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Ranting on Poetics
I will not write for other poets. They exist to ridicule each other, and failing that, to share inside jokes on what words are or aren’t clich on poems written in metered speech on lines that rhyme, even if well … Continue reading
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Tagged criticism, meaning, meaninglessness, Poetry, poetry, pomposity, ridicule, substance
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Passing Fancy
Having been notified by Google Alerts that a new service is available that takes your original website and scours the web to check and see if your content is found elsewhere (that is, borrowed liberally without permission), I give another … Continue reading
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Tagged criticism, deconstruction, meaning, originality, plagiarism, poetry, substance, theft, writing
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Morning Resolve
This morning I shall try to set my sights against the hypocrite that dwells inside me, giving pause to any who would praise my cause. I seek him out, this two-faced toad whose inner turmoil oft explodes in fits of … Continue reading
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Tagged hypocrisy, illusions, morning, resolutions, self-loathing, substance
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Chiaroscuro
Nothing holds a shape without its shadow: that place at the edge where the lines are rough and sharp defined shapes blur in a limbo made of innuendo and the small stuff that in shades of gray, fills up silent … Continue reading
Temporality
On such a tenuous and fragile thread, the tender stuff with which mad dreams are sewn, are woven all the notions of the head; their pattern held by faith and will alone. Each gentle tendril attached by a whim and … Continue reading