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i'm no poet,
i'm just teeming with words
fenced in like cattle
a voluminous herd
dying to be heard
i'm just teeming with words
fenced in like cattle
a voluminous herd
dying to be heard
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Last Hug | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
used to be | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
Ugly Side | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
Untitled | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
OFF THE TOP | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
Mind Company | 3 | 05/07/2009 |
HOMO ILLUMINOUS | 0 | 04/20/2009 |
peace | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
the city | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
reborn | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
hangover | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
projection | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
a glimpse | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
rise and fall of man | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
insomnia | 1 | 03/29/2009 |
offspring | 0 | 03/29/2009 |
"sentencing day" | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
untitled | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
"prose......" | 0 | 02/12/2009 |
"Shhhhhh Juslisten" | 4 | 02/11/2009 |
untitled | 0 | 02/08/2009 |
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