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Legerdemain with words you are poet but you are blind to the blood, or the Middle East Storm. You write of your love, but not love of a beleagured cosmos. You are frivolous in many ways, publish or perish is your encrypted symbol or motto. You smell the whiff of flowers and write a poem not blood. You lap up what is shown in television and ape the developed, shopping malls and the Prime Minister's latest philosophy. So you will do anything ' to attend a lit fest, won't you? Yes, I did it, but now the ephemera of events bore me. But secretly I tell you given the chance, I will attend, so that my washy face appears on television. Poet, I will tell you one thing. There is no point in writing if it doesn't move the wind, the trees and charlatans. Don't expect rewards. Look for awards by hobnobbing and then protest. It is very simple. People like protests, especially from poets and writers. Do some homework. Go back to school and take teaching lessons.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Letter To The Poet
Legerdemain with words you are poet but you are blind to the blood, or the Middle East Storm. You write of your love, but not love of a beleagured cosmos. You are frivolous in many ways, publish or perish is your encrypted symbol or motto. You smell the whiff of flowers and write a poem not blood. You lap up what is shown in television and ape the developed, shopping malls and the Prime Minister's latest philosophy. So you will do anything ' to attend a lit fest, won't you? Yes, I did it, but now the ephemera of events bore me. But secretly I tell you given the chance, I will attend, so that my washy face appears on television. Poet, I will tell you one thing. There is no point in writing if it doesn't move the wind, the trees and charlatans. Don't expect rewards. Look for awards by hobnobbing and then protest. It is very simple. People like protests, especially from poets and writers. Do some homework. Go back to school and take teaching lessons.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
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