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Today again,
bleeding fingers
and empty hands.

Oh, the ungrateful thing!
The battered green couch,
soft fabric stained with clumps
of dirt-grey hair, torn cushions,
scratched feet –

the overturned bowls
on the kitchen floor –

the open window
and the empty flat.

Oh, the silence...!
this unrequited love
Needs work, definitely. Sigh. Written for the Writers-Workshop 's "Dr. Williams" workshop: "Williams summed up the importance of concrete language in a phrase he repeated often in his work: "No ideas but in things." This workshop is all about writing concrete, clear, and striking poetry."
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I've been a deviant since April 11, 2008. It's been six years. SIX YEARS?!! I can barely believe it, to be honest. It doesn't really feet that long. Although I have noticed, sadly, that a lot of people I follow have become more or less silent on dA, whether it is because they have stopped art-ing or because they have simply switched to other sites. I've always been on dA but it's been "on and off", with long stretches of inactivity (I've always checked it at least once a week but sometimes that was only to look at a few deviations and clean up my inbox and then leave). 

I was cleaning up my gallery a few days ago, removing all sorts of stuff from the "Featured" gallery, so this will be easy. Five poems that show my evolution as a writer! (Because the pictures are fun but I don't actually see that as my "art" anymore.)

 


One of my first poems posted on dA. This is actually from 2006, before I joined dA, back when I found it easier to write in French than in English. Not sure I could actually write something like this now, anymore. I guess I still like this one a lot because it's still one of my best poems in French, since I switched to English not too long after. The theme is a little bit orientalist but whatever, I was traveling in (I think) Vietnam at the time, so. 



This was my favorite poem for a long time. Also, the beginning of a whole slew of poems about war and death and urgh, depressing stuff. I was doing IB and there were war poems in English class and a lot of depressing movies in History class, so...



This was me trying out prosetry and a more informal writing tone, after finding deviant hush-lullaby and absolutely loving her writing to pieces. I kept some of the freer rhythm in my later poetry but I could never stick to the more speech-like tone. I think this is also the period when I started using less capital letters in my poems though I guess that didn't happen in this one. 



So, I guess between 2010 and 2012, I didn't really write that much. Nothing I really like anyway.  In 2010, I finished high school, so I was first busy with exams and then with settling into university. I was adjusting to living on campus, and doing university work. Then, spring of 2012, I went to Seoul for a semester of exchange and got a little bit more free time. Not that much inspiration though...



2013-2014, I've been writing a lot more. Part of it is that I became closer to some friends who are also into writing and that spurred me on. I did a few challenges, played around with forms and prompts. Part of it is also that I had to write a lot of important, long school works and I hate doing that, and writing poetry was the perfect form of procrastination. This last semester, spring 2014, I took a creative writing seminar and my style changed significantly as a result. There may be a teensy bit more of an American influence (although not too much.) I also started being a bit more serious about writing and revising.

Here's a bonus sixth poem, my favorite from this semester.

  • Mood: Wow!
bulletproof. fairground.
the world is waiting for you,
forget to dodge it.
 
1. in the fog, the eye sees further than we understand. the body changes,
advances, relentless, cannot be stopped though the mind refuses, rejects.
the fingers, the elbow, the feet, in every instant, already tracing the future.
 
2. we try to carve a moment of silence
(looking out at the roaring sea)
 
3. a) you brought me here and
       I count the hours
    b) until we must part
 
4. some trees
grow on rocks in the sea,
their roots exposed to the salty wind.
rocks peel like rotting wood, dead skin
melting into sand. we are snakes
guarding our shedding places.
 
5. imagined stillness, premeditated interruption of our time.
our pencils scratch at the truth but time is inexorable,
invisible, like the wind buffeting this island, and we forget
only until it catches in our sails.
 
6. lie down. (let’s pretend) the world is waiting for us.
let your hair get caught on tree bark and your skin
scrape against the rocks, and your nails bend, silent,
and break, and grow.
the world is waiting for you
The haiku was a going away present of sorts, which my friend wrote for me as we were hanging out for one last time. I'm not sure what it means but I love it, so I incorporated it with what I was writing at the same time. Long story short we were on a private-club-owned island. Oh, Connecticut.

