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Lethologica



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Fri Apr 01, 2022 7:55 pm
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Stringbean says...



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Fri Apr 01, 2022 8:24 pm
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Comments welcome! Please leave in spoilers so we keep things compact! ^-^

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1. Lethologica n. the inability to remember the word on the tip of your tongue
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Mon Apr 04, 2022 11:20 pm
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Spoiler! :
Hi Stringbean! The opening poem/definition for this thread is stunning - I literally cannot wait to see where you take this, and I think the idea of using obscure words and inspiration for poems is such a neat theme. The way you combine physical and geographic imagery in Lethologica is really effective; I think my favourite lines are "instead of running rivers / down the gullies in my throat" and "there is more truth here / in this obscurity / than there ever was / in this dry mouth of mine". like !!!! that is such a perfect way to tie the whole poem back to both the theme of the thread and the title of the poem. *chef's kiss*.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

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Thu Apr 07, 2022 2:57 am
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Spoiler! :
Thanks so much, @Seirre !! School and stuff decided to get kind of crazy right at the beginning of the month, but I'm really hoping to have another poem up very soon!
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