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Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Poetic topics
Not to long ago, this morning, in all it's dreainess, I was told by an interesting fellow, who with an aged mind has the most brillint way with words and verse-
Not too long ago, when my hands were afraid to type a single line due to bad critique he sent me and email telling me not to give in.
Since then we have conversed on topics of poetry masters such as Yeats, and William Blake.
When suddenly out of the blue, the fast forming friend of mine spoke of ill feelings and worry.
He said to me. You have been kind to me, so i must confess, you have great talent and potental, but i squirm away from the blood and gore you embed into your poems, As a poet you have, the choice, to write what you will, and how you shall, but these images are not poetic in themselves. They creat loss and sadness in a world filled with beauty.
So comes my comclusion that, whereas every topic is poetic in it's self, you the reader can be turned into a poetic thought even, many things written in a poem, weither by the old masters or by new, are in his conclusions not poetic. I beg to differ on his kind words of guidance, but I understand his reasoning and ill contempt. So as my next project, as my next twisting of words, I will tell a tale of a fair maiden, living by the everclear blue mass, that is known as the sea, and how every day she does her task. Given to her by the gods, she is required to sing, sing melodies and harmonies, a rhapsody of sound and conjointed words, to calm the blue and swell the ocean. But she does not complete this task out of duty, no she sings of a lost love, one she has never known, and one she will never know, with her stone grey cottage and with only the wind and waves to answer her voice.
So thus is my idea, my beginning for a tale, to be woven an twisted with surprises not even i can fortell.
Alright, that was the end of my ramblings, I'm telling the truth, I did not simply write those words to only take up space, they are my intent and the recent happenings that may help me grow into a better artist.
On anime spiral I have Slowly Disappear posted and recently I gave my faithful readers a sneak peak of the second book. I only updated 3 hours ago and already i had another review saying that he/she couldn't wait until my next update, and to make it as soon as possible. Needless to say, Eh I was frustrated because I unlike many authors, actually can not type fast, and often times the story does not fall freely from my finger tips, no often times i must shake it out, so i fear i shall be spending several days typing until i have completed the story, About ten pages a day, by my calculations. Eh, joy. Welp anyways i must leave you with this pointless garble in hopes you read and gives me comments on my most recent poetry happening.
*hugs* bye ya'll
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