Ezra Pound.

Ezra Pound was very... opinionated. He felt he could persuade others who had more power than he to adopt his ideas. He supported Mussolini, which helps us tap into his political standpoints. His poetry was influenced not only by his political opinions but also by his career in the medical field. But that's just content, which he didn't seem to care about much. When it comes to language and such in poetry, his opinions were:

"Use either no ornament or good ornament."

Therefore, make it sound good and work well with the poem or don't use it at all.

"It is not necessary that a poem should rely on its music, but if it does rely on its music that music must be such as will delight the expert."

Again, make it sound good and work well with the poem or don't use it.

"Behave as a musician, a good musician, when dealing with that phase of your art which has exact parallels in music."

Oh, I like him. He constantly compares poetry to music. He insists that no form be forced upon the poetry. Still, it is important to acquire something from writing this poem. Hmm.

Poetry.

What is poetry?

Poetry is the edited spontaneity that the poet digs inside themselves (without realizing it) to discover. The words go through stages of doubt and questioning in the subconscious mind before bubbling suddenly to the surface. You need not interpret these words in any particular form . . . poetry is not universal . . . but let those words take on their own rhythm and form as their predetermined backbone. Perhaps certain words were meant to go together, but you may do with them anything you like in order to portray your ideas. Poetry has a musical aspect to it . . . take that in a strong chokehold and let it command your poetry in ways only your subconscious can tell you. Tap into that subconscious . . . let it write for you. There are so many "movements" that have been conducted with poetry throughout its existence. Know them in order that your mind has a base of knowledge to ignore and/or play with to its satisfaction.

Maui.

The sky is breaking. The sun streams through the clouds like a bitter knife, spreading its rays across the Maui landscape. Prince sings in the background as the piping hot coffee burns my mouth, burning as hot as the sun above. The taste of a bagel lingers on my tongue as the taste of the coffee rushes to replace it. Sweat creeps its way through my shirt to show the world the effects of the heat. Coffee beans in display cases next to me taunt my senses like M&M's in Vegas. The breeze flutters through the palm trees, who shield the lucky pavement beneath them from the beating sun. People laugh in the background of my thoughts as my pen glides over the paper as I write this. Water spots on the glass block my view of the swaying trees outside dancing as if they want me to join them. So, I do.

Silence.

It's so quiet

Without your breathing

And your movement

Filling up my room and my heart...

It's so quiet.

My English Major

Hey all! I'm excited to announce that I've decided on a name for the editing site I have been concocting in my mind. Production on the site will begin immediately and I'll let you know when we're up! <3

Far Away

Am I making a mistake? I'm happy but scared. This is all part of figuring myself out.

" 'Know thyself?' If I knew myself, I'd run away." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"Far away far away, I want to go far away
To a new life on a new shore line
Where the water is blue and the people are new
To another island, in another life'

- Ingrid Michaelson

Don't Stop Til You Get Enough

Happy 4th! Though technically it is now the 5th here in good old LA, I still consider it Saturday since I have yet to go to bed.

Here are some clever uses of English that I encountered today. =]

P.E.B.C.A.K. - Problem Exists Between Chair and Keyboard

I.D.10.T. error

Why do they say you shouldn't assume? Because it makes an ass of u and me.

Hey, who is 'they' anyway? Let us all ponder this until they show themselves.

In other news, I've been on a Michael Jackson binge recently. R.I.P.

Good night, fair people of the interwebs.