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AGE:
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LOC: Pittsburgh, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 21
LOC: Pittsburgh, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 21
I want to be a part of a general cultural reconnection with traditional structured verse styles, so that poetry may once again assume its place in our culture as a living art form not reserved exclusively for the angst-ridden. To me, inspiration without craft represents the same unrealized potential as marble without a sculptor. There is a power and a challenge in structured verse that calls to me, and I hope that I can convey that same enthusiasm to others with my works. To my mind, the best of poetry is as much the poetry of ideas as of emotion, unifying the logical and the intuitive in ways that are both interesting and satisfying, accessible from the first reading but offering even more to the person who lingers to explore.
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Sing gargling. Conduct with your pen.
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Dinner drifts doorward smelling of distant youth and ancient home thought long forgotten I have journeyed far and alone opened unmarked doors and struggled in biting winds that would close the mind's eye ere it fully opens condemning me to seductive sleep I choose this life thrust upon me by birth welcoming the violence to stand forth a man who remembers the infinite amidst the casual surroundings of another humdrum day But now the storm is outside striking itself in grumbling solitude A mome...
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Take a bite! said the siblance 'twill do you no harm it will slide you to sapience and make you a god Should I bite it? asked she as she showed it to he will we die? dare we dare? will we sicken or fly? Let us think answered he on the rules of our father our beautiful home where we never know need Very true she replied all our needs are fulfilled we are cared for and nurtured and cozy and warm But I'm trapped she continued I think you are too we are pampered and coddled besides being loved Th...
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Nobility lives in the upraised voice in the outstretched hand and the honest choice Gentility rides with a kindly glance with considered words and in true romance The earth awaits to claim us all but if we love before we fall The phoenix burns in passion’s glow to rise reborn to live and grow If we seek the stars and we cherish friends then the tale may turn but it never ends
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A builder labored, hard at work to fell a mighty tree. Another wandered by and asked: What has it done to thee? Why doest thou swing so lustily, to fill the woods with song, And end a life that reaches high and never did thee wrong; To bring to earth so great a thing that never did thee wrong? The builder, he set down his axe to seek a moment’s rest, And said: My friend, it dies indeed, but surely for the best. For where it stood, a house will stand, and in it I will live, What falls today wi...
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This is a decent effort, and not at all "shoehorned." The fact that your words scan to a defined rhythm helps them along and dovetails well into the message. As a matter of philosophy of writing, I agree with your statement. Also, you have succeeded in packing more into this very small suitcase than what the words, themselves, convey. While it speaks, though, it doesn't "pop," and with all of six words available to offer the reader his "ride," and all the legions who are likely to jump into t...
This seems to have nothing at all to do with "the creative life." The real problem, though, is that the questions begged by this piece are not the ones you want a piece to beg: you're suggesting that people should love a dysfunction, without supplying a reason why the question should be asked at all, let alone why you expect the reader to find the question interesting. An obvious answer to your question, begged by the question itself, is, "... because it would be like loving an infected wound...
You've certainly set yourself a challenge! I admire your intention, but despite your effort it doesn't work for me as a whole. The limitation you have selected leaves you with a series of one-line statements. Although it is evident that you want each of your individual descriptions to serve as a single brush-stroke in the painting of your evening, they don't interact or lead organically one into the next in a way that would allow them to exert the sort of cumulative weight in the mind of your...
It seems as if you are trying too hard, as if you set out to Create Art, and in doing so you are obscuring the very picture you seek to paint. Part of the problem in that regard is that you are overdosing on florid adjectives. Your ornamentation distracts from your tale, calling attention to itself instead of enhancing the reader's experience of the piece as a whole. You have listed this as a poem, but it functions instead as prose. It lacks the attributes of the poem: elements that may inclu...
About ten years from now, I think I might like to buy a book of your work. It is apparent to me that you have been working to develop your craft as well as your perspective. Clearly you have paid attention to the flow within your piece -- it moves well, and survives the "read it aloud" test -- and there is a refreshing vividness to your writing. I particularly like "death-golems." Your last line is a lovely resolution. I would be interested in learning what you consider your literary influenc...
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