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shadowed-lullabies:

#3 - light

shadowed-lullabies:

#3 - light

(via ubpoetry)

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The End of a Residency

audienceonvideo:

Here is all of the material I wrote for my time as the Poet in Residence for the Poetry School, including why I think the Internet is a good thing for poetry, what I think Internet poetry is and how online translation tools are being used to create new poetry.

(image: Steve Roggenbuck)

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Bad Reviews Come Every Writer’s Way, Gatsby’s Abandoned Children

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Bad reviews are inevitable.  Not everyone is going to enjoy our writing, poetry, movie, whatever creative median we threw ourselves into.

Bad Reviews Come Every Writer’s Way is an article posted at Gatsby’s Abandoned Children last year, but its relevance pushes forth beyond a date.

If you are putting yourself out there, in the public’s eye, in critics’ vision, be prepared.

Paulo Coelho said ”Wri…

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Some sound advice.

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Some sound advice.

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Writing prompt for those infatuated with Self or are brimming with Self loathing:

write a poem a day for a week without saying “I”

Offering

gypsiwind:

"I need," I said.
He looked, and then went away.
He returned to me with a yellow flower.
"More," I said, and again he went away.

He tapped his fingers against the glass.
I looked out at a garden
of yellow flowers.
"More," I said, crying.
He looked.

In the center of the garden
of yellow flowers…

(via thekitchenpoet)

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thekitchenpoet:

1THUD ., .., … .: clatter-knock, peal ‘n’ batter... ., …, … …-., … .. .. — Clash-conk, — flump… . (. ., …, ., .)..… …. bang.. … . tap-bunt!.. (. ., ., ., .);…, . ., … — whop! (. ., ., ., .); … ., … .…, …  . lash ‘n’ rap (. ., .. ., ., .); … … .… . — and slap and slam, … . (. ., ., ., .); — . ., … . . whang-biff-cob, andflail-lick-baste (. ., PROFOUND EDDY HURL, ., .).PS: how to perform - the poem is the structure of the song: - written words are lyrics;- dots are musical phrases;- comas are for stop-time;- dashes are breakdown;- semicolon is double-time break;- exclamarks are for ripping glissandos;- hyphens are for licks. 




2 Poems - Volodymyr Bilyk

thekitchenpoet:

1
THUD ., .., … .: 
clatter-knock, 
peal ‘n’ batter.
.. ., …, … …-., … .. .. 
— Clash-conk, 
— flump… . 
(. ., …, ., .).
.… …. bang.. 
… . tap-bunt!.. 
(. ., ., ., .)
;…, . ., … — whop! 
(. ., ., ., .)
; … ., … .…, …  . 
lash ‘n’ rap 
(. ., .. ., ., .)
; … … .… . 
— and slap and slam, … . 
(. ., ., ., .)
; — . ., … . . 
whang-biff-cob, 
and
flail-lick-baste 
(. ., PROFOUND EDDY HURL, ., .).

PS: 
how to perform 
- the poem is the structure of the song: 
- written words are lyrics;
- dots are musical phrases;
- comas are for stop-time;
- dashes are breakdown;
- semicolon is double-time break;
- exclamarks are for ripping glissandos;
- hyphens are for licks. 

Source: thekitchenpoet

"This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man (and all other living organisms) in the sciences. We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.” Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals. Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated “egos” inside bags of skin."

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

sometimesmy heartpushes my ribs
and a million bears come out.

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

sometimes
my heart
pushes my ribs

and a million bears come out.

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

Do what you likeand like what you do

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

Do what you like
and like what you do

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Nostrovia! Poetry is to blame.  

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Nostrovia! Poetry is to blame.  

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

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"Gutter pine needles pissing muck
into the moonlight streets"

- a dead wind blowing (via jeremiahwaltonpoetry)
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