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Interesting concept. Again, I'm not sure how you're performing this, but I think cutting some of the repetitions would aid you. You have to leave them aching a little, you ...

Thank GOD, another Australian muso. Next time you post lyrics, tell us what you're doing with the music, yeah? Looking through all your lyrics so far, so I'll get down ...

Don't know why no one has commented on this. Probably the fear of long poems with a mighty fear. The tendency these days is towards single idea snapshot kind of ...

This makes sense. It's called "On Winter's Aging", for god's sake it's a basic and common analogy. That's not one of the problems I have about this poem. But iambic ...

Some days I wish I were a fable--I'd be satisfied knowing that soon you'd outgrow believing in me. A lick of metafiction, bless you. This was my favourite stanza, belief ...

Yes, your line breaks make work for a stanza, but then it just seems stilted. But: It’s one of those nights When one might say Gee, it’s good to Be ...

Hullo young Newbie, you intrigue me. There is some definite promise in your writing, dying to see what this place does to you. The cold wind moaned as it whipped ...

This is a post modernist masterpiece. Its deconstruction of literary artifice is seamless, its evisceration of the poetic establishment, quite chillingly heartbreaking. While these masterful subversio

If such a flame I bear it is a flame of napalm that burns up what little possession of English language I have. No you're prettier.

Young Zusa, your head is poopy, it is rich with the manure of literature past, and for such fodder grows the most verdant and prodigious crop of lyrical prowess, emotional ...

The Poor Man's Copyright is not legally considered proof alone, as it can be faked. Check it out.

One of my favourites from Saint-Saëns. There is a lot you could do with this. Ayra corrected most of the little things, I'd just add to it with this: The ...

The prodigious gadi, how wickedly you enthral us. Your tone recalled unto a salacious Mrs Woolf, a coy Mr Wilde, Dorothy Parker's short stories, the Saki of "Baker's Dozen", even ...

This is not robbed of sense, I like your concept, I like your specific material things with your abstract and emotional objects. That's the central idea I got from this, ...

Bah, still cannot hear your recording of it, so I can but comment upon the content. I am hoarding as much light as possible before the days get too short ...