

with no godwith no god, who will tell me where's my end? who will bend my light through cold, hard lens and burn an indiscriminate trail across a parched world? with no god, who will tell me when to wake? when to sing and skip, and when to be stunned into silence, stand in awe when to revolt, and stir myself to war? with no god, who may place a crushing hand on my rebellious bones, and force me stay, and punish my volition? with no god who may surround, encumber my brash smile, and make it solemn? who'll pave this emerald mile, drag me to slaughter, tear from me the day? how wwith no god


SolipsismSolipsism, that ever-present threat Of absence, of the black alone, of some Cavernous cage where echoes' echoes writhe And beauty, justice are idle inventions, Contorted ebbs and knots formed to dispelSolipsism
A self-revealing silence. How naked I am. How ugly.


Ex NihiloSudden and bright. Outstretch your wrinkled hands And unfurl fingers, grab at that strange sun. A crumpled god, a flame invading night, A sigh that sends the dull air shuddering.Ex Nihilo
You'll flatter placid bricks with your attention, Your black-eyed surprise.
Invent the world again, become, become.


the bum's birdsongah those breeze block tinted afternoons automobiles sighed their diesel scents and searched the lanes with moonbeamsthe bum's birdsong
the gremio wore his piss-stained pantaloons and yonder followed ale-whiffs where he went with fleas gnashing at seams
rover cocked his leg on the pay and display emptied his bladder on the warden's purse and shat on someone's jag
his chocolate coloured spiral marked the way sneering at the world, little lumped curse sneaks from a tail that wags
for the sweeping twilight coppers sirens busk upstaging the big-issue monotones


Of Mixed Descenti am an orphan of america the nigger, coolie, white, joint smoking youth the embodiment of the isolated melting pot i come from two, both of different worlds one, a mix of indian and african the other whiteOf Mixed Descent
i am a student of failed institutions forced to worship an aryan jesus and his father bound to memorize 43 aristocratic males my mind ejaculates dissent the sexual forces that be are geared towards thought
my parents became those shunned upon guevara, marx, carmicheal, newton, hampton, paine, anthony, trotsky, davis, rueben, hoffman, goldman,


Aural Devices: A Guide, Part 2Using Aural Devices in Poetry II: RhymeAural Devices: A Guide, Part 2
An Introduction: Why Rhyme?
I've decided to address this issue first, because I know for many people it will be the most pertinent. Why do we rhyme in poetry? Why do poets restrict themselves for the sake of sound? What can rhyme possibly add?
A lot of the problems people have with poetry is that it seems outdated. Rhyme serves as a mnemonic: the repetition of sounds imprints on people's minds to make verse more memorable. Because of this, before the printing press was developed rhyme (along with meter) was used to help people remember them. Now, with the printed w


Somewhere BetweenSomewhere Between the Dark and the DaylightSomewhere Between
I can feel it pulsating through my pillow. He told me that it would never stop beating. I think that it may be his heart.
I wonder how long it will continue. How long can a man live without his heart, much less a heart live without a man?
But he is dead anywayexecuted yesterday for war crimes (so the government says).
Smite the leader and the followers will scatter.
He wasnt exactly innocent. In fits of musing, he used to weave angry, rolling clouds of ether, which thundered above his head whilst he sat bent, in
| Hello. I'm =sonicbutterfly. I write poetry, albeit not very good poetry. I am most often to be found in the Politics Forum talking utter bollocks, although I may occasionally say something intelligent. You may have been present on one of those occasions, in which case, lucky you. Come September I will (hopefully) be matriculating at University College, London, "majoring" in Russian and Philosophy. Yes, I am a masochist. At this point my ego obliges me to mention that I got into Cambridge. I chose UCL - and this is really important, y'know, so keep listening - because philosophy, while in a way the be-all-and-end-all, isn't, y'know, the be-all-and-end-all. What I am hoping will happen is that going to UCL will make me a better person, whereas I fear going to Cambridge would have just made me more smug and neurotic, if it is possible to be both such things at once. It's 2.30am and I am almost certainly embarrassing myself. |
Hmm. I hope you're sure about this... Studying philosophy for two years has made me more confident that it is the be-all-and-end-all than ever before...
What I am hoping will happen is that going to UCL will make me a better person, whereas I fear going to Cambridge would have just made me more smug and neurotic, if it is possible to be both such things at once.
I hope I'm not causing needless regret at a point where you might have gone beyond the point of no return, but I really do feel obliged to tell you that this is completely wrong (and I hope you to take what I say seriously here because smugness is a very bad thing). The trouble though is that, in my opinion, Cambridge would have been exactly the place to go to rid you (or anyone else) of any smugness. Seriously. I was talking to some of my friends at cam about smugness one time, and they all told me how they kind of used to be smug and look down on less intelligent people before they came to cam (or: judged people by their intelligence), but once they came and were confronted by the fact that there were many, many people who would always be far more intelligent than they were, this attitude just naturally dissappeared - meeting geniuses (or something close) somehow makes you put things in perspective in a certain way, and it just cures you of smugness, and attitudes similar.
Here's a second case: Every now and again I go to Leeds uni to stay with some of my friends there, who also read philosophy. I sometimes end up discussing philosophy with some of their friends at Leeds, and it is in those situations, where I feel that I'm talking to someone much less intelligent with me, who won't be able to keep up with certain maneouvers I might make, that smugness starts to seep in. If you (speaking generally) feel that noone is going to catch you out for being an elitist twat (because no one is clever enough to see what you're doing, for instance), it makes you much more likely to be one. That is at least what I dissapointingly discover in myself.
However, there is of course a difference between what David Cameron would say, and what he would do.
This man, seems to be our next Prime Minister, though I don't particularly like that idea, I now feel I would like a general election just to get it over with.
I got your note and agree, btw. But I'm drowning in work atm and struggling to answer notes.
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Yeah, I might re register so I vote for an MP in Durham (Durhamshire? I don't know many counties) or I believe I could do a postal vote for where I currently live. I think I might decide where my vote might be more worthwhile closer to the time.
I appreciate the amount of work you are doing (or... maybe I don't). One last push and then we are free from exams until this time next year, and then the year after that, and then the year after that and so on
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I'm going with my parents, I did ask whether I should do it during the day whilst people are at work. How naive I am, the polling station is empty all the time.
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It's quite surprising, though to be fair, the wins and loses are not everything.
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