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Titanium turned into crystal and crystal into titanium, only the correct occurrence rusts the balance of unrelenting perfection. Epiphanies of oxidation nightmares of impossibility but suddenly a flame flares up unleashing visions hammered with images of corroded metal. At length, the fruit of one's ponderings are luckily produced through a sweaty gun-like racket, the smiles of a golden lady and the worthy words of the wise. |
I liked this, I have to take your word on the science of it but I like the thought that I get of someone working at life and using the grace of a good woman and the experiences of others to try and shape his own imperfect state of perfection. It does take more than a little luck too. There's a nice balance here between depth, the great imagery forged in the second stanza and simplicity of the last stanza. I liked it a lot. DB | Posted on 2009-02-24 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ] | Well, I liked reading this, but have to admit I couldn't make head nor tail of it. | With the first two lines you seem to be talking about something/someone going from strong to weak and then back again. The only way I could really comprehend it was to perhaps view it as a state of emotion. In the next 3 lines, you seem to be suggesting that a certain combination will break the cycle...or something... 2nd stanza - okay, you've lost me now. 3rd stanza - eeerrrmmm... In conclusion I would say that, while I do like the cryptic stuff, this is just way too over-the-top, as it is ridiculously obscure. I would have to disagree with the previous person's comments, as I don't think it is a good write. Sorry, just my opinion, but I do like to be honest with people. Cheers. | Posted on 2009-02-24 00:00:00 | by alexboy | [ Reply to This ] | My biggest beef is that you repeat the first line back words and first and second line. I just don't like it here for some reason. | The rest of the piece was original enough to keep my attention. For some reason I keep getting a picture of a brain with rust spots while I read this. Almost like knowledge is corrosion. The last stanza and its connection to the rest of the piece escape me altogether. It is cool it its own right, I just don't make the connection. Over all I would say this is a better than average write on this site. | Posted on 2009-02-24 00:00:00 | by nicodemous | [ Reply to This ] | |