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There's a new batch brewing!
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Just heads up if you're following (all [#?] of you, lol) #<5 at this point I feel. But who knows!
I got about 6+, probably more. And I'd say they're really promissing
Did I mentioned I'm going to publish too?
(Pick your favs, and I'll try and get them in!)
Your's truly,
ATrueNorseman
I got about 6+, probably more. And I'd say they're really promissing
Did I mentioned I'm going to publish too?
(Pick your favs, and I'll try and get them in!)
Your's truly,
ATrueNorseman
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Holy Carp!
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I can't BELIEVE that my last post was in 2010!!!
We will update you shortly, as the story progresses.
,K
We will update you shortly, as the story progresses.
,K
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poeTRY ... where art thou?
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Wow, I never thought taking my upper level philosophy and english-poetry courses, and some Bio-Chem now too, would instead debilitate my creative juices!!
I owe an apology to my avid dA fans (a seemingly 8 in total!, hurah!), for I think i only got out about 6 or 8 poems online this whole semester. A lousy 6 or 8 at that, am I right?
After a year now of utterly critical response and theory, poetry for me has become a tireless, endless grudge through a lake of editing. I need my poetry to be more "right" than ever it seems, and I don't have the blind vigor I used to pulling me through to the end.
In one way, I can't thank my teachers and peers enough for the daily fora of poetics and critiques and study, but then again where did my voice go? I shut up, so I could listen to myself. And in myself, I tend not to shut up haha.
Maybe I've learnt to really appreciate a poet who knows his voice; maybe I realize the voice was something I've never had.
But I'm looking, still. I'm very much a poet, still. Even in the cold dark months of winter. Just a couple more cups of coffee I suppose, yes.
That's exactly what will pull me through, yes, I hope.
, Matthew K.
I owe an apology to my avid dA fans (a seemingly 8 in total!, hurah!), for I think i only got out about 6 or 8 poems online this whole semester. A lousy 6 or 8 at that, am I right?
After a year now of utterly critical response and theory, poetry for me has become a tireless, endless grudge through a lake of editing. I need my poetry to be more "right" than ever it seems, and I don't have the blind vigor I used to pulling me through to the end.
In one way, I can't thank my teachers and peers enough for the daily fora of poetics and critiques and study, but then again where did my voice go? I shut up, so I could listen to myself. And in myself, I tend not to shut up haha.
Maybe I've learnt to really appreciate a poet who knows his voice; maybe I realize the voice was something I've never had.
But I'm looking, still. I'm very much a poet, still. Even in the cold dark months of winter. Just a couple more cups of coffee I suppose, yes.
That's exactly what will pull me through, yes, I hope.
, Matthew K.
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August 8, 2010...
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I knew it when my little mail-box said "108 messages" that I had been gone for a while.
It wasn't a slow collection of stuff that grew like dust under your dirty clothes, but the shout of art day after day. It was 108 of the best messages I've yet to see, the twice filtered, maybe thrice, fancy liquor that I bought way back when. Glowing like a prism in a mid-afternoon, my little disco ball--on a shelf. Yes, it's when I read 108 messages that I knew, and no longer felt, that "it's been a while...," and maybe I ought to open my eyes for once, in the morning, when the color of the morning-glories are their bluest.
When the click's of my brain are their freshest.
~~~
Miss you my dA homies! I've been writing! but I'm even more of a critic!! --still always watching you! and I hope I can deliver as well!!
~THE TrueNorseman
It wasn't a slow collection of stuff that grew like dust under your dirty clothes, but the shout of art day after day. It was 108 of the best messages I've yet to see, the twice filtered, maybe thrice, fancy liquor that I bought way back when. Glowing like a prism in a mid-afternoon, my little disco ball--on a shelf. Yes, it's when I read 108 messages that I knew, and no longer felt, that "it's been a while...," and maybe I ought to open my eyes for once, in the morning, when the color of the morning-glories are their bluest.
When the click's of my brain are their freshest.
~~~
Miss you my dA homies! I've been writing! but I'm even more of a critic!! --still always watching you! and I hope I can deliver as well!!
~THE TrueNorseman
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