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Literature Please come visit. People get upset, write poetry about it, and post it here. Sometimes we also talk about books. |
06-04-2008, 01:03 PM
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Diary of a role model.
I got in from work this morning at nine
The night shift, graveyard
I went straight into my living room and put my feet up
Eyelids as tired as my limbs
Drooping over my glossy eyeballs
And I turned the television on
And I sank back into my chair
That relaxing armchair
I realise that I've been in this same routine for a long time now
And the television's not getting any better
In fact I find myself usually just arguing
Arguing with those idiots on the box that speak propaganda to me
Malinformed bullshit, and I get up
Get a bottle of whisky
And fish a cigarette out of my pocket
And light it up.
It's the 134th cigarette I've had this week
And it's only Thursday
But you know what? Fuck my lungs
There comes a time in every man's life when he decides
The lifestyle that he wants to lead and my lifestyle is simple
I want to experience stuff and I want it to be good
Health warnings can kiss my ass
I pour some whisky into a tumbler
It smells of iodine
That's the kind of whisky I like, you see
And it makes my nostrils shiver when I smell it
You've always got to nose a good whisky before you drink it.
These are the simple pleasures in life.
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06-04-2008, 01:31 PM
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Reads like Bukowski. Like it.
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06-04-2008, 01:37 PM
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Yeah, this was my homage to the Beats, the 'role model' of the title, especially Bukowski. It's the kind of bohemian life I'd like to lead.
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06-04-2008, 06:13 PM
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Join Date: Sep 2005
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The routine of coming home from a hard night of work and kicking back with a shot and a smoke, then bitching at the idiots on TV is hardly bohemian. More standard blue collar + night shift. But, whatever, maybe you are coming from a different perspective.
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question:
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(shouts) WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG??!!?
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answer:
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Originally Posted by Beneath the Shadows
Because some people are dicks. And not everyone else is gay.
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06-06-2008, 12:48 AM
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This is an excellent depiction of the Proletariat life, but I see nothing Bohemian in it. Maybe if your narrator were to muse on his aspirations, it'd give your poem another level of meaning. Reveal a little of why he's stuck in the grind. Just a thought.
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06-06-2008, 03:40 AM
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If "It's the 134th cigarette... " was an oblique reference to 1334 it would be a sly Bohemian line.
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06-06-2008, 10:36 AM
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It's semi-autobiographical, in the sense that this is a life that I've admired greatly from many fantastic writers who've lived in poverty, and since I doubt that I would ever give up writing, the autobiographical element would make the lifestyle Bohemian. Though, the poem itself wasn't intended to represent Bohemian life, that was just an anecdotal musing in reply to Apathy's_Child.
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06-06-2008, 06:27 PM
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I personally want to be rich and have a castle, but to each his own.
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06-07-2008, 02:27 AM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by gothicusmaximus
I personally want to be rich and have a castle, but to each his own.
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You already have a cape you greedy motherfucker, leave something to the proletariat!
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06-08-2008, 07:35 AM
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Originally Posted by JCC
It's semi-autobiographical, in the sense that this is a life that I've admired greatly from many fantastic writers who've lived in poverty, and since I doubt that I would ever give up writing, the autobiographical element would make the lifestyle Bohemian. Though, the poem itself wasn't intended to represent Bohemian life, that was just an anecdotal musing in reply to Apathy's_Child.
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I've been rich and I've been poor. On the whole, it's easier to stick to my artistic principles when I'm not worried about paying the rent.
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