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Who am I?|
I have no idea. But I think I've got a binary vascular system and I love jelly babies. Oh, and I write poems and short stories when the mood takes; usually puts me in a sack, takes me to some forgotten barn on a stormy November night and forces me to write. I'm self-taught, so I still make mistakes though they're mostly minor.
Why do I write?
To take over the world and then... The UNIVERSE! Ahem, well actually I write because it's a rash on my brain and I need to scratch it every so often.
What five things do I like most?
History (British, Russian, French, German and Japanese)
Mythology (Greco-Roman, Germanic and Japanese)
Literature (Mostly anything pre-1950)
Things I hate
People who are famous for doing nothing
Reality and Talent Contest TV Shows
Mainstream Pop music
Snails and slugs
"To name an object is to supress three-quarters of the enjoyment to be found in a poem... suggestion, that is the dream."
-Stephane Mallarme (Parisian Poet of the Symbolist Movement circa. 19th Century)
Daily-Literature-Deviation (est 2 or 3)
DorianHarper's Daily Lit Pick (3)
lintu47's My Week Through Art (est. 2 to 4)
“Well, the final responsibility is mine. And mine alone. You see, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?” -- Fourth Doctor, Genesis Of The Daleks
"Can you hear them? All these people who've lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves, to you. Can you hear them singing? Oh, you like to think you're a god, but you're not a god. You're just a parasite eaten out with jealously and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow. So...so come on, then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you've got a big appetite, because I've lived a long life, and I have seen a few things. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe, and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time, no space – just me. I've walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I've watched universes freeze and creations burn. I have seen things you wouldn't believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken, knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze! So, come on, then! Take it! Take it all, baby! Have it! You have it all!" -- The Eleventh Doctor, The Rings of Akhaten</
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Each month, I'll be selecting 100 poems from a variety of wonderful poets to showcase in a special feature I like to call 100 Poem Feature. These will include a selection of 15 talented writers and 4 of their poems, 5 Literary Groups with 3 poems selected from each and a random selection of 15 poems that have caught my eye. Enjoy!
Poem Of The Day
Hi there! Welcome to my new daily feature "Poem of the Day" where I will feature a poem I really enjoyed for 24 hours or so.
My inductee for 01/10/2014 is...
With a two stanza poem about poets who write about pain and suffering on a regular basis and those who may not necessarily be poets, yet through a crisis of their own they pour out their emotions into a poem. An outstanding poem with fantastic use of word choice and a harrowing use of imagery makes this my first poem of a brand new month.