“Nothing is true, everything is permitted”
Wine and sex, the meat of poetry.
SPEAK, Speak, Write!
Holding back,
Holding back is what is not permitted.
To let the narrow golden thread
Flow through you.
No edits, no re-writes,
The MOMENT.
The moment,
ever fleeting is the goal.
That which can never
quite be caught.
“Everything is true, nothing is permitted.”
The pure light of absolute truth,
who could function beneath that all piercing gaze?
What of humanity survives
truth
all pervasive?
The artist,
Poets,
Madmen.
It is the artist’s task to dance in that light
to embrace the inevitable end
and beginning
“Everything is true, everything is permitted.”
Nothing is true
Nothing is true
Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed of night.
-James Joyce
-James Joyce
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Re: Nothing is true
most of all I enjoy how the poems flow in consciousness, mingle and intertwine in memory
"and then above all else they must not hold their tongues
when others masticate the language that they speak
prohibited are meat and wine and intercourse
unless converted into verse"
enjoyed the poem
thank you for writing
"and then above all else they must not hold their tongues
when others masticate the language that they speak
prohibited are meat and wine and intercourse
unless converted into verse"
enjoyed the poem
thank you for writing
Re: Nothing is true
Dostoyevsky feel here. Fine poem & theme. 
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