It's becoming increasingly clear that writing of any sort is colourless without passion - as is life, it seems. Passion is often skillfully eroded from our souls in miniscule increments... often ripped from us by the razor talons of conformity and the numbing spell of power-lust.
It seems that once these yokes are cast aside, passion engorges our veins with vitality and creativity. May you be smitten by her boundless wealth.
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I couldn't distinguish Yeats from Shakespeare - Wordsworth from e.e.cummings. Have no understanding, or knowledge of beat or formal rhythm... Never have read poetry much before A.P. - a bit resistant to do so now, for fear of creative interference... breaching of the shell of originality. Perhaps the time will come.
I write to purge myself of passion build-up - and always feel better inside once I have expelled the concept/emotions that form the words - often read and re-read the poems I have written months and years later - to relive the passion of the time..and inevitably I end up nodding my head to myself and say "yeah.. that's exactly how I felt!"
It seems that once these yokes are cast aside, passion engorges our veins with vitality and creativity. May you be smitten by her boundless wealth.
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I couldn't distinguish Yeats from Shakespeare - Wordsworth from e.e.cummings. Have no understanding, or knowledge of beat or formal rhythm... Never have read poetry much before A.P. - a bit resistant to do so now, for fear of creative interference... breaching of the shell of originality. Perhaps the time will come.
I write to purge myself of passion build-up - and always feel better inside once I have expelled the concept/emotions that form the words - often read and re-read the poems I have written months and years later - to relive the passion of the time..and inevitably I end up nodding my head to myself and say "yeah.. that's exactly how I felt!"
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My Poetry
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leeched of substance
limp and torn
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when that initial surge
of invisible power
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kneading reality's cause
into this inedificial pâté
19 lines, 9 comments, October 22, 2007. In Society
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Early morning dripped with the passion of African night. Lingering mist blanketing opaque images of rich-green indigenous forest. A valley filled with sense-stirring life; a na333 lines, 7 comments, December 22, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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Blondita on October 20, 2007Congrats Meneer Quill. Well deserved ! XX
