So, I'm making this thread in hope of some of you helping me out. This is not for a greater cause, and this is not something widely important. This is just a user asking other users for a favor, to make a certain person feel better.
First of all, please excuse any spelling errors you might see, I'm not very good at typing on a phone, and it's soon 02.30 am. I'll make sure to fix it tomorrow if it hasn't already died by then.
[b]A bit of backstory.[/b]
My big brother has been writing poetry for a couple of years now. He just recently gave up studying business in New York, even though he had an A in every subject there was, to travel back home to Sweden, the country he has tried to get away from for quite a lot of years, live in a cheap apartment and take a certain math course to be able to study writing. He gave up a safer future for a passion.
Ever since he was a tiny child my brother has been seen as my father's "successor" in terms of job. He is a businessman, travelling across the globe, earning more than the average salary and at times letting that work and that money come a step in front of his family. Now, I love my dad, he's an amazing person, and my brother does too, but he's used to getting things as he wants them. My brother has gone against my dad after almost 20 years of promises to himself that he would walk in his footsteps. Personally, I find that admirable.
He has also written a book, but I doubt he will ever find a publisher for it after trying for this long. If you'd like I could see if he'd allow me to upload it somewhere for you to read, if you feel like you need a new book. I find it a great read, although I suppose that doesn't matter much as it's very possible that I'm automatically biased.
[b]So, onto what I would like to ask of you[/b], Facepunch. [url]www.thenakedandthetrue.tumblr.com[/url] is my brother's relatively new Tumblr blogsitething where he simply uploads poems he writes. I would love, and [i]really[/i] appreciate, if you would go there and read a poem or two, say what you think of it, here or there, and show him that his work can actually be appreciated or at least seen, which he has been in doubts about. Some constructive criticism, perhaps. And if you like it, he would also be very surprised, positively so, to find a new follower that he can reach out to.
But why would you? It's just some guy writing his thoughts in some silly way, isn't it? I guess it is, but he has a huge passion for it, and he's an extremely nice person in every way. I know that you don't know him, but it wouldn't take too much of your time, and he'd really feel fantastic for every word that he knows you read.
And before you say anything about it, I know that FP isn't the best place for poetry, but I really don't know where else to go. I'm not active at any other place, and I've always respected most FP users' opinions. Please do tell me if you know of a place much better suited.
Also, I've told him about structure and things like that, and he said that he'd make sure to write something easier for the eyes to read.
Thank you in advance, FP, I really do appreciate it.
his poetry's pretty good. you should tell him to start submitting stuff to magazines and zines, get his stuff out in the open
guess it's a little late, but..
don't quit your day job
nothing to say about the quality of his work, just.. writing poetry isn't a way to make a living.
[QUOTE=Guy Mannly;36360822]guess it's a little late, but..
don't quit your day job
nothing to say about the quality of his work, just.. writing poetry isn't a way to make a living.[/QUOTE]
He's going to study writing, which goes for books and not just poetry. There's books about poetry, and that's the field he's the most interested in.
And you don't really think that he could keep a job in the US while living in Sweden, right? Even if he had one to begin with, that wouldn't be possible.
it's a proverb, i didn't mean "job" in the literal sense
relying solely on publishing your own writing for an income is pretty unreliable, i hope he's planning to get another job.. maybe he could become an english teacher or something, that could be relevant to his interests.
Well, I’m extremely tired, so I'm really sorry if I misunderstood.
Well, he's quite a poetic soul I can say that much. It's not bad.
[QUOTE=Fhux;36361021]I’m[/QUOTE]
What.
[QUOTE=UntouchedShadow;36363259]Well, he's quite a poetic soul I can say that much. It's not bad.
What.[/QUOTE]
Apparently a Kindle can't handle apostrophes.
[editline]17th June 2012[/editline]
At least not always.
That's actually pretty good, nice work.
He just gained a new follower. :)
I just wanted to say, my brother just told me how happy he was about getting his first two followers.
Thanks.
[editline]17th June 2012[/editline]
Oh, and also [url=http://thenakedandthetrue.tumblr.com/post/25320189242/how-to-ignite-a-tremble]this[/url]
I'm just going to bump this once more before I'll let it die :v: .
[b]The Wickedness of the Tongue[/b]
[quote] [i]As his eyes bled the pain from out his ribs, cracked by my words harsher than the wind biting his wet cheeks, I smiled at the image of my face reflected in his tears.
As he walked away, his feet scraped the gutter as the knife still in between his bones, left to rest until his mother´s warmth has melted the steel, her spirit embosomed it with millions of breaths reviving his flesh.
I watched him go, my body shivering as my mouth preparing chants of scorns meant to burn every broken heart passing by my wicked tongue Glowing, glowing as the God it believed it had become.
In bed, I stuck the knife into my own soul, my body trembling at the scent of my blood drained before my eyes
Sobbing, sobbing at the sight of my ribs never healing in the absence of my mother´s arms.
I yelled to the roof staring back in silence, clanging out the pain stuffed in the son of my sorrow,
the son,
my throat,
exhaling every raging letter ever thrown in my face by fellow men,
by friends,
by a world,
savaging my soul before I had time to realize it was mine.
Why, I ask the shadow laughing from the floor,
why are we raised to believe that words like knives will save our minds while wonders and beautiful nights will destroy our lives? That only hard skin and harder tongues can survive in the concrete sky, kindness only leading to an early grave where no one´ll wish you farewell for your heavenly stay.
The shadow laughed.
The roof kept quiet.
I left the knife where it belonged, shoved through bones into a broken heart,
hoping it´s tears made up for his lost blood. The stone will remain in of the son of my sorrow until my tongue's wickedness turns to dust in the beautiful night.
I will keep crying, until the mouth reflected in my tears turns into a smile.
I will keep silent, until I learn how to pronounce kindness.[/i][/quote]
[QUOTE=Fhux;36360582]Also, I've told him about structure and things like that, and he said that he'd make sure to write something easier for the eyes to read.
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Please stress this quite a bit. Unfortunately the tradition of poetry usually means conforming to rigid structures, no about making it easier for the eyes to see. Poetry is an intellectual game really, its how to convey what you want to convey in a meaningful and succinct way. Tell him to practice writing in ballad metre, to do a few sonnets etc. it really does assist in the whole process of choosing the right words/phrasing
I'm assuming he knows HelloPoetry? If not, introduce him to it as well. [url]http://hellopoetry.com/[/url]
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