Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
The fan spun. The light shook. How long until the tension became unbearable? Until the ceiling caved, succumbing to the fan’s propellers?
“A Hunger Artist” and the Contemporary Tragedy of Working for the Knife
“A Hunger Artist” is a story that depicts an artist feeling unfulfilled in his craft when given top-tier opportunities and support, but later found that once he breaks free and is able to express his art the way he wants to, no one is there to see, and those who are never even cared. Themes like these are all too real for some artists in real life, their original voices and ideas never once being heard nor cared about, before later fading into obscurity. Therefore, it is fairly common to see the ideas expressed within the short story within many forms of contemporary media. In order to analyze the relationship between Franz Kafka’s “A Hunger Artist” as well as contemporary songs like “Cabinet Man” and “Working for the Knife,” one must consider how the artists equate their art with their worth, feel empty if their art is not valued, and attempt to escape the quotidian confines of their respective societies.
time ticks as moments slip from present to past our longest breaths will never last forever with those i take i enjoy the choice
a collection of thoughts
NEGRO EXPRESSION MICRO AGGRESSION MY BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL ♡ TIME.SPACE.ENERGY IN THE REAL MATRIX THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE
3 Poems To Kill Time To
Guilty The delicious relief that tempts your tongue however short and brief. The moralising feeling that turns humans cynical and leave them reeling.
the color of friendship
Fractions Fast over deep. emotions over clarity. pleasant over bittersweet. comfort over compassion. tenderness over intensity.
In a dark room here with you
tonight, it is uncharacteristically quiet. I see the moon outside of our bedroom window, and it’s winking at me as I watch her,
The Story of Me
The pages of this book are covered in lines of verse They flow from heart to pen, no pause to rehearse Each poem is one aspect of me
I’ve just been listening to “Ummagumma” by Pink Floyd and I particularly love the pastoral relaxing feel of “Grantchester Meadows” by Roger Waters and thought that would be something that I would like to write for a close special friend of mine. I could also choose Beethoven's "Pastoral" Symphony but it was the Roger Waters song that inspired this.
in the mystics of magic, life transforms into a thought, a thought of the past, a precious memory perhaps? a thought of the present, oh but to relent.
Music Heard Solo
1. Fade Into Obscurity The curtain is falling Once more; take your Final bow. Don't embarrass Yourself this time.
I Broke my Foot
Well to say this was not a part of the plan is an understatement. But alas here I am with a broken foot, no a broken 5th metatarsal, because I know that shit by its' real name now.