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mickeyp
Michael Peck
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United States, PA, Philadelphia

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The Wretch of the Seven Heavens

I composed my interpretations of antiquity
Far into the interludes of morning.
I wrote until my fingers became raw, but
The hundreds of blistered pages
Are unassuming; there are no advertisements, no
Sparkling billboards. A pilgrimage will not
Conclude in my tiny apartment with
A terrible-eyed fanatic to gaze fixedly
At my marble bust.
I imagine our cultural metamorphosis in
Much the same fashion as the ancients
Imagined the automobile after the wheel
Was introduced.

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zepol Comment by: zepol - 2007-09-01 04:40
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This is really good but I agree with hulshizer. I would also drop the last line. You should visit red pulp underground. They would love your work.
Teri Comment by: Teri - 2006-07-25 08:00
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No sparkling billboards, no advertisements; true, but you don't need them. Your writing is beyond all that, but you must know that by now. I think you write because to not do so would take away a part of the very essence that makes you Michael Peck and MickeyP and everyone else you are - all the layers and facets of you.

While I can empathize with everything you say here (and say so well), take a look at yourself through the eyes of others. Use mine. I admire your talent; love to read what you write. If I could afford it, I'd erect a sparkling billboard to you outside your window. Keep writing, share your gift, and wait for me to hit the lottery. :) Thank you for sharing your talent. xo
Comment by: - 2006-05-18 07:37
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this is a very relatable piece of poetry, but i think you have little to worry about. well done.

jillian
anarchistbanjo Comment by: anarchistbanjo - 2006-05-17 18:02
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This is really quite thought provoking! I enjoyed it!
mojoroma24 Comment by: mojoroma24 - 2006-05-17 15:32
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great poem man,
i love the last few lines about the cultural metamorphosis and the automobile before the wheel, bringing a great insight into our inability to understand current social evolutions. Though i agree with Hulshizer, the last line is not really necessary and it would probably be more impactful without.
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