Cram
This morning, the fog was light.
Crazy, it's like i see better in the dark sometimes.
If I was superman I'd be up on the fucking moon right now,
basking my titanium lungs in the void.
Last night, I feared my plight.
However, now it's with an intrepid spirit that this feeling climbs.
The dread that once controlled, my mind from ceiling to cellar, vanished.
Groping towards the new ME, an anti-paranoid.
Did it all at once seem, like the life was a dream
when laughing at nightmares was something routine
For now the worst is past, done
And from the many steps the one
what was the key to knowing how?
regret is nothing, feel it now
The soar was up, alien, yet vaguely mundane.
and the Cram? like waters blasting beauty where breathing is in vain
So, yeah I'll admit it, I admit I got a lot.
But keep it hush, cuz feeling this damn good can get you shot.
Crazy, it's like i see better in the dark sometimes.
If I was superman I'd be up on the fucking moon right now,
basking my titanium lungs in the void.
Last night, I feared my plight.
However, now it's with an intrepid spirit that this feeling climbs.
The dread that once controlled, my mind from ceiling to cellar, vanished.
Groping towards the new ME, an anti-paranoid.
Did it all at once seem, like the life was a dream
when laughing at nightmares was something routine
For now the worst is past, done
And from the many steps the one
what was the key to knowing how?
regret is nothing, feel it now
The soar was up, alien, yet vaguely mundane.
and the Cram? like waters blasting beauty where breathing is in vain
So, yeah I'll admit it, I admit I got a lot.
But keep it hush, cuz feeling this damn good can get you shot.
posted by Keenan at 5:19 PM
1 Comments:
Hi keenan,
First, I wanted to thank you for the compliments you left on my blog. I've read over the poems you've posted and have a few suggestions for you, however you may not agree with what I have to say, and that's okay.
First, it seems to me that you're relatively new to poetry. I'm guessing you've only been seriously writing for a little while? That's fine, we all begin, but this is a time when you should be reading voraciously. I saw on your profile that you like Poe? He's great, but he's not current, and there are so many wonderful poets out there who are doing some very cool things with language. I've complied a brief reading list for you (if you're interested) based loosely on your writing style that should give you a broad overview of what's being done in poetry now. It also includes some books on poetic theory. As writers, we must educate ourselves constantly. Just as doctors have to read medical journals to keep up with medicine, poets must also read poetry regularly to sharpen their eye. Okay, so here's the list:
1. The Triggering Town (Richard Hugo)
2. The Country Between Us (Carolyn Forche)
3. Words Need Love Too (Kamau Brathwaite)
4. All Around What Empties Out (Linh Dinh)
5. Wilfred Owen’s Collected Poems (Wilfred Owen)
6. The Captian Lands in Paradise (Sarah Manguso)
7. Love is a Dog From Hell (Charles Bukowski)
These should get you started. If you like any of them, but don’t know where to go from there, I’d be happy to suggest more books and more poets, just drop me a line.
I think you have natural talent, and if you read and read, and write and write, your poems will become more concrete and convey more tension.
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