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>Produces the only good poetry around today.
Heh nothing personnel, kid.

>> No.17619591

>>17619575
can you post a poem to show us

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>>17619575

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>>17619591

>> No.17619613

>>17619605
How many of you look like this? be honest.

>> No.17619617

>>17619610
nigga it's sidewise.

>> No.17619628

>>17619613
I do

>> No.17619630

>>17619617
Yeah, sorry don’t know how that happened since it’s not like that on my phone. You’ll have to turn your head if you want to read it.

>> No.17619639

>>17619610
pretentious but it has good rhythm

>> No.17619644

>>17619610
I don't hate it I guess, but slightly gay

>> No.17619657

>>17619639
>>17619644
“Pretentious” and “gay” are what the plainbrains call ambitious.

>> No.17619666

>>17619657
you must be incredibly ambitious then

>> No.17619679

>>17619575
Titties are titles to be read both figuratively and manually. They are the most sensual form of Braille to me: I read their erect protuberances with all my digits, with my lips (that follow the taut signifying curvature of their tiny turrets which aim heavenward to the mirroring vast galaxy above, of which their contents manifest as an oracular stream of imbibitory consciousness to me--feeding my thoughts which flow onto to their carnal crests like waves returning to the maternal ocean from which we have all sprung, which is itself but a tiny cup mirroring the infinitely vaster galaxy above. Truly the Milky Way is the heaven-high sign of womankind, first even before that Lunar mistress of the Earth's, for from it flows the flow of time itself without which love would not contain within itself that vital sense of peril which, either irrevocable or circular, embodies in itself that precious evanescent droplet from which flow forth all the great rivers that will or might have formed a life: I speak of fate, which is the tear of Love.

>> No.17619684

>>17619610
seems self conscious

>> No.17619693

>>17619666
>”I know you are but what am I?!”
So this is the power of /lit/

>> No.17619694

>>17619613
I don't, but only because my mother forces me to go to a hairdresser and I had the sense not to buy those autism glasses.

>> No.17619696

>>17619575
I do discern this be the virgin Bit Coin of poetry.

>> No.17619699

>>17619657
No it's just a bit gay, I like that he made an effort with the form

>> No.17619700

>>17619610
death-eternity-moment-Time, very cliche, same with the phoenix line
could be an interesting idea, but the poem itself is too centered on these cliches, it's even awkward since you start with these quirky words that kind of imbue a musicality on their own only to devolve into meh

>> No.17619703

>>17619610
Ok, very funny. Quit farting around and show us the real deal.

>> No.17619791

>>17619575
Logo is superior to Kantbot. kantbot needs to lose weight if he wants to be taken seriously.

>> No.17619886

i want to cum in logo's boipussy while he talks about nabokov and the rothschilds desu <3

>> No.17619909

>>17619610
Very cliche, better than rupi at least>>17619610

>> No.17620623

>>17619610
Good imagery botched but over reliance on this and a lack of reality/nature. What I mean is the poem is so abstract it has no location or object. Well ok the objects the emptyness behind reality/the break between lines. Look at a Stevens poem know for being a great abstract poet (and has done poems about the ungraspably empty other side of our asymetrical reality aswell) and he still use's everyday items/familiar imagery and then blends into more abstract ideas. He was a insurance salesmen. Stuff like this while impressive seems just disconected, my mind can't cling to the familiar so it can be sent of into the abstract. The image dosen't form properly in my head.

>Asymmetrical nature
Nice.
>Then theres a stir no power enforces
Very nice.

Clever, I have grown to enjoy it more but it's no Stevens poem, but I might buy the collection and give the guy a go.

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>> No.17620646

>>17619666
kek and checked

>> No.17620653

>>17619610
The first few lines had me groaning but the rest is definitely alright, even good. Also agree with >>17620623 though to an extent.

>> No.17620667

>>17620623
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

>> No.17620699

>>17619610
I liked it anon, though some parts teeter between cliche and inversion of cliche

>> No.17621082

>>17619605
I kind of do except my frames are thicker, my eyes look a bit bigger with them, I have a stronger jawline and I'm balding.

>> No.17621800

>>17619610
It's fine but it seems like he's trying too hard to be someone he's not. I mean, you know this guy, you've seen his twitter, do you really think this is real? Or is it some type of farce, synthetically produced to imitate the poetry he admires?