excellent rhythmcycnetJanuary 28 2005, 12:17:15 UTC
the repetition of the question illcits the scent of swirling lavender touched beauty.
there are a few lines :
"Move out west where everything seems to settle, plant into the ground, and stay. Promise me a new life and I will come. Save me from the everyday daily grind of this old factory town."
that do not hold the pulse as quick as the rest of the thudding perfection of the poem...but they do not overall detract.
please don't let these angry detractors yabbering about your friend list distract you from your work, this poetry bleeds brilliance.. and those notes scream ignorence.
fools who do not want to expand, should not disturb you.
Re: my goodnesscycnetJanuary 28 2005, 14:25:49 UTC
Don't be so pretentious. I don't like his writing. I don't bother to read it anymore. I've asked to be removed from this users friends list. And I've asked nicely. That does not make me ignorant or a fool.
Welcome to the internet. He's entitled to add people to his friends list without asking, but those who do not like it are also entitled to complain about it on his journal.
the lonely rage against their own comfort, the dispossessed refuse themselves, and the starry night is left standing over the furor of centuries mourning doom to come... yet ignorence will always find a sty to rest in, for it is the refuge of the lazy, the uncreative, the willess.
agression spite and petty hatred benefit none, yet are much in demand. Yet these, you shall have no need of...like the wind needs not the chaff it spins into whirlwinds of delight... there is debris enough on the streets to furnish the needs of the one who hold nothing...
for all u angry people, have u noticed how he sometimes responds when ppl arent in a rage, and being demanding? perhaps u try to be civil, as its worked for others.
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there are a few lines :
"Move out west where everything seems to settle, plant into the ground, and stay.
Promise me a new life and I will come.
Save me from the everyday daily grind of this old factory town."
that do not hold the pulse as quick as the rest of the thudding perfection of the poem...but they do not overall detract.
Very strong work. A delight to read.
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fools who do not want to expand, should not disturb you.
I trust they won't.
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Circles don't end, they just spin more furiously.
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Welcome to the internet. He's entitled to add people to his friends list without asking, but those who do not like it are also entitled to complain about it on his journal.
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the lonely rage against their own comfort, the dispossessed refuse themselves, and the starry night is left standing over the furor of centuries mourning doom to come... yet ignorence will always find a sty to rest in, for it is the refuge of the lazy, the uncreative, the willess.
agression spite and petty hatred benefit none, yet are much in demand. Yet these, you shall have no need of...like the wind needs not the chaff it spins into whirlwinds of delight... there is debris enough on the streets to furnish the needs of the one who hold nothing...
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His ways of creating controversy by the simplest of means are simply genius. See how he already has all of you people in a tizzle...
On my part, I would love to know who Travelsick is as I am also one of the mysteriously added...
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