Zahhar

• Last seen on Apr 7 8:06 PM 2008. Member since February 14, 2006.
• I have 2 comments, 273 poems

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• Creation at allpoetry
  They sprouted when your soul was new / in dark brown soils where
  confusion percolated down to nourish / tiny roots of sentience
• Labor at allpoetry
  Don't ball them up and sigh
  convinced of failure
• paper at allpoetry
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• on The Last Man by Thomas Campbell, on March 6, 2006

  This is one of the first poems outside my innitiation to poetry that really affected me life long. Since I first encountered this poem as a runaway on the highways of America, I've memorized it and even put it to song. It captures the sense of doom and immortality that I think most of us feel. How many are there who have seen the final days of our world in dreams and/or visions? Probably quite a few, I not the least among them.
• on Sunshine by Robert W Service, on March 2, 2006

  one of his greatest poems

  just checking out this "new" site really. trying to give it the benefit of the doubt, and trust me there's more doubt in my brain than benefit.
  
  this is one of the first long poems i committed to memory. in fact, i sing parts III, VI, and XI. the type of poetry service wrote is a lost art in many respects, and the modern writers of today who attempt similar thus far fail to add up to service's genius in content or style.
• on Howl by Allen Ginsberg, on August 27, 2005

  you're welcome to enjoy it. i've expressed my view of it (well about 1/3rd of it since i can't stomach it enough to read it all the way through), and this is a view that couldn't be changed with money or the threat of death or disfigurment.
• on Howl by Allen Ginsberg, on August 27, 2005

  judging by the way i see people flock to and praise such rambling raving pieces of chopped prose as this, i'd say that, although not all are alike, most are like. it's my heavy curse that i find i'm unable to conform and appreciate lousy attempts at "poetry" such as this, because all the like-minded rest seem to think that only such tripe as this can be counted as "good poetry".
  
  methinks one has to be programmed to take a liking to this stuff--i don't think it could happen naturally. since i have never had an education, and hence the necessary programming, i'm utterly incapable of seeing something like this as a poem or as the least bit praiseworthy.
  
  but, you and others are welcome to lap up ginsberg's mental vomit. i wouldn't begrudge anyone the freedom to ingest whatever emotional diarrhea they've become convinced is some kind of sacred soul-food.
  Edited on Aug 27, 11:09 because ''.