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I keep
mystery
on my sleeve;
peacocks fall as fuzz
from
pea coats,
but not mine;
I deeper ↔ have
pockets,
more
brittle leaves
;a
lapel that re-
pels every
fairy
it sees—
such is a fitting
garb for one
wanton
gyp - sy, as
happy as
he can
be —
yet,
tonight
I think
there
flurries, out
up -
on
the brink,
of
little th - ings
that
flock
and skip
and twink'
,
or -
gasmic in
their eve-
ry
tiny blink . . .
my
moth- er
took her
fancy in
the ones
with wings
,
mis - taking
one
for
Gabriel , one
for
Michael
or
a thing;
but
I know
there
more
to
these
than
just heavenly
dreams
(in -
duced by
al'manic
manner
of key
by
lite
of electric kite-
string);
for
here
I flit',
here
I stop
to sip
the rain,
to gather
whether in
throw - ing
off golden
feathers
I have
been
sane
to capture
ev'ry
meteorite
by
name,
down my
glassy neck
in-
to my
bottle-
frame,
'haling Heaven's
fires to light
my veins
(nestling
petals of
my
collar:
blackened
-
crimson
sash
for
shame;
blossomed
bat-wings
cuddle
g -in
in
svelte
sau
-
toir
torn
from my
br -im);
now sucking
d -own said
Seraph
-im,
I cork
my
mouth
and settle
satyrs'
nitroglycerins
to
fix
this
elixir of
stale,
sp -
ark - ling
sin;
I kiss
the cauter
on my
ch-in
and
then . . .
my
head
(my
heart)
—
bronze
eyes
in
brows
em-
broidered
in
—
the Earth
shakes
with a s -
pin
. . .
mystery
on my sleeve;
peacocks fall as fuzz
from
pea coats,
but not mine;
I deeper ↔ have
pockets,
more
brittle leaves
;a
lapel that re-
pels every
fairy
it sees—
such is a fitting
garb for one
wanton
gyp - sy, as
happy as
he can
be —
yet,
tonight
I think
there
flurries, out
up -
on
the brink,
of
little th - ings
that
flock
and skip
and twink'
,
or -
gasmic in
their eve-
ry
tiny blink . . .
my
moth- er
took her
fancy in
the ones
with wings
,
mis - taking
one
for
Gabriel , one
for
Michael
or
a thing;
but
I know
there
more
to
these
than
just heavenly
dreams
(in -
duced by
al'manic
manner
of key
by
lite
of electric kite-
string);
for
here
I flit',
here
I stop
to sip
the rain,
to gather
whether in
throw - ing
off golden
feathers
I have
been
sane
to capture
ev'ry
meteorite
by
name,
down my
glassy neck
in-
to my
bottle-
frame,
'haling Heaven's
fires to light
my veins
(nestling
petals of
my
collar:
blackened
-
crimson
sash
for
shame;
blossomed
bat-wings
cuddle
g -in
in
svelte
sau
-
toir
torn
from my
br -im);
now sucking
d -own said
Seraph
-im,
I cork
my
mouth
and settle
satyrs'
nitroglycerins
to
fix
this
elixir of
stale,
sp -
ark - ling
sin;
I kiss
the cauter
on my
ch-in
and
then . . .
my
head
(my
heart)
—
bronze
eyes
in
brows
em-
broidered
in
—
the Earth
shakes
with a s -
pin
. . .
Trinity...coming with the clouds of heaven.
"We are like clay jars in which this treasure is stored.
The real power comes from God and not from us."
A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice,
"Anyone who worships the beast or its image,
or accepts its mark on forehead or hand,
will also drink the wine of God's fury,
poured full strength into the cup of his wrath,
and will be tormented in burning sulfur
before the holy angels and before the Lamb...
6/24/05 (all dates important)
"We are like clay jars in which this treasure is stored.
The real power comes from God and not from us."
A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice,
"Anyone who worships the beast or its image,
or accepts its mark on forehead or hand,
will also drink the wine of God's fury,
poured full strength into the cup of his wrath,
and will be tormented in burning sulfur
before the holy angels and before the Lamb...
6/24/05 (all dates important)
© 2005 - 2024 thegingerb-readman
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You know you write in a Post-Modern style and use deconstructalism (Oh am I assuming too much?), yet you argue of Modernist truth and perception.
You have been defensive to everyone who has given you a comment, regardless of criticsm or praise. The point of writing and composing prose and verse is in modern society for others, if you do not want their opinion then don't post or simply state you do not want a comment unless it adheres to these regulations.
If you do not want others opinions then don't post or get a blogger make it completely private and post there, where it is completely safe from opinion and criticism. But the point you even use this website is because you want responses.
All these arguments are just attempts to boost your ego.
If you plan to write in a post-modern style with deconstructuralism, then you should at least remember that "all truth is subjective", or "there is no one universial truth".
See if this was Shakespeare or Wilmot, Byron, Thomas any pre-modernist or modernist poets I could understand your arguement, but frankly I cannot.
Learn to accept criticism, and also learn your literacy theory before insulting people who have tried to offer you help and encouragement.
By the way, I'm a friggin seventeen year old Australian English student and I seem to know more about literacy theory than you do.
Either learn the thoery or philosophy or adopt your own. But do not write in a theory without its understanding.
Also many before you have written with post-structuralism, do not think it is exclusivly yours. Also E.E Cummings is not a post-structuralist strangely, he was before the movement whatever he is I have forgotten. So don't refer to him either to justify your ends.
Otherwise your work is quite good, but you need to realise the relationship between language, metonmy and meaning. YOu have given a good attempt here to express them but overall it needs perfecting. This can be helped with literacy theory, try Bendetto Croce to get you started.
You have been defensive to everyone who has given you a comment, regardless of criticsm or praise. The point of writing and composing prose and verse is in modern society for others, if you do not want their opinion then don't post or simply state you do not want a comment unless it adheres to these regulations.
If you do not want others opinions then don't post or get a blogger make it completely private and post there, where it is completely safe from opinion and criticism. But the point you even use this website is because you want responses.
All these arguments are just attempts to boost your ego.
If you plan to write in a post-modern style with deconstructuralism, then you should at least remember that "all truth is subjective", or "there is no one universial truth".
See if this was Shakespeare or Wilmot, Byron, Thomas any pre-modernist or modernist poets I could understand your arguement, but frankly I cannot.
Learn to accept criticism, and also learn your literacy theory before insulting people who have tried to offer you help and encouragement.
By the way, I'm a friggin seventeen year old Australian English student and I seem to know more about literacy theory than you do.
Either learn the thoery or philosophy or adopt your own. But do not write in a theory without its understanding.
Also many before you have written with post-structuralism, do not think it is exclusivly yours. Also E.E Cummings is not a post-structuralist strangely, he was before the movement whatever he is I have forgotten. So don't refer to him either to justify your ends.
Otherwise your work is quite good, but you need to realise the relationship between language, metonmy and meaning. YOu have given a good attempt here to express them but overall it needs perfecting. This can be helped with literacy theory, try Bendetto Croce to get you started.