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“When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.”

Poetry

Poetry is a Hedgehog

Poetic theory, as any poor twisted soul (all English students) will tell you, is difficult enough to get your head around without Derrida throwing in his two cents as well. 758 more words

Poetry

Its Loneliest Tick

It’s the intangible sensation that creeps beneath your skin, surfacing out, thrilling your nerves with unbearable chill. It’s the undefined emotion that sculls your fear through the waves of your mind. 184 more words

The Avenue

Find What you love and let it kill you. -- Charles Bukowski.

I recently stumbled upon a page where I encountered some quotes of Charles Bukowski. I had no prior idea of who he was. I was just killing time so, I started skimming through the page. 382 more words

Writing

Travelling With Bukowski

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”

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Life

Paying Rent With Poetry

What a wonderful world it would be
If we could pay rent with poetry

There’s nothing to write.  I’m hung up by the balls.  The stories come back as fast as I can write them. 

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Creative Writing

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from Living a Beautiful Life