Harry Haller

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slayerofangels

^^ NIce, though I confess to feeling both lost and hungry.

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Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

acidic_kiss

A bit odd. But I really enjoyed it!!! Not sure how to enterpret it, but regardless, it's really random, and really cool. Awesome work!!!

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Sigg

hah, Harry the more I read your poetry the more I like it. I rarely ever understand what the hell you're talking about, but you have a way of just making the words sound good. Dunno how you do it, but nice job once again.

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Harry Haller

Thanks all,
The simplest way to explain the poem is that it is about honey. Pretty simple, no? I don't know. I was just trying to use seeming odd imagery to create the picture. Talking to a bee and thinking about eating him and his honey. Comparing his nest to an oven, making bumblebee bread. There isn't anything philosophical or really serious in this. That is why the sound is like that too. Sort of sticky and sugary. I didn't want any of it to become clear until the end. I did want it to become clear though.
Regards,
Skylor

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Being deep and appearing deep.--- Whoever knows he is deep, strives for clarity; whoever would like to appear deep to the crowd, strives for obscurity. For the crowd considers anything deep if only it cannot see to the bottom: the crowd is so timid and afraid of going into the water. -Nietzsche

Penelope

Sounds like you've been stung by a bee charmer. I too found this poem confusing and it reminded me of fried bread dough slathered with Roger's Golden Syrup that my mother-in-law used to make. So ... you don't talk to the trees, you talk to the bees!

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