Critical Analysis #1 |
# i dont know like 438 |
skyler New Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 5 |
reflected light, sweet the sound of the machine defeating the aura glow to full for words this is the sound of the great giants this is the sound for few ears. i sit at the chair of the first day. heat rising from the burnt such is my words such is fleating of hours to wait on these moments. a silliote come my way the arms come back in my pains kiss of succubus no i have been relesed long saught after by the under i am and you are the controll hindering my mind and all over me running with the streangth and passion pumping forward run far to know a foot from the face of all things. Here is the day before us burnt and dry for most all reaching for life for something better bigger even as the trees in their nakedness appere this breath i take has been breathed and recycled by millions before me i am secound hand smoke and this breath i take in to my body was the very one that gave you life as a child i feel you burning in my eyes God touched by you while lying in the middle of the road coming your way as i tear a butter fly in half I will never walk through walls we will never drive a caddalac we are the damned children of our depravity punching at sheets killing our parents as they killed us and birthed us at the same time .you will never understand my hatered for you succubus as i lick you wounds and press my face against your neck with only one intention i am ,sorry for what. i am as i smirk under neith my skin this machine pumps out hot dry word in to the air but this is the only truth i know. we are born the same way all as children and we die all the same way ceacing to understand the path life has chozen for us what made us this way? we are so wrong and too blind to ever see it to be able to reconize what we can do to make us right so we run and cause the wind to blow us back because we dont have the face to become the I am we will rip our lives in half trying to find the core trying to salt our blemishes running to near the face off all things but i remember your name your zealouse fingers finding there place in my back finding a softness behind my eyes a conforatble red and wax dripping from my pours i remember your name carved in the backs of alleys running from what I never should have awoken fool not to see the shadows cast in all things bigger and longer than we but know the opposition brighter than you and brighter than us and with this my fist starts to burn and the sulfure change tickles my nose and recalls your name you are as I was and will soon become you are there sounding the last footsteps behind me making love to you while licking the pavement and burning my eyes and tearing myself apart in hopes to get to the core I dont want to breath this recycled searching I dont want to run anymore from this pumping control confining my nerves let me sit again at the chair of the first day roaring at the world speaking music seeing music being music carving with my toung the formula to defeat this machine we call man and to understand the source of this reflected light. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Hey Skyler (love that username btw) welcome to Passions - and I must say you are brave posting for the first time in CA! I haven't too much time, so I will select certain things to say rather than giving you an entire critique. Firstly, I want to suggest that you go through this and edit your spelling carefully. Spelling errors always detract from the flow and enjoyment of a poem. As your poem is long, and written in a style where the lines continously flow from one to another, the numerous spelling errors make it a little difficult to read. Whenever I write I have a dictionary in easy reach should I need it - and I am ridiculously scrupulous about editing. (If I get caught out here with a spelling error I get hideously embarrassed hehehe). (Rem the defence vs defense Jim??) As far as structure goes: I am a freeverse writer myself, and this style appeals to me. However, given the length it might be a good idea to insert some breaks - to give a reader breathing space as it were. For example: quote: could become 'pumping forward run far to know a foot from the face of all things. Here is the day before us burnt and dry for most all reaching for life for something better bigger' Having said that I just want to mention my theory about what I call the freeverse myth: 'doesn't matter where the words are placed - after all, it's freeverse.' I firmly believe that FV sentence structure needs to be as firmly thought-out as that of a metered poem. Breaking up your poem into small sections could aid that. Even if you chose not to break it up, editing some of the word placement could tighten it up a little. Also, the poem's movement is erratic, following on from the erratic nature of the thoughts in it I assume. To make it easier for the reader to comprehend all you are trying to say section breaks can be a good idea. Eg: quote: could become: 'we are born the same way all as children and we die all the same way ceasing to understand the path life has chosen for us what made us this way? We are so wrong and too blind to ever see it to be able to recognize what we can do to make us right so we run and cause the wind to blow us back' I added 'ceasing' onto the end of one line because otherwise you have 'way' at the end of three lines which is a little too solid. This leads me onto the third thing in the structure...punctuation. I believe that in freeverse writing it really needs to be consistent to achieve the best effect. Hey - thanks for sharing here...I believe this piece has a lot of potential and would love to see a revision K |
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