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Time and IntentTime and IntentTime and Intent
I Well that’s it isn’t it? There’s little more to say other than repeat the words that in our letters are now so fabulously overplayed. But the entertainment to be gained by mimicking fool proof tales, known to create delight in those whose eyes for leisure or pursuits would glance across the lines or fixate on the screen that do dare not pleasure fail, is great enough that revival is enjoyed, and not to mention marketable.
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by ~amleth
Thomas Chattertonif in my attic I claimed to find a pile of manuscripts— the lost texts of george gordon 200 hundred years ancient— and published them with his credentials and scholars touched their chins saying yes yes profound indeed, but it was later found that my pen had defaced the page (sentence: fraud: guilty: fine: can’t pay: jail) and from my cell I cried querrell, querrell, remember de gustibus non disputandur, et cetera, dulce et dec… cetera, (pretentieux)Thomas Chatterton
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by ~amleth
Happy SolipsismI think, how many people made me today? The leather-worker who made my shoes; the dead designer whose protégé designed them; the farmer who lives on pennies so as to keep my coffee cheap; the foreman who oversaw the factory that made my buzzer which removed my hair last night; the guy at the thrift store who sold me my jeans; the doctor who fixed my leg when the curb broke it; the plain girl who sold me my shirt; whoever it was who wore these jeans before me; the girl in the field who harvested the cotton that made my shirt; the driver who drove the shirt to the store; the tongue that licked the envelope which accepted me to collegeHappy Solipsism
by ~amleth
Hart Cranesilently stalking aliterations, devices enjambed into weapons mechanically fixed in cross sight waiting, growing older every blinkHart Crane
waiting. in steps a hart. gun loaded towards symbol, symbol towards loaded gun?
no rebirth, foal weighty beast.
he blinks, like a dear in gun sights, boomboom, boomboom, boomboom, crumpling down, falling antlers, falling rump, falling face, fell
eyes still open, vertically crossing ground, unblinki
by ~amleth
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- Current Residence: Manhattan
- Interests: Musicals, Poetry, Myself
- Favourite movie: Me and You and Everyone We Know
- Favourite artist: Carravagio, Magritte, Van Gogh, Degas
- Favourite poet or writer: Hart Crane
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