Blood and guts can cure cruelty? (environmental ethics)

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wordlust

The following poem was from a good friend of mine from the online forum WritersCafe.org

Enjoy

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wordlust – J.W. Philips

each syllable flows across my tongue
tart crisp goldendelicious goodness
filling my mouth with juices
to make my whole self ache
my fingers wriggle, itching to hold a pen,
to create words that equal
what these few have inspired within me

oh to spread them like cream
upon the silken pale hue of my flesh
to soak them in, osmosis-like,
consume them
absorb them
drape them across the curves of my ribs
an inner shield of gorgeous frippery
hung to dry on a clothesline
that had been left unadorned
abandoned
for far too long

What a happy novelist does…

Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.

- Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977)

Russian-born U.S. novelist, poet

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