Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

little poems in the now
because then
there is no then

or if there is a then
then what then

some kind of music
that plays in the head

poems play a different way

Always interesting paths of words
keep the truth alive, poetry alive

A real brain teaser
a lot said with little

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in the days before the moon became a coin no I mean before I flipped the moon no I mean after I read Rimbaud read Baudelaire no I mean before poetry became a machine no what I mean the poet lived in a cheap hotel with a small stash of books chased off by the dirty looks holes in shoes and pockets li...

The first time I tried to get high on pot I got two joints from the two hoods at my high school because I did not anybody that had pot or got high, the joints were seeds and stems I did not get high, the second time I got two hand rolled joints from a girl in my art class I went home and went in the...

Like this, nice.

Yeah I wonder what those memes really are, I thought it was interesting that a poet like Bukowski mentioned about not liking Shakespeare in a poem, he did not like a lot of writers.But who knows what he really thought about Shakespeare.

I imagine that meter which is a kind of straight jacket placed on people who want to explore communication through poetry that just mirrors diversity through taking words beyond the meaning of the word, or at least an occasional mistake that sounds different it is harder to just write without any at...

Are you talking about that tyrant on that Algonquin's table.

It is totally irrational to say water is a privilege
and this is why America is not great
that everything even the thing most natural
and needed to life is made into a weapon
against the people, Imagine if we had
enlightened leaders, not these psychopaths

the first time Jack smoked pot it was given to him by a jazz musician now his words came out jazz like he now saw the world through pot and jazz you can see it in his writing, you can feel it hear the jazz in his voice Jack crossed that line, into the black sound the pot opened up the sound and made...

I'm thinking about where I came in I always thought my first memory was in the back of my parents car crossing the desert in the summer in California at the age of three but in way in the back of my mind I have vague images of being in my grandmother's house in Wisconsin being in the attic and looki...

What did you just say, seems to contain such an enigma, like secrets the native Americans know. Space and plants that grow in it.

I agree on the iffy.