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Opened up the shutters and let the light stream in. If you look you can see words inside the room, arranged into sense-units, feeling for themselves, some tasting bitter, some sweet.
No sense keeping all this stuff hidden any more. What words to come I may not show, but what is here, is here.
Rock on, jazz on, rage on! Strum the guitars and let the bugles blow! Let fall trees fall blood leaves and spring spring shoots shoot forth !

Updated 10-08-2009 at 11:11 AM by Silas Thorne

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  1. PrinceMyshkin's Avatar
    How this challenges any of one's preconceived concepts of what is & is not a poem! I'm an effing shout of joy! it seems to me to proclaim, and all I can say in response is You go, man!
  2. qimissung's Avatar
    Yes, we should remember to challenge those preconceived notions...reminds me wonderfully of Baudelaire's "Be Drunk."
  3. Virgil's Avatar
    "Opened up the shutters and let the light stream in." Reminds me of an exotic Rolling Stones song called "Continental Drift." Here is the youtube video of it:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTp3Qgmt_6o

    Here are the lyrics:

    CONTINENTAL DRIFT
    (M. Jagger/K. Richards)

    Love comes at the speed of light
    Love comes at the speed of light
    Love comes in a strange disguise
    Love comes

    Open the door and let the light pour over
    Open the door don't you keep me out
    Open the door and let the light pour over
    Hear me shout
    Open the door and let the light pour over
    Open the door don't you keep me out
    Open the door and let the light pour over

    Love comes at the speed of light
    Love comes

    It's a pure as silver
    It's as pure as gold
    It's a rushing river
    Let it run all over me
    It's as pure as silver
    It's as pure as gold
    Let it run all over me

    Love comes
    Love comes at the speed of light
    Love comes at the speed of light
  4. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    Thanks guys! Trying to follow the flow of words, but not sure where they will run off to.
    Released (nearly) all of my old poems and prose I care to share now. The new ones that come I will share too, but probably not publicly, or in their near final form.
    Don't preconceived ideas always beg to be challenged?