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Chris Guidon (6/18/2009 2:24:00 PM)
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Oblivion, Ill drink to oblivion.
A rutting alchemist just like the rest,
my potent breath warms their swollen breast's,
the differentiation between truth and lies blurred,
and my eloquent post modernist jive now slurred,
...so, dazed... i drift into the night,
head filled with romance, seduced by the city lights.
larkin taught me my moral views,
nescient i, ever obtuse; subscribed to the school of self abuse.
Now the smoky sweet taste of vomit brings dawn.
I write on the walls, the words 'Vacant' and 'Forlorn.'
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Kim Doyle (5/24/2009 6:32:00 PM)
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Not to be Anywhere Forever
Philip Larkin said in “Aubade”
but we are always in the hearts
of those who love us, though
we are apart. That is the place
we rest and are remembered.
That which must not be spoken of,
no not the name Macbeth by an actor,
gives the zing to the smallest of things;
the minutiae that makes up life.
Without death there can be no life,
no life without death. Interminably
biting at each others’ tails.
We all fail, in the end. Good Night,
Good Morning, again.
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"And girls you have to tell to pull their socks up
Are those whose pants you'd most like to pull down." |
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Administration."
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"And why was all
Your body sharpened against me, vigilant,
Watchful, when all I meant
Was to make it bright, that it might stand
Burnished before my tent?" |
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Deep Analysis."
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