http://brendan32.livejournal.com/2873.html?thread=4409#t4409

I was thinking about this kind of stuff and wrote a little poem about it (below) but thought perhaps it might necessitate a preamble.  I hope it doesn't sound preachy or anything cause that certainly wasn't the intention.  It's just me relating my mind-state.  Anyway, here goes:

If someone walks into a garden and all around them are beautiful ( Read more... )

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I'm sorry, what was that?
Oh, who am I?
Right.
That's what I thought you asked.

Well, sure,
I can give you the biography,
but that's just a history essay.

Isn't it?

With eyebrow raised, a retort:
What do you want me to say?
I mean, you already know the answer.

Don't you?

I am ... because of you.
Your eyes
tinted with life
penetrate me
and define who I am.

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I was in Hiroshima a litte bit ago and while visiting a museum, saw a wristwatch on display. Looking like any other period watch, this was significant because its hands had stopped at the exact time of the bomb being dropped. Certainly an important historical artefact. However, I soon realised that it would have been around someone's wrist at the ( Read more... )

http://briannacoleman.livejournal.com/2539.html?view=4843#t4843

So this week we were getting inspiration from the realm of visual arts. I'm not that much of a fan of this type of writing. There's just something about writing from the point of view of someone in a painting or perhaps about what has happened before or after the scene depicted that just rubs me the wrong way. My main gripe though spills from the ( Read more... )

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Hey Luke.

Having snapped the head off my 3 iron last weekend, I definately needed a chance for a more philosophical approach to this good walk interrupted. Nice approach to the poem mate, I certainly enjoyed it.

Take care.
-Chris

Comment on sarahrosemurphy's poem to herself.

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consonant craving

would Wordsworth wimper or would he wail when asked whether wonderous words would be welcomed by this white page?

could Charlemagne, crowned, conjure clever citations or cower from conjecture, coloured with corrosive content?

how heartfelt and honest the hymns of Homer when hyperbole is here honoured as heretical and hesitation has ( Read more... )

Here's my impressions of The Clod and the Pebble by William Blake.

After reading it, I began to think that I liked it. Its ryhming style was unlike any I had came across before (perhaps due more to my uncultured reading history than Blake's inventiveness - but that remains to be seen). I enjoyed its symmetry and the way that the reader does not ( Read more... )