automatic writing is
an act of rupture,
writing at random on a blank sheet
the most vibrant delirium,
an unconditional rupture with the world,
an act of insubordination,
the destruction of the personality itself
Bataille
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Like a tender tryst, the two conifers
embolden their rafters.
My ears widen to the wandering
of the sailing harp,
in lieu of the sharp address
wrested forth from his citadel.
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happy to have a new poem up at the illustrious don't submit!
the poem is about when you go to a house party but there's nowhere to sleep so you have to walk home drunk through a forest.
great to read what MP Powers is up to
a beautiful rush of stream of consciousness language
the penultimate movement echoes the rustic romanticism of young Rimbaud before it anti-climaxes with the bathetic gesture of a modern banal urban degenerate
GOOD WRITING