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May. 16th, 2005 @ 04:25 am Greetings and Salutations.
Mood of the Moment: sleepysleepy
Music of the Moment: Beach Boys - Kokomo
hey everyone. However many there are here...
I've been here a while, really. But I haven't had anything worthwhile to post. Writer's block, and all that jazz.
So instead, I've been scrounging around for a few of my years old poems.
...I found two. I'll post the older one first, of course. It isn't the best, I know. But tell me what you think anyways? Or something.
Hi people I know. And others. Yes.
I am extremely tired.

Soulmate

I fear all that is unknown
My trusting heart hath turned to stone
I hate you and you hate me
How trivial these matters be
Diseases are as these things go
Drag you dead like undertow
A burning hatred inside our head
The demon's fury hath been fed

I love you more than life itself
I'd kill myself to give you health
Your words are full of disgust and scorn
The more you hate the more I mourn
Why can't we both just get along
Instead of striking with hook and prong
I wish you knew just how I felt
Then deep inside my heart I'd melt

As painful as these matters be
We stay together, forever free
- Thor
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Normal Portrait
gokousama:
May. 11th, 2005 @ 11:31 am Long long time ago...
I am looking for a book that I read a long time ago. I dont' remember the Title nor the Author so this is whats making it difficult to find it.

In the book It is about a princess who's father and mother is murdered by a necromancer, who happens to be her uncle. She secretly turns to using necromancy to avenge her father and mothers death and gain her station.

The mechanism by which necromancy is achieved is through an alchemical process. The necromancer either takes a drug made by another necromacer or perfects his own formula. Depending on the formula, the drug could give you power over the spirits of the dead forcing them to do your will, or simply let you speak and talk with them.
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temple
phoffman:
May. 8th, 2005 @ 06:56 pm i'm a newbie.
Mood of the Moment: accomplished
Music of the Moment: fiona apple.
I'm Sandra and I'm new. Here are some poems, please don't spare me and let me know what you honestly think.

Modern Romance and Sidewalk SingerCollapse )
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sandragolightly:
Mar. 6th, 2005 @ 10:43 am Butterfly
Ten oclock. Some bell, somewhere, rings out the hour in doleful tones. The room houses me quietly, the eggshell protecting my life and belongings from a world I suspect of being tacitly hostile. Restless abeyance cups me like fingers, like the fingers of a child would curl delicate and shaking about the wings of an injured butterfly. This is the feeling I have, incomplete without my flight, a pretty thing but only temporal: slated to dissolve into the wilting, late-summer grass.

This is the reflected world, a thin and chemical taste in the mouth of God. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that the span of time is real; of days or ages, weeks on weeks compounding the snow into glaciers that hue steep furrows into the mountains. Silent or roaring, bending pale-blue limbs around the jutting stone as the struggle to complete their millennia waltz to the sea. I was somehow trapped beneath this glass, again evoking in myself the ghost of a dry insect pinned into position.

I was not told that this was a part of the inevitable descent.

(cross posted to corbie)
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corbie:
Jan. 16th, 2005 @ 06:47 pm Ezra Pound
I have actually not read any of Ezra Pound’s work, which I shall try my best to mend, but I do have a quote of his in the endless library of my brain that I ended up digging through I bunch of old quote books so that I could repeat in properly. (Since I knew of it but couldn’t remember exactly what he said.) Anyway:

"The proper METHOD for studying poetry or good letters is the method of contemporary biologists, that is the careful first-hand examination of the matter and the continual COMPARISON of a ‘slide’ or specimen with another."
- Ezra Pound The ABC of Reading

This is the quote, including the capitalized words; that is exactly the way it looked on the photocopied paper that I was studying in a seminar class back in high-school. It’s one of my favorite quotes because it gives a little credit to my method and style of reading/writing, as I’ve always been much more of a scientist then an artist even though I consider myself a variation of both.

Studying writing has a recipe to it that I’m consciously aware of whenever I am about to critique another’s work. Of course, there’s a personal style in every piece, but there is also talent and skill involved and I suppose the only way to grow as a writer is to study previous masters of the science/art, become aware of the ‘recipe’ involved with a particular type of story or poem and then study your own work to see where there is room for growth.

