Category Archives: Poetry

Standard cute baby

True growth is in mutating standard cute baby becomes engineer who makes, tyrant who imprisons :- Doug.

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Throw us off the cliff

Magnify and morph Throw us off the cliff Teller, we need you! :- Doug.

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Teller’s two joys

Now I flow Now I radiate A teller’s two joys :- Doug.

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Magnify worlds

Make it large and demanding Magnify worlds O Poet! :- Doug.

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Fuzzy frees

Withhold precision fuzzy frees imagination to get active setting the peoples on a journey :- Doug.

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Defy like life

Not only your characters but your images and the lessons you teach all need contraries, subtexts, struggles, and dilemmas. Otherwise how can they defy like life? :- Doug.

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Challenge your reader

You need to be a challenge to your reader. :- Doug.

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don’t describe the inn

The work of the teller and the poet is to start us on our journey, not to describe the inn. :- Doug.

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Soon lightning

Nietzsche’s long-remaining cloud am I soon lightning :- Doug.

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Poet: your work!

Life must develop poet: your work! :- Doug.

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of rocks and cloud

of rocks and cloud what is their conversation? :- Doug.

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Shakes us

The poet’s image shakes us to invent anew while conversing with the poet :- Doug.

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You can always think

You can always think of something else to say Don’t :- Doug.

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Startlingly strange

Go beyond words through feelings, such as lostness, quandary, strength, to what is on the other side: to what first demanded to be said, to the startlingly strange. :- Doug.

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Finding our dreams

The work is finding our dreams. In reverie, exploring, expanding, growing, re-shaping them. Opening. Does opening a dream open the dreamer? Oh, to be a child again, dreaming the clouds floating overhead of a summer’s day! We can! We can! … Continue reading

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Image floats

Image, unanchored, floats Metaphor grounds us :- Doug.

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and bites

I am discovering (inventing?) that not only characters and plot need antagonism, pressure, dilemma, and sub-text, but so do metaphors. This gives them life and reality: we see ourselves and our wrestling with our ways. What is the whole metaphor? … Continue reading

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