Sunday, April 1, 2012

A beginning out of a void.

Ok, so what we are going to do is: include all my writing stuff here. Not just game reviews.
Give me a place to put stuff down.

K: so the following will be a smattering of writings. Some will be about a novel I want to read, some just poetry.

Of Void and Earth and Movement

When we recognize our personal cliches
our chirping redundancies:
Do we shatter them?

Should I carve an anvil
from the mountain and
hammer such familiar words
into dust?

Or is it better to forge
and bend and twist the cold ideas
into something fiery new?

Fire is where I
like to live
where I nurse brilliance

Yet without quenching
all would be dull and brittle

How long does a poet have
before his life is either a
cold and bitter sword
or a lump of warm soft metal.

-MGB

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