“Quentin Tarantino seems to be too concerned with other films. I mean, about appropriating other movies, like in a blender. I think it’s, like, really funny at the time I’m seeing it, but then, I don’t know, there’s a void there. Some of the references are flat, just pop culture.” - Harmony Korine
ok big poetry competition coming up in july i need to pick one just one of my best poems to submit for 5000 dollars plz help and check my tagged/me to make your vote ty
read the new poem i wrote i think its going to be published for a convention on william faulkner which is going to be held in romania soon
Fire should breathe the thick summer’s air,
to save the throttled throat from tongue in teeth,
and create a wood’s sort of skin in white and grays
that will replace the weary worn stars in the sky.
They should be tired, those stars, I mean,
to hang so still and be cast with the hate and wonder
of blood-soaked fists and buggy eyes;
a million little specks to light the fly-by-night.
So should the winged leaf preachers
uncurl their toes from the weeds and
leave the Sodom below for the worms
who cannot tell the dirt from their filth.
And should I have left my father to boil?
I know now the bird doesn’t hate the worm,
even if they would wish the wind to crash them into pines,
those worms, they must taste so sweet wedged in their beaks.