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Additional Info, [[http://sxt.ch/forum/profile.php?id=135049 http://sxt.ch/forum/profile.php?id=135049]]; Why Do I Write Poetry? I use words as others use algebraic signs: with meticulousness, with caution, with the precision of the [[http://Www.Travelwitheaseblog.com/?s=artisan artisan]]. I sculpt in words. I stop. I tilt my head. I listen to the echoes. The tables of emotional resonance. The fine tuned reverberations of pain and love and fear. Air waves and photonic ricochets answered by chemicals secreted in my listeners and my readers. I know beauty. I have always known it in the biblical sense, it was my passionate mistress.
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We made love. We procreated the cold children of my texts. I measured its aesthetics admiringly. But this is the [[http://www.Buzzfeed.com/search?q=mathematics mathematics]] of grammar. It was merely the undulating geometry of syntax. Devoid of all emotions, I watch your reactions with the sated amusement of a Roman nobleman. I wrote: "My world is painted in shadows of fear and sadness. Perhaps they are related - I fear the sadness. To avoid the overweening, sepia melancholy that lurks in the dark corners of my being - I deny my own emotions.
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I do so thoroughly, with the single-mindedness of a survivor. I persevere through dehumanization. I automate my processes. Gradually, parts of my flesh turn into metal and I stand there, exposed to sheering winds, as grandiose as my disorder. I write poetry not because I need to. I write poetry to gain attention, to secure adulation, to fasten on to the reflection in the eyes of others that passes for my Ego. My words are fireworks, formulas of resonance, the periodic table of healing and abuse.
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These are dark poems. A wasted landscape of pain ossified, of scarred remnants of emotions. There is no horror in abuse. The terror is in the endurance, in the dreamlike detachment from one's own existence that follows. People around me feel my surrealism. They back away, alienated, discomfited by the limpid placenta of my virtual reality. Now I am left alone and I write umbilical poems as others would converse.
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Before and after prison, I have written reference books and essays. My first book of short fiction was critically acclaimed and commercially successful. I tried my hand at poetry before, in Hebrew, but failed. Tis strange. They say that poetry is the daughter of emotion. Not in my case. I never felt except in prison - and yet there, I wrote in prose. The poetry I authored as one does math. It was the syllabic music that attracted me, the power to compose with words.
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I wasn't looking to express any profound truth or to convey a thing about myself. I wanted to recreate the magic of the broken metric. I still recite aloud a poem until it SOUNDS right.
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