cities form like galaxies of pink and white lights
in the nebulous clouds of possibility.
Love unspoken remains
yet to be defined. The hand raised in anger
can just as easily confide.
A sunset seen from a god's eye view
remains, on the ground, alive.