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    Name: Craig O Reilly
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    Journal:
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    Mood: The Usual
      
    Jack Kerouac,
    Under a pine tree
    Is trying to make love
    To the empty mountains.
    It’s true he sees knowing
    Like some silly older brother,
    Stems from knowing nothing really:
    “There’s nothing to be afraid of
    and nothing to be glad about.”
    That’s his golden emptiness.

    And chilled on-edge trying to drown
    Out the semblance of emptiness,
    I ring myself in remembrance;

    You see I was shown a map last night,
    And with the primal terror of a child
    I saw bangs falling into bangs,
    And the great ground swell coming back
    And all of this sustained by pulse,
    Pulse which would scoop you up in a wave
    Try as you might,
    To sit alone under a pine tree,

    And It forbade you from saying profound words
    To empty people, or nothing at all
    After all your words can’t be taken back
    There they are striving,
    Only to be a little more child-like.


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    I enjoyed the lines from your poem. Will definitely make a point of hunting that out because I do feel there was an affinity between the two. Your poetry seems hard to grasp, like if we were robots staring at a sunset that might be an uninteresting - non arresting set of data but when we add that human aspect it becomes a whole other thing. The things that lit you up, the things that scarred you, the intrusion, confusion of now. where is never one place, just as what is never one understanding. Interesting too that you might think me smarter or more industrious/careful than I am: bose is a brand of music speaker but I did enjoy the parallels and how it might better or more richly been intended. :)
    | Posted on 2017-11-04 07:35:44 | by Daniel Barlow - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    i should probably state that the music would be more on the ballad side and not hillbilly stomping. melancholic. like there is always a whistfulness or a bit of a heart tug thing going on.

    i suppose what i like most is how you word things, the verbiage. maybe it's the irish. or something like that. lord knows i am just a jersey girl who uses the f word or mf word nore than amything.

    anyway, the below is bluesgrassyish. but kinda what i mean.




    | Posted on 2017-07-21 11:32:26 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    i should probably state that the music would be more on the ballad side and not hillbilly stomping. melancholic. like there is always a whistfulness or a bit of a heart tug thing going on.

    i suppose what i like most is how you word things, the verbiage. maybe it's the irish. or something like that. lord knows i am just a jersey girl who uses the f word or mf word nore than amything.

    anyway, the below is bluesgrassyish. but kinda what i mean.


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v= /l7JlNrkRFKs

    | Posted on 2017-07-21 11:26:32 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Hey Craig. Msg received. Msg appreciated. Just had 9 days off so going back to work my body feels like it got beat by a stick. Trying to make an early night of it. You're a good guy. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.
    | Posted on 2017-07-20 20:17:23 | by Daniel Barlow - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Hard to tell, i guess, with my titles but the g in god is not capitalized so it's more like a summation.

    oh god with the oh left off. god! you know how that feels.
    | Posted on 2017-07-18 20:37:25 | by Daniel Barlow - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    | Posted on 2017-07-18 20:31:42 | by Daniel Barlow - [ Reply to This ] -



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