Veshtruese, it's Ok- we all bloom at different times.
Leila, I'm perfectly fine being a wallflower :)
kulla, funny you shoul say, because my fifth cat paused briefly by the dish drain without knocking down the herbal shampoo bottle. Then she peered at the curious creature who willingly wets her hair. She deserves stems, not flowers.
rebele, say hello to your sixth cat, and w.b. keckler too from me.
gjuha jote eshte blu blu blu blu blu ne portokalli
Anna Akhmatova to Her Lover
Then it grew so cold only.
Our machines survived.
To fight on.
A carpet of small dead creatures.
In the forest we loved.
Please don't start.
A Proof Engine.
Unless you have many Afterlives.
To end this.
W.B. Keckler
gjuha jote eshte blu blu blu blu blu ne portokalli
youthfull need to impress and shock! Trying too hard for my taste, but still I may see some allegory in there somewhere, otherwise where's the poetry?
Dhe to 'bloom' domethene tja heqesh gjene me te shijueshme te jetes: misterin e dashurise?
Nah, too ordinary and everywhere per mua. Nje teme origjinale te lutem, se vetem me seks na jane mbushur trrute ktej. Por prap nuk te hell komplet sepse loja me fjalet, dhe fjalet qe perdor dhe si i perdor (the way you situate them) eshte shume krijuese.
probably the best comment I've read, I lift my hat off to you anja bojkuPostuar mė parė nga anja bojku
Anja, ke tė drejtė, loja me fjalėt ėshtė shumė krijuese (sesi tingėllon nė shqip kjo fjalia jote Anja, si e marrė hua :)), aq krijuese sa mė bėri pėr njė ēast tė habitem se sa ndryshim ka gjuha e pėrdorur nė krijim me gjuhėn e pėrdorur nė biseda tė tjera. Megjithatė, kur lexova komentin e Kullės, sikur m'u qartėsua ca pikėpyetja.
E vetmja gjė qė mė ngushėllon sadopak ndaj "zhgėnjimit" ėshtė fakti se Rebele nuk e ka pohuar kurrkund qė ky krijim tė jetė i saji - pėrkundėr ajo vetė shprehet qė ėshtė vetėm njėra nga lulet pėrbėrėse tė klimaksit tė kėtij krijimi - drethka dmth. E unė shpresoj qė kjo ėshtė nė fakt e vėrteta, e jo fakti qė Rebele kopjoi njė poezi tė Keckler dhe e solli kėtu midis nesh duke e paraqitur si tė sajėn, hė Rebele, ti si thua?
S'i vura re fare qe titulli i boardid trregonte qe k'to sjane krijesa te Rebeles. E keqkuptova, por gjithsesi prap eshte nje poeme shume ordinary per koherat tona. I vetmi origjinalitet mund te mbahet tek loja me fjalet. Si teme, eshte banale dhe feminore (childish).
Anja, nuk ėshtė faji yt e dashur. Ti nuk e vure re sepse Rebele fillimisht nuk kishte vėnė asnjė shėnim se kjo poezi nuk ishte e saj (as se kjo poezi ishte e saj). Edhe titulli i temės ėshtė ndryshuar mė vonė, pasi ti e kishe shkruar postin tėnd. Titulli origjinal i temės ishte "Flowers".
since I love praise, and you called me "i mall", anja I owe you one.
pith on palm
can it be?
vulgarity?
no hang on. it's in english. and the sound is so soft and dewey (or is it spellt dewy). sweet and flowing. am i still saturated, over indulged in the albanian of it all? i don't know. whoever is keckler, don't sound like albanian to me, though he knows aphrodites. and by that don't mean that all muses belong to albanian, but that the allegory of the language, to rob henri for nothing, climaxes into a weeping orgasm of belief in the vagina of a flower. i'm not tired by this kind of poetry. it relaxes me. I'd say is the best poetry I read in english since the gambling muses of bukowsky.
there buzzes a certain insecurity about beliefs in keckler, at least with the two poetry that are here. he seems to play with it trying to impose a certain reality in the reader. "we believe, because it weeps open". and just as a verse might be, at least on a poetry about the fauna, belief belongs to birds and bees and is lost in eter.
and what about coke? that's a bit tough to sniff unless it comes from blue leaves. even that, doesn't justify, nonetheless, i reserve judgement. because it reminds me buadliere, poe, opium, morals. it happens. just like poetry.
gjuha jote eshte blu blu blu blu blu ne portokalli
Ma Cocone ste dija kaq ..... dmth
ma perkthe ne shqip ta kuptoj pastaj ta them se ēfare :p
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