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love letter #68
cursing time zones
i regretted missing you,
the conversations
it's been a while now,
since echoes of long distance
voiced opinions to me
things never were bad,
were they
that we can't remember the good
or perhaps
they were never so good
it occurred to me,
you were upstream,
trying to find clear passage
between shit you, yourself made
there is not a point
to drown now-
after the fighting,
after the tremendous valor,
courage and obstinacy
you showed
the wry smile
as you watched me,
pen in hand,
cigarette in my mouth,
trying to be
Bukowski, Pound
Hemingway?
there is no glory more than that
is there?
it's why i want you
to write yourself in words,
get it down on paper,
doing what needs doing
in your shrinking world,
in your choice of small lives
write your words with
nothing to catch you
if you fall
Comments
Marie Marshall
Sat, 2011-04-16 03:48
'Bukowski, Pound'
Everything's coming up Bukowski today.
Do I recognise this poem? Have I read it before?
M
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Nah pop no style, a strickly roots.
CCfire
Sat, 2011-04-16 03:51
Um
One of my series of 100 love letters with some fiddling and fine tuning hopefully so you may have.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
Marie Marshall
Sat, 2011-04-16 04:04
Yeah
I'm sure it is a series I have followed elsewhere. It actually inspired me to write my (unpublished) chapbook 'Letters to Erinna'.
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Nah pop no style, a strickly roots.
CCfire
Sat, 2011-04-16 04:13
Yes that's the one
I remember you sending me the first one, the 100 I have from AP and now it's time to fine tune all of them and get some good suggestions, I truly am hopeful some of these can be published. Fingers crossed.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
Marie Marshall
Sat, 2011-04-16 04:16
I hope so too!
I hope so too!
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Nah pop no style, a strickly roots.