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  • Tired of Being Exploited (8/8/2007 5:57:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello poem writing friends! I am currently writing a rather large experimental set of poems, the second of which is called [DENSITY]. I am requesting your readership on it and I want your gut reaction of emotion added as a comment. No it is not classical, it is pure raw energy stream of consciousness prose designed to evoke a sensation from the reader. I need to know how it affects YOU. I can take the abuse if you feel the need to lambaste the work, just please leave something... Thanks!

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    • Kk Walrus (9/8/2007 1:51:00 PM) Post reply

      Hello Jack, Your poetry sounds like it's right up my alley! I am more then willing to rip it to shit at your invitation...LOL Kidding, I can appreciate where you are coming from ;) walrus

  • Bryan Mahoney (7/30/2007 2:22:00 AM) Post reply

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  • Emma Whelt (7/28/2007 8:31:00 AM) Post reply

    we all enter life the same way,
    we all leave life the same why,
    your life will only be as gd as you make it,
    if you cry and you dont smile,
    you'l be alone for quite a while,
    theres only so much comfort one person can give,
    theres only so much sympathy one person can give,
    you need to want the help to appreciate it,
    you need to help yourself,
    only when you love you self can you truely love another.

  • Emma Whelt (7/28/2007 8:26:00 AM) Post reply

    optimism is the key to keep you smilying happily

  • Emma Whelt (7/28/2007 8:25:00 AM) Post reply

    Because sometimes this life is hard,
    its almost like a game of cards,
    not enough thought and you will loose,
    to much thought and you will loose,
    keep your chin up straight,
    and eyes open wide,
    not eveyone will be you r friend,
    watch out for the ones taht will pretend,
    they will hurt you,
    and make you cry,
    with no body to blame but urself,
    it will only cause harm for yourself,
    because sometimes this life is hard,
    keep your chin up straight,
    and your eyes open wide

  • Karima Astrid P Rookie - 1st Stage (7/23/2007 5:45:00 AM) Post reply

    I am looking for advices
    to improve my poetry writing

  • Adrian Merovingian Rookie - 1st Stage (7/18/2007 5:48:00 PM) Post reply

    Sometimes, I go out of my way
    Or push to far over the line
    Some days I can't find the words to say
    What I want can never be mine
    Things are just not the way
    They used to be
    It's so hard accepting reality
    Thoughts are reeling in my head, I can't explain
    The way I'm feeling is mentally deranged
    though I've pryed your hooks from my lifeless skin
    It tears me up to hear you pleading
    Let me in again
    Let me in just one more time
    Face value equals nothing at all
    In the blink of an eye
    You can take the fall
    I'm chasing a memory
    Would be better off if I could let it be
    Thoughts keep comin to my head
    I'm chasing a memory
    We're living life as if anyone cared
    We are born as one
    We bleed the same
    Though the song remains unfinished
    You hear the cries
    You hear the screams
    Try to shake it out of your head
    As if never unseen
    This is a puzzle
    Never find the missing piece from me

  • Charlie O Rookie - 1st Stage (6/24/2007 6:41:00 PM) Post reply

    The body breaks,
    and falls to peices in the tide
    it never seems like you have enough time
    but the days seem to go
    on and on and on...

    ....thats a little bit of a poem i wrote, would that be considered free form? i would love opinions on my poery, i'm just starting out and i don't really have alot of expeirience........ thank you: ]

  • Goldy Locks Rookie - 1st Stage (6/19/2007 12:36:00 PM) Post reply

    In all of his writing, Glassco travels with his gaze in 'the rear-vision mirror, ...' For Glassco, who conversed with Catullus, Samuel Daniel, Berkely, Thomas Love Peacock, and Baudelaire, to name only a few of his venerable companions, the past is not a complete stranger. For Glassco, home is where the mind has been. And his had been to many places. He presently recalls in A Point of Sky (1964) :

    From here the only way is turning back
    To join the links of casual circles leading
    Home, or somewhere else I have been before.

    Like other travellers before him, he goes forward à reculons. He takes home with him wherever he goes.


    Memory provides reflections, not warm bodies. The past still lives, though now by similitude only, as names and images in the mind. Glassco addresses himself in The Deficit Made Flesh (1958) — it is all the poet can do. His work is to harrow up 'a new-made ghost, ' a moving image of the dead life. Past and present, image and object, expression and thought are but analogies of each other. Between them, there is a silence, a great distance, since similitude is not identity:

    And as what they are for me, here and now,
    As the translated pegs and props, characters
    In the fable of being — infinitely
    Remote: I mean, daffodils in a vase,
    Sail on the water, sunlight on the grass.

    ('Hail and Farewell')

    Such is the tension, 'the darkness and the distance, ' which all translators must experience — between speech and silence, signifier and signified. It is on this middle ground that Glassco's translation of his own vision and that of other poets come together. As a maker of elegiac word-analogies 'caught / Between silence and the failure of any words, ' Glassco was ideally suited to the invaluable, futile, and costly craft of literary translation. The following words, as justly as they can, will suggest that he practised that craft with courage and skill, with a success proportionate to the silence and distance he came to evoke and diminish.

    from Compass of the Catoptric Past: John Glassco, Translator
    by Camille R. La Bossière

  • the poet Rookie - 1st Stage (6/13/2007 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    hi everyone, i would like to thank those who have spent their valuable time reading my poems. i hope those who have not will stop by my page and read some of my poems. your comments are very much appreciated! ! ! Thanks everyone and have a beautiful, wonderful and nice day! ! !


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