tnx for the welcomeOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Welcome to DPS (S) expiring poet,
So are you participating in the competition?
thanks for your feedback...yeah, i've got alot to work on. The difficulty for me is finding a unique expression or style that i can call my own.Originally posted by Master -_-:ur poem is a bit cliche'.....
well, to each his own
well, the journey is only a small step for me.. i have yet to attain the "nirvana" of literature...though i enjoy writing immensely...Originally posted by expiringpoet:thanks for your feedback...yeah, i've got alot to work on. The difficulty for me is finding a unique expression or style that i can call my own.
wow 0.1%? better than nothing lahOriginally posted by Master -_-:I actually have 0.1% of Thai royalty in me
Don't worry lah.Originally posted by expiringpoet:but to join the competition; frankly i dont think my ideas are good enough or i'm quite "there" yet. for the meantime, suffice to just enjoy the works of others here
Thanks for the recommendations - i'll be sure to check it out. And yes, Gilbert Koh's poems are simply inspirationalOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Hello expiringpoet,
I highly recommend you these three books,
1) Western Wind, An Introduction to Poetry, Fourth Edition, by John Frederick Nims & David Mason
2) The PoetÂ’s Companion, A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry by Kim Addonizio & Dorianne Laux
3) Best Words, Best Order, Essays on Poetry, Second Edition, by Stephen Dobyns
Check out Gilbert KohÂ’s blog The ReaderÂ’s Eye. You will love it.
Just a couple of comments --Originally posted by expiringpoet:
I'd love to own an Olivetti, but I am sixty years too late.Now that most of our writing's done from the computer, the images and associations formed have become remarkably similar, don't ya think?
So I raise a silver screen instead, who raises a pixelated brow
in finesse, and sneers at fickle filamental thought.
No longer content with waiting, he seeks pleasure with static.
Even grown-up words have ceased to make sense.
Adjectives like "staunch" and "profound" easily twist
themselves into dyslexic cameos, stilted and profane.
Elsewhere a bohemian crowd breaks gamely in song.
I shut it off, choosing to let restless hunger feed off
professional fear. It drips stealthily from unsteady fingers.
Raucuous twenty-somethings laugh and jeer, not caring
that I have wrapped myself in a wet, sweat blanket,
that I tremble as a gut-chill pierces the base of my spine,
and lingers in a needling pulsing shock.
For me, I whisper, for me, for me , for me,
over and over again as I will silent fingers to speak.
Where inspiration breaks apart chunnelling pistons,
and resets tousled junctions in delicate silicon circuits,
my dead calm lover evades. Coyly, I chase her in a labyrinth.
I'd love to own an Olivetti, but I am sixty years too late.I really like this, the imageries you've used is strong; particulary the second verse para..i love the line about the "restless hunger feeding off " the fear...
So I raise a silver screen instead, who raises a pixelated brow
in finesse, and sneers at fickle filamental thought.
No longer content with waiting, he seeks pleasure with static.
Even grown-up words have ceased to make sense.
Adjectives like "staunch" and "profound" easily twist
themselves into dyslexic cameos, stilted and profane.
Elsewhere a bohemian crowd breaks gamely in song.
I shut it off, choosing to let restless hunger feed off
professional fear. It drips stealthily from unsteady fingers.
Raucuous twenty-somethings laugh and jeer, not caring
that I have wrapped myself in a wet, sweat blanket,
that I tremble as a gut-chill pierces the base of my spine,
and lingers in a needling pulsing shock.
For me, I whisper, for me, for me , for me,
over and over again as I will silent fingers to speak.
Where inspiration breaks apart chunnelling pistons,
and resets tousled junctions in delicate silicon circuits,
my dead calm lover evades. Coyly, I chase her in a labyrinth.
Ha. What happens when you leave your keyboard untouched for too long? A screensaver appears. That aside, I wanted to show how the screen mocks the writer's impotence by consorting with the enemy, in this instance, static -- which a natural state - as opposed to the writer's unnatural inability to produce work.Originally posted by expiringpoet:I really like this, the imageries you've used is strong; particulary the second verse para..i love the line about the "restless hunger feeding off " the fear...
i'm not so sure about the phrase"seeks pleasure with static"? Cant figure that one out.
interesting thots! i'm waiting to read more of your worksOriginally posted by peebrain:Ha. What happens when you leave your keyboard untouched for too long? A screensaver appears. That aside, I wanted to show how the screen mocks the writer's impotence by consorting with the enemy, in this instance, static -- which a natural state - as opposed to the writer's unnatural inability to produce work.
You will need at least a week to read all the poems in her blog.Originally posted by expiringpoet:interesting thots! i'm waiting to read more of your works
hmm...some people it seems dont have any issues with ideas and writing, unlike me...sigh.Originally posted by DeadPoet:You will need at least a week to read all the poems in her blog.
Hee hee your reply tells me that youÂ’ve not read my other blog.Originally posted by expiringpoet:hmm...some people it seems dont have any issues with ideas and writing, unlike me...sigh.
Ok, good news is - i have finished reading all of gilbert koh's as well as dsnake's...i'm halfway thru bluesky's as well as yours DP. I think i must have read thru Readersye at least twice..haha!
So i guess i do have the time to read thru peebrain's
peebrain, how do i get to your blog?