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    --Elite Writer
    Alias: Outlaw
    Name: Marc
    ASL: Edging on 27.
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    Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

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     Creation born from boredom and hunger
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     05/28 - 06/21
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     a certain kind of sadness
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    Thanks for the thanks, Marc. It's not only your poetry that is classy.

    Lloyd
    | Posted on 2016-05-02 08:26:27 | by Blue Monk - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Sorry to hear about your dad Marc. I actually got to introduce my grandmother to my first wife. I understand that feeling.
    | Posted on 2016-04-30 23:08:15 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    In the end, I don't really see a point to anything, but that's subjective at best.

    Really, it disturbs me to be at the point where certain sorts of practiced skill can only be defined by one's nation and one's government - Printed documentation casting this delusion that every individual marks a country's history, when really it's just a matter of tidiness and control.

    Not that I'm anti-institutionalist, but I have my days.

    And who knows? We may be growing out of this standard of specialization, as History only shows itself when it's behind us.
    | Posted on 2016-04-29 11:32:04 | by MyPeriodical - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    So... am I to feel flattered, that you called me a poet, or insulted, that you called me fickle? Hmmm.

    The poem was written in a few short minutes, and the description after. What I should have said is, should I elaborate, or just leave it short, and sort of open-ended? I'm always interested to hear how other people feel about such things, because although I am a decent editor when it comes to the work of others, I am absolutely dreadful with my own. Maybe it's because I write moments and leave the rest to chance. Have to work on the technical stuff, and maybe I'm lazy.

    That being said, I have been feeling conflicted lately, most definitely. Bored and a little under stimulated. There are worse things, by far, but dealing with my mind when surroundings are quiet is not one of my strong suits.

    Appreciated the edits, it does flow a bit better that way.

    Erin
    | Posted on 2016-04-27 00:24:14 | by BlankSheet - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Re: journal of 2016-04-22

    The philosophers are rolling over in their graves……..A meaningless circle jerk………Ha ha ha ha ha ……That's too funny.

    Bruce
    | Posted on 2016-04-22 11:33:13 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Thanks for the comments. You've illuminated an aspect of poetry (or really any art) I never quite considered, the statement vs. the thesis. I do quite like statements, though they aren't really arguments, like you said - they don't get involved in the this vs. that debate, they're not really in the public narrative or the stories we tell ourselves. They're just moments that point to something greater, if you can extrapolate. See the pattern and the final resolution. If there is one. Maybe i'm talking nonsense.

    But yes, images, statements, things that cannot be shaken away, I do feel like that's sort of the direction I want people to turn to. Maybe because I get hung up on so many of them myself, unable to find a cure for whatever poison or bit of shrapnel gets lodged in me when I see a dead bird next to the freeway or tiny rock climbers scaling the Rockies on a cold, sunny day in May. Explain the joke and it means less, somehow.
    | Posted on 2016-04-04 10:18:46 | by lukewarm - [ Reply to This ] -



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