Tagged: Poetry

But on paper, things can live forever

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child. Vladimir Nabokov NEWS ALERT 👮‍♂️ I wrote it today, after conversation with Will – writersenvy.me blog  and Libre Paley – How LONG is this going to take? Yesterday I told Will that I’m probably going to kill my narrator 😂 and he said it would be fun to watch how he/or she (in my case – she) would shut up in the...

Book Review “Small Town Kid” (memoir/poetry), Frank Prem

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.” John Banville From the dark, cold and tangled branches emerges a butterfly… called Ray. Where he’d go with a new set of wings? Haha To the book of inspiration, memories, radiating energy, harmony, joy of childhood, humour, change, ache and truth – “Small Town Kid” by Frank Prem. The book overflows with warm descriptions of mcalpine’s cherries, the laws of football, the dangerous mystery of night, the ideal...

Ape and God

(a poem by Poetic Murderer)  An ape once in the jungle Awoke to a weird question “What is life”, it thought, And instantly was human. In many ways an ape still It copied things it saw, And sought to understand Their bizarre nature. Inventing fire as to burn Bright like the midday sun; Tools sharp as tiger’s claws And boats to roam the seas. Not satisfied with its creations The ape went on a journey And,...

Book Review “Colder: A Collection of Poetry & Prose”, River Dixon

Winter. Somewhere in North Dakota. River: Do you know what I’d ask Santa if I’d ever met him? Dixon: Hot babe? River: I’d say “I want COLDER”… Dixon: Are you mad, it is already -16,6 F! Why do some young kids dislike poetry? Why do so many people unsatisfied with modern poetry? When Marianne Moore wrote a poem titled “Poetry,” she began it with the words: “I, too, dislike it.” Making a poem was never quite...

Book Review “The King of FU”, Benjamin Davis (illustration Nikita Klimov)

“Life is like a colonoscopy,” claims the author of the book ‘The King of FU’. What happens during colonoscopy, and how to prepare for the sacred action, are the main themes of this magical poem about the Kingdom in which we all live. It seems that Benjamin knows exactly what he is talking about. And Ray loves that. The honesty The openness The sincerity Two testicles + two hands + two horns = the imitation of birth....

All sorts of wild

I don’t know why But every morning When I am eating my eggs They are dropping on the floor Or jumping From my mouth Unhappy With the purpose I’m giving them. I don’t know why But every morning  When I’m starting to read My coffee is getting cold And it is saying Straight to my face: “Social injustice – This is what It Is”.  I don’t know why But every morning A song is born in...

The hardest month to swallow – November

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges… Said Bukowski about November. Ray: WAY. TOO. NICE.  Bukowski: I’m glad you noticed that, Ray! Ray: I’m an expert in swearing, bridges and Novembers. Bukowski: Damn, what about popcorn and buzz? Ray: I’m a very dedicated fan of popcorn and almost untouchable by buzz. ALMOST. Bukowski: Ray, you are nice today. Much nicer than yesterday. I mean, almost worth my attention. Ray: Frankly, I was horrified that you forgot...