When pressed for a critique, I usually offer up something of the less-than-brilliant sort--something like:
"Isn't, like, poetry... supposed to, like, you know... rhyme?"
And so it was with great surprise that I recently penned a truly beautiful piece of poetic prose. The reason for this sudden burst of creative genius is all too simple, and, I'm afraid... all too tragic. But what is art if not tragedy becometh?
Without further ado, and with sincere humility, I humbly unveil...
The Greatest Poem Ever Written By Man (or Beast)
And I Look
As I Feared
-Thomas Big Pine
It should be noted that this particular piece is part of a larger work entitled, "Poetry in Non-Motion"--which is a really artsy way of saying, "I have some still photos of me shaving my beard."
Click Here to See "Poetry in Non-Motion"
P.S. These pictures were taken by a gifted and talented friend of mine named Kat. Because she is so gifted and talented, she is not to blame for the poor quality of these pictures. I wanted the images to be of an inferior quality as a sort of visual metaphor on the "poorness of my soul".
P.P.S. Yeah, so basically, her camera sucks and my bathroom has poor lighting. Just view the thumbnails; the larger pics are way too big and way too blurry.