Comments by The Dybbuk

  • "the balance between prose and trope... a weaving of heart and sign... the fuckin series is a potd... wish you were around poet."
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "she spoke silver" by Six-Out
  • "such a cold tone wrapped in pensive hyperbole and extended tropes. I like how you wove the absence of color: so many greys, whites and blacks over top of so many common romantic images and symbols... the inversion that takes place in that first paragraph unleashes both dreams and color themes with blood-grey rain, something to believe in from above... and from there, the bathroom stall becomes this broken dream... I know I've spit out a prayer or two over a toilet back in the day... never what it's cracked up to be... this life we leave. *bows*"
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "bathroom.stall [graffiti]" by Six-Out
  • "ah poetry... I had almost forgotten what it sounded like... what it felt like to hear such depth of metaphor sparkle without a rhyme puncturing my ear. pardon the pun. :) poet."
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "she spoke diamond" by Six-Out
  • "life is always a ticking time bomb... and we never know when it's going to go off... or out. This presaged your bang quite well.... quiet as it was... perhaps some explosions are not witnessed, but only felt... and these are the ones that do the most damage, not to the world, but to the self, maybe. Your pen will not remain closed, nor will your keys be kept on hold... enjoy the vacation, and thanks for being a poet for so many aspiring writers."
    Posted by The Dybbuk on ".combustion." by Six-Out
  • "gorgeous... now here is imagery, emotion, unique expression with symbolism that goes beyond the everyday, the mundane, the banality that one typically finds in love poems on here.... this opens up a personal relationship with the reader, inviting us in to share the secret of this feeling, of this love.... you are a poet.... you actually write poetry. thank you."
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "she spoke sapphire" by Six-Out
  • "'those three letters that made up my name' I liked how this seems to open itself to a txt interpretation, as if the text.dance were under the meaning of what the reader reads. Is there a word missing in "some sort poem" ? I like the way meaning is lost as the narrator is lost, too. This seems to work well with Z's post, how language/poetry itself becomes the victim, is the vehicle of love and breaks when it fades. The second line... I mean 'she' isn't exactly past tense, ya know ;) Still, I do like the tone, the metaphor language becomes and the incorporation of txt like some private language or dalliance between lovers. "
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "pillow.talk" by Six-Out
  • ""this love-- is what makes fucking exist" bravo, quite the profound twist, love the alliteration here developing with varied pace this work of subtle erotica, matured and refined... haha, like wine on any other day than Sunday, maybe... well selected words, just enough to make it writhe, and avoid the crass, base, type of explicitness that seems to make much erotica lose it's way... well wrought work. Thanks. "
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "[heat] an experiment in the art of love.fucking" by Six-Out
  • ""so ride me as if I know the way out of this place" excellent line, love it; great to read your work again, it is quite the emotive act of pure poetry wrapped in subtle tropes of consistent unveiling and rebuilding, as the same old words become something more when arranged in just such a way. *bows* too many delicious phrases to quote them all. "
    Posted by The Dybbuk on "what would jesus [not] do?" by Six-Out
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