They Were the ActorsA Poem by The VillainThe life of a poet.Following the shoes that have been left before me by Ms. Plath, I now understand acquiescence to any reality but my own is an indefinite and impossible path which I must not follow. Furthermore I have concluded that until I can determine said reality I must begin to mold and create anything resembling that distant and untraceable idea of human that Wilde left unfounded in my mind. Finally, I believe that such a project must be undertaken by my muse, strengthened by the zealous and indulgent use of my pre-existing vices, a technique Bukowski was more than willing to teach me. In short, the exasperating but still unastonishing life of any poet is determined by a sort of fate brewed not by an omniscient force by any means but by the entity created by and comsuming said poet. © 2011 The Villain |
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Added on March 17, 2011 Last Updated on March 17, 2011 AuthorThe VillainSilver Spring, MDAbout"Wh-who ARE you?" "Me? I'm the king of the twentieth century. I'm the bogeyman. The Villain." -V for Vendetta A Graphic Novel by Alan Moore more..Writing
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