I'm so sad that people don't like Catcher in the Rye and The Great Gatsby and Shakespeare ( as well as some others ). I don't really know what book I would've read in class that I didn't like. Thinking back, though, we never really did proper reading assignments ( I went to an awful secondary school with an incredibly lacklustre English teacher. Perks would've been a very different book if it were based in my school ).
Uh, I didn't like Dracula very much, at all. I loved certain passages, and to be honest there were quite a few that I adored, but so much was tedious. Anyway.
truly, i appreciate this feedback. This is another poem, much shorter and actually a little older than the first piece. I um, yeah, thank you for the feedback and hopefully I can continue to supply something to read and consider.
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Untitled ( short )
your damn posture, you’ve wrapped yourself
a straight kneed hero, back strung
like hot gun glue, hard and you’re ready
to do whatever, you’re far too young
I read Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro yesterday.
A book about an aching repression to give function to humans. Much less soppy that it sounds, a novel about hopelessness and humanity and the steady but forthright decay of belief.
A ridiculous film — tiptoes an awkward line between teensploitation and kind of mindless entertainment. i appreciate that it wasn't made to really make one think, it was not perplexing, it was not to convey a message, but still — a bland narrative, "shock-value" humour & an insultingly misogynistic viewpoint. Terrible, exhaustive viewing. or maybe I am asking too much?
The thinking is, if I post here, maybe I'll be inspired to draw something today. I have been doodling but I want to do some full lehagansguasnh anyway. These are my pencillings. ok.
What a thriving wordsmith community you have here. i'm sorry for desecrating it with my awful un-rhythmic and overtly wordy nonsense.
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attempt ( Untitled )
i've not slept in many beds corners and glitches where i rest carpets stained and scrubbed up red ceilings hung and cracked, deep, and grey, and mottled lead
undignified we sludge and sled under the sheets of reels and flirting and peels, boy i am hidden in the cracks, thread. as much as i've been pled to,
and you know
the temperature drops and drips below, i am laid bare and empty — grasp this only, time's a given, a heavy hand can't feel the tips, a riot now, abbreviated scripts.