poetry

poetry

At any moment, you know, your manufactured cool could blow.

At any moment, you know, your manufactured cool could blow.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A word is elegy to what it signifies.

A word is elegy to what it signifies.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Criticism is like politics: if you don't make your own you are by default accepting the status quo and are finally yourself responsible for whatever the status quo does to you.

Criticism is like politics: if you don't make your own you are by default accepting the status quo and are finally yourself responsible for whatever the status quo does to you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are all old-timers,each of us holds a locked razor.

We are all old-timers,each of us holds a locked razor.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word

It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Every poem I write falls short in some important way. But I go on trying to write the one that won’t.

Every poem I write falls short in some important way. But I go on trying to write the one that won’t.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

O rose, you look sick.O rose, wake up and sing.

O rose, you look sick.O rose, wake up and sing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them.

A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Therefore, since the world has stillMuch good, but much less good than ill,And while the sun and moon endureLuck's a chance, but trouble's sure,I'd face it as a wise man would,And train for ill and not for good.

Therefore, since the world has stillMuch good, but much less good than ill,And while the sun and moon endureLuck's a chance, but trouble's sure,I'd face it as a wise man would,And train for ill and not for good.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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