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May 26, 2007 22:54


The previous night, she had written at least seven poems, reviewed them critically, and then spat upon every one of them. She grasped and wrung each piece of paper so tightly in her hand that they politely succumbed to her indignation, crinkling into misshapen paper globes, worlds of inadequate words. Hands poised in air, a flick of the wrist to ( Read more... )

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epicgrandeur May 27 2007, 21:55:55 UTC
write a book please. i like your words.

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optical_out May 27 2007, 23:04:35 UTC
Yessss

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This reminds me of another poem irrationale May 28 2007, 03:23:29 UTC
The God
by Ted Hughes (it's from Birthday Letters, btw ( ... )

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Re: This reminds me of another poem _gauloises June 12 2007, 04:27:15 UTC
Nice to know some people still read Ted Hughes.

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_gauloises June 12 2007, 04:25:59 UTC
I'm glad you made contact. I really don't use Livejournal anymore. But I am on Myspace. My username is Four Apartments Revisited. As far as what to read, I don't know. I'm writing my MA dissertation on LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka. He changed his name to Baraka. He's wonderful. Everything written by Saul Bellow and Jean Toomer's novel Cane have had strong impacts on me this year, but I mostly read poetry and theory. What have you been reading?

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