To find the right words without being absurd or obstuse or abstract;
To make an impact
without over-embellishing, painting and relishing in
metaphors dripping with gripping descriptions.
To ditch the pedantic, romantic, emotional crap; to honestly take a step back
and revalue the value of meaning and matter, erase ostentatious expression and chatter.
To utter it verbally leaving hyperbole out; to write about rather than flout
my particular, existentialist woes.
To reach out and grab,
through poem or prose,
the nit and the grit and the lickety split of humankind's mind before we combust.
To finally find
(as a bard often must),
The purpose behind this quintessence of dust.
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Sunday, 28 February 2010
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this one is really lovely, im reading it in bed and it makes me supa happy! i love you MJ X X
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