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Username: | willtobe1 | |
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Member Since: | Fri May 4 19:20:58 2001 | |
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“Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost!” (Isak Dinesen, “Babette’s Feast”) |
Sealing a month-long deliberate terminal freakout with a kiss: In all creation it has been decreed that there will be only 3 truly great, passionate kisses. Since the dawn of time there have been two. How with words to describe the Third? |
A pith and marrow of it all... |
I really do enjoy writing these things... |
...plus, by reentering them for the permanent record here, I get to tweak them, as I am always wont to do |
Hearts were not handed over, but I loved the way this bit turned out, and there is love in it (if a bit spiky in spots)... |
Helpful hint: the object of "love" in this is the viewer of one's art. It's about how seldom we are loved for what we love about ourselves, or can produce without pain... |
Always, there will have been times like these... |
some soapy hopee for an unlucky schmuckee in kentucky |
This is the line; oh, this is...this is the line: "Now that I know what I'm without/you can't just leave/breathe into me and make me real..." |
"Waved" "Lines" -- bumped back... |
A curious literary odyssey of addressees -- her ex, his hopeful successor, a friend...anyone who would listen. |
bump to Body Surf'n |
I'm having the hardest time getting the "knot" to tie itself. (How apropos!) |
A'ight, Dahlin' -- this to requite your challenge: I've shaken the crumbs out of a 3-year-deep sack of artlessness. This little arboretum encases nearly every monster that ever outgrew me here... |
A needful torrent, unleashed in me by Misti's revelation of love-essay form in poetic forum. Believe it or not, this is about love, for are not love's struggles member to it's splendors?A needful torrent, unleashed in me by Misti's revelation of love-essay form in poetic forum. Believe it or not, this is about love, for are not love's struggles member to it's splendors? |
A fantasy written for a friend. Not the formal form, you'll grant, but its not without some distillate passions... |
snippet from the cutting-room floor of "Unrequitable" |
She sung me sooo sweetly |