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As everyone knows, I suck at part poems. I post one or two parts and totally forget about it. I'll try to remember, I swear I'm not just lazy.
Part I Scuds of fizz flanked the tablet that you presented to me, squeezed between paled thumb and canary forefinger. It salivates life into my smoke clotted and absinthe smeared brain. You scotch-taped my wheezing cardiac system, sealing that rutted, muscled mass with something called a kiss; a square of gelatin-stuffed paper that lulled on my tongue and tye-dyed my mind.
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Աչքը ինչ տեսնար' սիրտը չի մոռնար: Attention: I'm working on college applications and visiting colleges, so I will not be as active as I'd like to be, and crit-requests WILL be answered, but it may take a bit. Last edited by apeva; 09-14-2007 at 11:40 PM. |
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"... she felt that she had learned something, though exactly what it was she did not know. Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself." -- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night my inbox is hungry for poetry crit requests
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This is clear and concise while still keeping your signature grasp of imagery, which is excellent. I'm sorry that there aren't more parts of this [and that it took me two weeks to actually respond ...]
Only nitpick: the final sentence/half of this part was a tad confusing. There are some weird things going on with the passive voice in the beginning of the sentence and it's a bit of a runon. Something like this might be more effective: "You scotch-taped my wheezing cardiac system, sealing that rutted, muscled mass with something called a kiss; a square of gelatin-stuffed paper that lulled on my tongue and tye-dyed my mind." It gets to the point without the passive tense or extra words, putting more emphasis on the images.
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Acid... mmmmm...
Metaphysical exploration is the name of the game. You need to make metaphors to the expirience itself to get teh message and connotation of the act through to people who can't read mind or haven't done acid. That is the majority of the populace. You have a good outline but need to spice it up with the above.
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