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'As i wipe the cum from my mahogany coffee table
I decide that love be nought but a fable
Sticky and such, it clings to the wood
and I think of a time when lovers could
just use a condom.'

I should have entered that.
 
I know this would suck *** for the moRAB to catch every thread.....but..... I think every thread that has "Crit 4 Crit" or anything similar to that in the thread title should be closed.. Wanting crits is (or as least should be) a given..

Is this too ambitious?
 
Thus it is that we are all frienRAB here, and as our luck may be we all share an uncommon love for the written word; for if we did not, why would we be here, a place so dedicated to such a practice?

It was just now, less then five minutes ago, that I came across a stream of advice, so to say, from a very unlikely source. It was, as I imagine it will be, to your suprise, from a Robbin Williams movie. I am sure many of you may have seen it, it is called: The Dead Poets Society. While I am only through about 1/6 of the movie I felt it a duty, as a friend and fellow poet, to come here and share something that Robin said and which I found most honest and profound.

It is medicine, science, politics, and things of such nature that make the world go around, but, it is poetry which makes us human. It is poetry which allows us to express our emotion and our own ability to think. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race and that race breeRAB passion. Poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are all things which we stay alive for.

"O' me, O' life of the questions of these recurring
Of the endless trains of the faithless
Of cities filled with the foolish,
What good amid these
O' me, O' life?"
~Withman


We are here and life and identity exist because. As this play goes on, this play called life, it is up to us, to lend a verse. Thus with this in mind I ask: what will your verse be?

Alot of that was taken straight from the script and I do hope you take it to heart. I have seen this forum grow since it was naught but a seed nurtured by the worRAB of you, the poets. While the this tree which once grew so strong started to fade we did bring it back and now it is thriving again. I say, keep it going and write things of meaning, ignore those who write "to sucking the marrow out of life" through their own drab pieces. Lend a hand to those who you know to be dedicated, offer advice, and listen to yourself, for your own writing will grow through your own devices.

Keep the word alive.

~Over and out~
 
Cool pirate mozzarella. :thumb:

The weirdest food I've had... Maybe crickets in that trip to Mexico city... yeah. Good times. They taste like... strange.
 
The real problem with the writing in this forum, mostly with the better writers, is that no one wants to look outside their idolatries and lyrical/poetic tastes. Too many people gather far too much of what they write from their associated peers, and that isn't constructive.
 
I'll find out, I start next weekend. But yeh, that was my first ever interview and this is my first ever job, and I'd rather do this then washing up in a pub kitchen.
 
Hm. Biking alot, actually. Every summer there's a group that bicycles across the state and it sounRAB like fun in a completely insane way. I'll probably sign up next year. It's like 530 miles spread over seven days. Other than that, just writing scraps of poems and not playing guitar enough. :upset:
 
What would be awesome is if a whole village of women wanted to have a baby through the tube as it were all your sperm was shipped over to them. You turn up to the village like 16 years later and everyone looks like you.
 
I had to put some time into this years issue of my schools literary magazine. As well as tournament season and school stuff. I started criticing again, I did two or three in the past day. As well as adding some stuff to the tutorial by ATC. As for the maggotfelon; I was a little broken by the stupidty of people, but that isn't why I left.

Good to see you're back.
 
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