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Life is not lovely.

Rather Nietzsche-esque I feel. I would not like to try and seriously critique the poem, since any simmering discussion would quickly boil down to more pertinent questions -- what is the purpose of the poet? -- without really achieving anything in specific.

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Number Theory Do you not see these things which are irreducible? Some things are not reducible to numbers. Can you feel the difference between A blue nine and a black nine, And feel how each is differently composed Of short flecks and warm curves? Then do you know the difference in each second? Num...

There is some lovely, tactile imagery here, and it is excellent how the physical is used as a spring-board into the metaphysical. The first two stanzas play lightly with the parts of the hand, flitting through rural images. The "palms" are soft, sensitive and passive, like the un-menacing ...

The imagery here is very effective. There is a lovely coalescence of the old and new, the traditional-public experience and the private. "The wheel" is made functional in its own right, acting in the first stanza quite forcibly. The "muddy spray" it brings up is evocative of the ...

Hi alex,[...] Welcome to the forum, by the way. Have you introduced yourself? Are you going to post some of your own poems? Don't be shy! Hello, thanks for the welcome. Thanks for the introduction; I would prefer to let my writing to speak for itself for now. Regarding my verse, there will be a tim...

First off, I rather like this. Let us not be precious. Let us find a fine alignment in our measures. I was not precisely sure of the imagery here, which is not necessarily a negative thing. It feels alchemical to me, as much as modern-scientific. I read "alignment" as both fine-tuning and ...

Firstly, I think this is excellent. The intensity is there in relatively few lines. Perhaps you could squeeze it to an even smaller and more intense state? Clutching a stone, my knuckles are pale. I hurl it into the lake; All I create is ripples. Should perhaps be a full stop after lake? Otherwise, ...

Viewed by Ezra Pound,
gilded phaloi evoke
memories of dawn.

The thick, seeping asphalt of the tar pits is viscous and inescapable, much like the dull, heavy weight of the words of this poem. It is in this slow strength that the "bones of hefty mammals" are raised out of their stasis. From the powerful consonance of the opening line, "preserved...