Eightee's profile
AGE:
28
LOC: Athens, GA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: October 22
LOC: Athens, GA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: October 22
i would like just to talk about my bio in poetry
i started writing poetry in college.
pretty much because of the french lit that i was reading was very good and it sorta opened me to word-thinking, concept-thinking, imagery-thinking, and i started writing down my feelings and ideas and opinions.
my most important poets:
Rimbaud
Poe
Jim Morrison
Baudelaire
Mallarme
HD
influences of their styles and ideas:
Walter Pater
Apollinaire
Andre Breton
Pound
Wittman
Keats
TS Eliot
Artaud
Frank O’hara
Cendras
Chris Forhan
Tr Hummer
Yeats
Asian literature: medieval and pre-medieval
japanese “Strange Writing”
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this to say that when i write i write to enhance the imagination the way a drug does(it…
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The moon follows our trespassing, half our clothes hang torn on the fence wires, dangling, like these black lit flowers are winded in the spring of the garden. I tilt your kiss with my finger and our lips moisten our temperature's circuitry in goose bump moment. You say, "Yes!" and clouds pass floating stiller- We've forgotten them, as we've thought we've forgotten the ecstasy our motions behold- they have us for gods. It's midnight and inside we're howling- I praise you deliciously, I praise...
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The Awakening of Aurora -Appalachian Nocturne I The wind on the summit is unmistakably alight- and see now: frozen debris sparkles, as serpentine and like a ghostly backbone decends, parting bristle pines with fierce rattle. A cabin crouches by the holler- mist hovers stealthily in circles against the walls. Spiders quit their webs and shrink in cracked timber. Dust quakes. Flakes float from the ceiling, some fall on the floor where a maiden lies blank-eyed stretching painfully over bed sheet...
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The morphosis of our age belittles the loss of our fingers, our dry tongues have superficial days that so with empty gloves we keep count of the rain, when little eggshells break on the street mind: we can set ourselves apart, or be dumbfounded and sell our body parts to clown wisdom, but then we'd have no hands to reach the future. If forward we're heading flooded with information, let's stay by clear water and in the sand spell dawn, for we're as many as the times our eyes have had a consc...
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The morphosis of our age belittles the loss of our fingers, our dry tongues have superficial days that so with empty gloves we keep count of the rain, when little eggshells break on the street mind: we can set ourselves apart, or be dumbfounded and sell our body parts to clown wisdom, but then we'd have no hands to reach the future. If forward we're heading flooded with information, let's stay by clear water and in the sand spell dawn, for we're as many as the times our eyes have had a consc...
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In Amethys city, On the roof of a skyscraper (the simple soul) is [hands on elbows, chin between knees] A gargoyle amidst Cloud shrug and sewer echo/ Sage Whose eye water flows onto the allies For the common thirst.
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Lose or Win Hey you on the other side I’ve cried a pint from the middle of my eye Dancing in darkness, tears stream their faces Though they’ve never been a part of social graces Jumping just once, they believed they could fly Bursting open on concrete, wet then dry How horrible you say it must have been But some things have to be tested Lose or win i like your approach and what your mind thinks what's poetic. The analogy of the tear is poetic and yes cool too. and i took that and did this: Lo...
it was a really cool read at first. but the introduction or poetic setting in the first four line don't tighten up what's coming. i mean i can tell it's solemn but the details of this part which in a way are Historic (to the poem). i just read it again you can really do without those four lines. you're incredible when you're not being too abstract. the Vapors idea is pretty sweet. and the way it ends it so straight up what poetry is about, dat mystery, whenever you decide to make a new versio...
Cool! it reads and flows pretty smoothly. the one thing though, is the end. I've always thought that one can't use a narrator be omnipresent and then is just now realizing. doing the whole: i did this without realizing, is a way our generation communicates, it's one of does phrases. "I sit on my bed Concentrating too hard On how to use All the ‘magical’ techniques I have so diligently learned, The world around me Does it all naturally, Without picking up a book." it's kinda hard to explain, i...
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