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soia
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I have the book of poems I wrote wedged in between my trash can and my recycling. It seems appropriate.
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guitar_freak
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A link to ones soul
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silentbob
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a structure a building a sky scraper of thought of feeling emotion created in a way to make the reader react to the poet's words, feelings, in an attempt to relate, to express, to be understood If sometimes the poet is misunderstood, the poet still remains satisfied
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010216
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mikey
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emotions fall onto the paper dripping off the tip of my pen relaxing is this moment i waver on the edge of insanity oh how can it be so tough to get a grip tears can fall maybe they all water the garden in my mind or can it simply be hardships taking on a new vision one which is tangible
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brown cardigan boy
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its that free flow transcending from my mind, the thoughts scribbled, except i like to type them. who ever said we needed punctuation. great poetry is about words right. fuck all those critics who tear down in one day what they couldn't do in a lifetime.
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arinna
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I do however protest anent the un spontaneous, and otherwise scented merde which greets one (Everywhere Why) as divine poesy per that and this radically defunct periodical. i would suggest that certain ideas gestures rhymes, like Gillette Razor Blades having been used and reused to the mystical moment of dullness, emphatically are Not To Be Resharpened -e.e. cummings
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unhinged
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e.e. cummings a.r. ammons jim carroll THE DEBUSSY LECTURE my mathematical friend subtract my life i would let you these devotional pains as sharp as a knife equal to times divided by the addition of this rotten mean in spirals of percentages leaking definite and concrete solid in the answers a proof of these obtuse angles of love 2/28/01
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black&blue
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those words that can be so important to me...yet so boring to somebody else
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anonymouse
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an explanation for ones life... the purpose of their soul
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silentbob
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or wordy attempt at that explanation.
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Miffey
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I once heard that all great poets speak only for themselves, and so I say this: poetry, to me, is a release. It's mountains of emotion, good or bad, that I can no longer contain. I write them down, for myself. Then, I can reread them and tell how I really felt about those emotions. Good poetry, like good sex, is never faked.
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020309
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misstree
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dripping chunks of soulflesh
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020309
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amy
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i can't much help it, but truly the epicurian hedonism must be a little off the mark, because the dalai lama said so. time to floss.
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lulie
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When music is added it becomes a song. Which is not always a good thing. Why? I sing out of tune.
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gja
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Good poetry does not err. Of all the poets I can quote, and, of all the poems I can recite my favourite unreferenced retention is this: "Between my finger and my thumb / The squat pen rests; snug as a gun."
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081030
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no reason
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"you don't have to be heartbroken to write poetry"
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090808
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Patrick_de_Belen Also, fun_with_google_translate (is this on blather red?) at http://channelawesome.com/googledegook-7-one-teaspoon-of-hair-and-a-good-man/ which totally makes a pop song sound like Gertrude Stein. Gertrude Stein's one of the most unique poets I've encountered, by the way. If I say avant-garde modernist poetry, you'll probably picture something very dense and referential like Ezra Pound's Cantos with all his Chinese characters and Greek words... either that or something more minimalist, haiku-like, like Pound again (can't escape him) with "In a Station of the Metro." Stein, though, is something all her own. She wrote avant-garde poetry with simple words, about everyday objects, and made it surreal through repetition and word-rearrangements, not to mention a good dose of funny. My favourite line of hers is "Sugar is not a vegetable" from the book Tender Buttons. It's true! It isn't! (Sadly.)
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unhinged
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poetryonbuses.org
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amy in red
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how could i write these poems without this lifelong hunger to do what i'm supposed to do? then again how do i know for a solid gain that these are the poems i meant to write for you?
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e_o_i
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(I like that, Amy)
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raze
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"he said, 'with most books you just read them and you're done with them. you can use the information or you can't. but with poetry it's different. it isn't like something that you use up but more like a house you live in.' the house he was living in now was emily dickinson's." — ron loewinsohn from "magnetic field(s)"
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220116
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raze
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"i think i responded so strongly to poetry when i first encountered it because it was and was not narrative. that's probably why it still holds my interest so completely. it is and is not." — catie rosemurgy
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what's it to you?
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blather
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