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by Lumi

Published May 11, 2014

In Poetry: 2014

Deleted at author's request.

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Monsters
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Monsters wrote a review Review · May 15, 2014

true love is never ambivalent,
though it can be a joke between best friends
and also a spiritual anchor between los angeles and westport;
and if you really look into its guts, into the parts
that make it more than just affection or attraction
you begin to wonder how true our joke is.
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i can imagine that if you don't believe in true love,
then it definitely can't be ambivalent because


I'm wondering why you wouldn't break this apart: the poem is read so fast without breaks that it's distracting. This breaking could at least slow it down. Now, I questioned whether I wanted to review this for a while and that's because you have some decent parts that I love and some other parts that I don't. One of the things I just don't like is how you refer to love's guts just to go into a broader term of 'parts.' Why? If you're going to compare love to something that has guts you should at-least have it make sense. If we don't know what the guts are too or what your pulling out of what it is impossible for us to get a decent image out of it. So the imagery is really sloppy and the attention to true details could make this poem better in my opinion.

no water between two boys who have never seen the pacific


These are sort-of in the same ballpark. It just doesn't make any sense literally and it's to weak figuratively.

Also, it gets very wordy so if you work on cutting things that are not as strong and the things that distract then it could help.

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Vivian
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Vivian commented Comment · May 13, 2014

I won't just say I like it, I can click like for that, but forgive me if my analyzations aren't he best. Firstly, I believe this poem means love is what you want it to be, something that even the space between land can't quell. I also think you're telling a story. True love may not always be a tangible thing, which probably is contradicting, since emotion is intangible, but it is something that is made and grows. Is that it?

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Kafkaescence
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Kafkaescence wrote a review Review · May 11, 2014

I read it. I liked it for its purposefulness and its straightforward direction. It's not particularly thought-provoking in that sense, but subtlety is more of a literary virtue than a philosophical one anyway, so who am I to criticize.

In future revisions, look to add clarity to this already solid piece. Cut out redundancies and sharpen your concepts using concision rather than clouding them with abstractions that serve no purpose outside of ostentation. You'll find yourself with a shorter poem, but one that is clearer and stronger and potentially deeper.

Thanks for this.



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien