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AGE:
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LOC: Spain
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 18
LOC: Spain
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 18
I am going to be distant from Urbis for a while. I only feel it is appropriate for me to be focusing on other things at the moment. I will continue to have my work here, god knows why.
Perhaps this is just my way of saying farewell.
sincerely, A.
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Caught in the bonds of a forbidden muse, my words hide in pages, frightened. I have been forced a verse so beautiful it should not be uttered for with utterance the world might catch aflame. There is no license to collect the letters, scalding. I am not worthy of the title Destruction. I am not skilled enough to make of a fire, a lantern. But the Muse leaves me not at peace and in darkness I feed the silence and tremble.
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Where have all the gods gone? The poets have stolen them in sacks The scientists dissolved them in ethanol The philosophers have long forgotten The historians have them misplaced The theologians, if only to be trusted claim to have them locked up in cages. Allah exploded in millions of pieces. Artemis is hunting but all the deer are missing. Vishnu broke his arm, Xulu is bankrupt. The Ancestors have all gone to Hawaii on vacation. Buddha is hungry, Jesus is thirsty. A little girl prays by the...
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Ode to the Internet or, The Internet is a Dangerous Place I Cyber Chemistry You sent me a video of flowers breaking in slow motion; a poem by Lorca, resounding in electric pages. You flirted in semicolons and closed parenthesis. 20 new words, 50 grammatical errors, and a thousand sentences without periods written in disappearing ink which I touch, cut and paste to save in the bones of memory. With all of this collectionist love, interpretative, abstract love, I've filled a glass that glows sl...
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I sat me down on two good chairs and told one of me to be prepared. I looked not up but always down and imagined on me a subtle frown and I gave me white and to whom I sat gave also, black and to prevent a tie from happening I strapped a band so I could not see. The first I moved, glued I to white the second I moved was all too blind and as soon as I saw it resign, I took it eagerly with all I had but woe how could I both blind and not done the mistake I have. So there my king, restless he, s...
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Poems on the War with a focus on The Abortion of Christ or Adam, the founder of America with a subsequent moral; which is like an after dinner mint. Aeppel; LVR I Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet riots are red violence is blue sugar doesn't taste very good when you're dead. (the moral is there is no moral) II The bomb said to the little girl so, are you a virigin? III To bring more of that coveted global unity and world peace be a little more like death, and don't discriminate. I...
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very Romantic (in the literary movement sense). The repetition of "I remember" is a little bit droning, although it makes the images feel, as you stated "mysterious..." The poem has a good rhythm to it and deserves to be read slowly and with many pauses. The images are wet and easy on the eyes. The Final stanza was painful, it has all come undone! It is, in a way, a modern theme in poetry: the destruction of nature (although I sense that you are also hinting at an internal catastrophy which t...
This poem is masculine, intelligent, clear and interesting. The Monday after the Sunday is the fall from grace, so to speak. The wake up call that the rest of the week isn't a spiritual show, it is a life in concrete, with a real physical strife: such as Hunger. The reminder that our bodies have needs as well which a Sunday morning cannot satisfy. The mammoth allegory, Wonderful. A contrast to Christianity which, if I am not mistaken, doesn't speak of dinosaurs or men in ice ages, and many co...
"thou intruder of leftovers," <<lovely A Mexican dish of love, hilarious. Although some may cringe when their humorous poetry is critiqued like a sonnet, I can't help but point out the slow dissolution of strength/intensity after "Probably." The clarity of the image begins to waver, although the final line, I must admit, made me utter a brave "HA!" I understand that the "thou's" are anachronistic and purposefully pompous, but they are a little unnecessary, since the poem itself provides...
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