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AGE:
101
LOC: United States
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 28
LOC: United States
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 28
I used to go to school, now I have a job. I walk around, occasionally dance, talk sometimes, sleep about 7 hours a night, eat in lots of restaurants, drink bourbon, play guitar, like children but have no desire to own one, read a lot, take photographs, write stuff. Once I was a seven year old boy. Later on I was twenty-eight. I’m listening to X-Ray Spex at the moment. I generally shit once a day but urinate every couple hours. I think art is really swell but most other things are highly over-rated.
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Write me a poem, you said on the phone, Not knowing, I guess, what you asked; Not knowing (I wonder?) that writing a poem Can be a most difficult task. A poem, my dear, isn’t easy To write or, small wonder, to read; For the writing can make one quite queasy And the reading, even more so indeed. A poem has one great shortcoming: It cannot dissemble or hide. It is honest and true and forthcoming. (A thing some, I admit, can’t abide.) But I’ll write you a poem since you asked m...
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He said his name was Ray. He said a lot of things: the way the hills rise up purple in the spring dawn the way the golden flame kisses frost from barren soil the way swelling shoots thrust tender through warming earth the way the quickening stream sings tenor beneath the last thin skin of winter He said his name was Ray. Child that I was I listened: plucked blossoms and knit them fragrant in my hair laughed and danced and spun circles in the ripening meadow ran fingers through feathered gras...
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Sometimes out of the corner of my mind I see a memory of chestnuts and wet dog And Paris in the spring, Musical and promenading; And you in Sunday’s chiffon dress With a sprig of bluebells in your hair. And I wonder, really wonder, If I turned around, And if I turned around, Would I see someone there Or something there, Silently smiling with cinnamon eyes?
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In the velvet dark - An exuberance of tree frogs, tiny, invisible, rhythm section of night’s symphony; a cricket sings arias to the moon.
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Music Tonight at dinner, I turned to you As I always turn to you Every night. Every night. How is it that my words, These words that echo So loudly in my mind, How is it that these words Vanish so completely In the thick silence Of our evening? Must it always be That even the richest wine Turns brown and thin In the dim blue Of twilight? I do not accept this. You are the blood that gives melody To the rhythm of my heart.
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I guess I can see why you wonder if age will have an impact on the reviews. I suppose if one focuses on substance and perceived meaning it would have to. Leaving that aside, though, there are a couple grammatical constructions that I wonder about: 1) "There is a spiritual world as my roots find sustenance in my dark and lonely place." I realize writing the stanza like this all on one line changes everything; however it seems to me that it should be possible to read it as a sentence and I'm no...
I realize that this likely isn't the review you want and may seem nitpicky but it's hard to focus on the poem when the many misspellings are so distracting. Since you specifically ask for several rankings based on publishability, it seems only fair to point out that most agents or publishers would never get past the line: "Pain and anguish dissapear and give way to blight." ("Dissapear" is actually spelled "disappear".) If they did get past it, they would probably give up at the line: "camofl...
Hmmm... I'm not sure what you're aiming at here: allegory or "just" story. I was a little bothered by a couple things though: 1) "Kefir, what is thy name?" - as far as I can tell, the person being asked this is Norse. Is it your intent that the person asking the question is trying to be insulting by calling him "Fermented milk drink"? 2) In several places in the poem you say that Allah is "beneficiate". The word "beneficiate" is a verb meaning "to process (ores or other raw materials), as by ...
About halfway through your poem I started feeling it was overdone... and then I finished it and realized it wasn't overdone at all. I really like this. I was left feeling that you beautifully managed to capture the particular synesthesia with which children experience the world. I love the last line! Thanks. PS: Given how cold and snowy winter has been here, July really will be delicious!
Good images although maybe a bit too clear. what I mean is that the power of haiku is in its presentation of an image that the reader relates to directly in their own way without actually being told what the image "means". In the case of your poems I'm left more with a sense of the meaning you are trying to present than I am with any meaning that is personal to me. In your notes for reviewer you say "open for interpretation", but I'm kinda left feeling that you did the interpretation for me, ...
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