And talent, of course, is where the imagination comes in and helps your writing essentially evolve into something that is uniquely you. This is probably more important then studying and acquiring skill since the last thing that I consider real writing in a copy-cat "artist."
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ms love umbrella
vayleen:
Jan. 7th, 2005 @ 04:16 pm Old Poems
Found something on the net I read a long time ago. Some of it is interesting, like the Succubus' Wedding.

http://www.geocities.com/mimir.geo/chant/poetry.html

I hope you enjoy.
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temple
phoffman:
Jan. 7th, 2005 @ 03:30 pm Ezra Pound
Mood of the Moment: dorky
Music of the Moment: Small musics
Lately, I've been delving very deeply back into the reading of poetry, if not the writing of it. I've been desperately clinging to an older volume that my father gave me (those of you who know me in life might recognize it - a slightly tattered, smaller book, hardbound, clothcover, light blue?) and peering through its myriad pages in search of the many gems I know lay within it. A segment I keep returning to is the selection of Pound, which I find more fascinating the more I read. Especially 'The Tomb of Akr Caar' and 'A Virginal'.

Is any of my present company a fan of this poet? If so, what would you reccomend (to me, and to the rest of the community) as representative of his work? I have have to waft down to TW and see if I can't find a singular volume to further my exploration.

Also, I feel that his work has a particular kind of darkness... a cynicism unique to some poets and much less so to others, even some writing on much
'darker' subjects. It's almost eerie.

Thirdly, I know little of his history... I hear, from my father, that he was extremely anti-semitic, among other things.
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corbie:
Dec. 12th, 2004 @ 08:53 pm (no subject)
You must know that I do not love you, and that I love you
Because everything alive has its two sides
A word is one wing of the silence
Fire has its cold half.

I love you in order to begin to love you
To start infinity again
And to never stop loving you
That is why I do not love you yet

I love you and I do not love you, as if I held
Keys in my hand, to a future of joy -
A wretched, muddled fate -

My love has two lives, in order to love you
That is why I love you when I do not love you
That is also why I love you when I do

Pablo Neruda.
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corbie:
Nov. 22nd, 2004 @ 07:47 am Inaugural Entry.
Mood of the Moment: groggygroggy
Music of the Moment: Mortiis - Mental Maelstrom
Breaking the ice is always a little difficult, especially when one does not have anyone to break the ice... too. But here I am, posting a banner to give people a little bit more information about what this community is intended to be. And to let the passerby know that it is not, in fact, abandoned... just fresh; a blankbook unwritten in.

I mean for Forward to Phlegethon (for Amenti Highroad, really... anything that I have named evolves in names eventually, and repetitiously) to be a community. I am, above so much, a writer. I value the company and communication of writers, and literate people in general. It's always driven me crazy to find a 'writer's community' where people just pinned stuff up to the communal board but no one ever said anything to one another concerning it. Or, alternately, everyone involved just stood around smiling like constipated idiots at one another, patting everyone else on the back and saying 'wow, man, that's so great!'. I like to have my ego stroked as much as the next person; however, realistically, it does me no good whatsoever. I post writing in public forums in the utterly self-serving interest of becoming better. I want more strength, more power, more hold over the written word. It is something I carry a terrible greed for, a vice that will remain with me until the end of time. The drive for improvement, the tacit, gnawing sensation that 'pretty good, for someone your age' is not good enough.

This is what I am catering too. Like-minded individuals, but not only. I'm certainly not going to break into art-goth poetry-snob bullshit with you; about how this has to be your LIFE and if you're not writing every day in your own blood you're not really doing it. Maybe this is just a weekend hobby for you, or something you've just broken into, and you just want to have a second opinion on a few things... that's great too. I encourage everyone, writers and otherwise, to explore themselves and the world around them through the written word. I place huge value on all kinds of sensory input, and I believe as much in sensory output. All the information we take in on a daily basis, with all of our faculties, finds outlet. Let that outlet be productive, let it be interesting, let it be seen.

Thirdly, this community is intended to have dual purpose. It is also intended to be a community for readers. I know that my writing stagnates if my reading stagnates. I cannot progress unless I am taking in new literature all the time. What are you reading? What do you think of what you're reading? What in the world of published literature drives you absolutely mad, for that matter? I encourage people to share poetry and short fiction that they have found on the forum (longer pieces behind a cut tag, for courtesy's sake) and I encourage people to read, and furthermore discuss what they have read. Again, this is not a place for 'I liked it.'. This is a place for. 'My, I thought the use of language was good but such-and-so writes with far too much heavy allegory for my liking. However, the whole bit about the yadda-yadda toward the end had me pretty caught up. Have you ever read blah by what's-his-name?... etc.' Discussion. Dialogue. Seminar.

Hopefully, there will be bi-weekly themed prompts for original work, as well as bi-weekly (offset, probably, from the prompts) stories posted (a 'short story' club; like a book club, but on a smaller scale).

I hope that this will cater to a niche on LJ and be a fertile place for people to grow in language. By all means, join and post, but remember that this is a place for communication, and it is a place for critique. If you cannot be, or accept, constructive, this is not your place.
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corbie: