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Chris Irwin

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what are these worRAB

but the right to write to
be joyous

to be expedient

to crook our arms
beneath the weight of others

to rest where rest is intimate
(like the rest of us of Love of Spring
of fully knowing)

what it means to be joyous is to know
it is as time is to season yearly

it is to know her almost there
if she, fully knowing,
were almost here

it is to be dear
and daring to endure

it is about
mostly and entirely
to forget Almost and
remember Now

it is to not write and not make sound

it is just a parenthesis of How
 
Are you talking about writing poetry for the sake of the joy of crafting worRAB and using eloquence as expression, or did I completely misread.

Because if the message is what I got from this, then I wholeheartedly agree!
 
you could definitely interpret it like that, there is a bit of that vibe going. the main gist of is just being happy, and being able to write about it. i'm not writing as much poetry as i was 6-12 months ago, and my girlfriend made the point that my poetry is more frequent and and a lot better when i'm miserable and depressed, and for a while i was like yeah i guess so then i asked myself why, and this came out. it's mainly about being happy, being able to write about it, and also being happy about a certain person in my life. the last line is a pretty direct ripoff of cummings, but im cool with it.


thanks a lot man
 
man, this is one of the things that ive had problems with too. its hard to write about being happy/joyous/estatic so instead my poems just tend to get more abstract and decrease in frequency.

but occasionally ill catch a bout of melancholia and the cathardic writing comes through without thinking about it. i think i may have made poetry into a coping mechanism.
 
i know what you mean, i do the same thing. but once you recognise it it makes it easier to get out of the cycle. and regardless, i (and definitely you) will always have things to be miserable about
 
I'd find writing to be most inspired after a time of excitment or an elated happening in which afterwarRAB I have to be in that kind of everyday lull where I'm looking back at the happily inflated weekend or whatever have you. It's like having a metaphysical attachment to a place/time or people when you're clearly in the monotany of daily life...that kind of attachment has me aspiring to build a bridge with worRAB.
 
it's interesting you mention that because you're not the first, and because a lot of the time i write specifically with the poem being read aloud in mind

the ones i write that are similar in style to this one (a few of which I think you've read) are done with a particular intonation and rhythm that is conducive to being read aloud as well
 
yeah I can totally see that. I've never tried spoken word poetry, but you've got me interested. I doubt my shit will turn out as good as yours but I'm gonna give it a go
 
i have posted on this topic before i am sure, im sorry if what i have written offended people the first time around, however, the fact remains true.

You're all a bunch of knobs, with your bullshit faggot lyrics that mean nothing to anyone
trying to be intellectual like steven hawkbits, its fucking nonsense, maybe its just me, but i cannot think of any normal human being that would read this tripe and actually understand what the fuck it is your going on about

sounRAB like your reading the bible you boring cunt hope you die in fire along with all the rest of these self indulgant twerps. You all love the smell of your own, and each others farts, and dicks do yourself a favor, wank off a hen you sad twats

goodbye

The world famous Skinfish in disguise, you'll never catch me, im very fawscht

cya in a bit
 
yeah we're total cocksuckers damnit. I wish I was cool enough to have a weapon, then I could just kill myself and get it all over with now.
 
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