Autor: Merriam A. Grain
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It was over from before
And so discarded the reply went by.Was it my questions?Was clarification needed?Or too much info poured? Whom, may I inquire.Whom may I return to, without fire? I dreamed a dragon,Once more.And once more smoke I grasped. Fuel is none.And with the flow I lull the love once I dreamed about.Only youth survives winter snores.
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Cliché, imagen e interés
Por cierto, en esta clase de cosas existe la tendencia de mirar por encima del hombro del dibujante que está haciendo la cubierta y empezar a hablar sobre cuero, botas hasta los muslos y espadas desnudas.Adjetivos como «llenos», «redondos» e incluso «vivaces» empiezan a colarse en la narración hasta que el escritor tiene que darse…
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Why are comics and poems alike 7: closure p2
If you take a look at a circle missing a little bit of the whole perimeter line, your brain will do the rest and you will perceive the shape as a full circle. Whether there is no circle in a way that is called closure in Gestalt and might not be related to the usual…
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Rejection
Today I said no.I don’t believe.Fate is too much a thing outside of me.Whether I said yes,It was fated a meet.A rejection?Brought by stars as well.Orchestrated by who knows.And the unknown why,No one could explain.Where does it fall,The only thing I find purposely in life?Decision is mine.Atoms are hazard in play.The universe’s got no mind.Everything…
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Lectura degenerada
En Estados Unidos tradicionalmente se había desalentado que los esclavos leyesen (sobre la base de que solo podrían alcanzar un «conocimiento inútil»), porque la idea de una población negra alfabetizada se consideraba peligrosa, tanto, de hecho, que las leyes que en algunos estados impedían que se enseñara a leer a los negros eran muy rígidas,…
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Why are comics and poems alike 7: closure p1
OR AS A SECOND TITLE: A WORD I COULDN’T FIND ANYWHERE SPEAKING ABOUT POETRY AND THE LESS ABOUT COMICS WHEN I WROTE ABOUT THIS IN SPANISH However, I’m not that great looking things ups and it has been enough about why poems and comics are alike in this series of copyist entries (since Adolfo Ballesteros…
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That wall
I’ll walk that wall.Leave behind,Every dream that was trashed.Plunge into the sea,Proud and abide.Linked to my own colour of time.Everything I wanted untrue by design.No matter the scars,I’ll look down upon.Upon that long entrance,Where darkness gulps you entire.I’ll walk that wall.That’s all I call.