Questions:
1. Is the poem and the subject matter easily understandable?
2. Does the haiku at the beginning add or retract from the poem? Is it confusing?
3. I'm not really sure about the order of the stanzas. What do you think?

My critique for the Written Revolution: comments.deviantart.com/1/4589… on Royplayer89 's poem.
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bite– your– lips. linger,
expand, conquer. hurts
transform, ascend. to you.
put– me– down. drive my skin
out; too close, hold still. cry.
reason abjugates, scraps, rescinds
you. fall, crawl. upturned bellies, on your 
knees. flat. lower, lower. sink. 
involuntary flush. stones and
capillaries. grafted, spilt. stolen.
noises, reprised. thrills. gouges,
deep.
glass knives.
Ummm... not sure about the punctuation here. In fact, not really sure what I'm doing. This started as a filler poem for a little game we played in class at the end of the semester. (It's a fun game: Everyone submits, anonymously, two or three poems, at least one of which must be written by them. This means the other(s) can be written by a friend, a published poet, etc. We all read the poems and try to guess who wrote what. After a semester of critiquing each other's poetry, this gets really interesting, especially when people try to imitate the others' writing styles!) So this was inspired by another student's style but, because I was in a hurry, wasn't really an imitation (although it did fool a few people). The subject matter is... up to your own interpretations. 
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I've been a deviant since April 11, 2008. It's been six years. SIX YEARS?!! I can barely believe it, to be honest. It doesn't really feet that long. Although I have noticed, sadly, that a lot of people I follow have become more or less silent on dA, whether it is because they have stopped art-ing or because they have simply switched to other sites. I've always been on dA but it's been "on and off", with long stretches of inactivity (I've always checked it at least once a week but sometimes that was only to look at a few deviations and clean up my inbox and then leave). 

I was cleaning up my gallery a few days ago, removing all sorts of stuff from the "Featured" gallery, so this will be easy. Five poems that show my evolution as a writer! (Because the pictures are fun but I don't actually see that as my "art" anymore.)

 


One of my first poems posted on dA. This is actually from 2006, before I joined dA, back when I found it easier to write in French than in English. Not sure I could actually write something like this now, anymore. I guess I still like this one a lot because it's still one of my best poems in French, since I switched to English not too long after. The theme is a little bit orientalist but whatever, I was traveling in (I think) Vietnam at the time, so. 



This was my favorite poem for a long time. Also, the beginning of a whole slew of poems about war and death and urgh, depressing stuff. I was doing IB and there were war poems in English class and a lot of depressing movies in History class, so...



This was me trying out prosetry and a more informal writing tone, after finding deviant hush-lullaby and absolutely loving her writing to pieces. I kept some of the freer rhythm in my later poetry but I could never stick to the more speech-like tone. I think this is also the period when I started using less capital letters in my poems though I guess that didn't happen in this one. 



So, I guess between 2010 and 2012, I didn't really write that much. Nothing I really like anyway.  In 2010, I finished high school, so I was first busy with exams and then with settling into university. I was adjusting to living on campus, and doing university work. Then, spring of 2012, I went to Seoul for a semester of exchange and got a little bit more free time. Not that much inspiration though...



2013-2014, I've been writing a lot more. Part of it is that I became closer to some friends who are also into writing and that spurred me on. I did a few challenges, played around with forms and prompts. Part of it is also that I had to write a lot of important, long school works and I hate doing that, and writing poetry was the perfect form of procrastination. This last semester, spring 2014, I took a creative writing seminar and my style changed significantly as a result. There may be a teensy bit more of an American influence (although not too much.) I also started being a bit more serious about writing and revising.

Here's a bonus sixth poem, my favorite from this semester.

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Ho ho, merci pour le watch! :D
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hehe =D
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Thanks for the support!
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You're welcome! Thank you for writing! :heart:
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Thou art tagged, muhaha ! [link]
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bleh. =3
little poem coming soon! because I love how productive you are these days! (and because my papers are due in two days and you know, procrastination.)
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Ya, I'm productive because of procrastination too XD
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=D
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