We grew apart as friends on several levels. At the core we were simply becoming who we are/were.”
This reminds me of DuBois's double consciousness; their personalities used to be aligned, but gaining new friendships and fame unleashed a new side to Basquiat's personality, one that does not fit in with his friend's personality.
ambitious
ambition has always been one of the essential parts of the American Dream.
leaving home at 17 and passing away just a decade later.
Basquiat's short career reminds me of the roaring 20s; they were a period of prosperity and rapid growth in many areas, but they didn't last and crashed at the end of the decade.
You can’t begin just anywhere. It’s a wreck.
interesting start to a poem, engaging, if a bit confusing at first.
The river, the town, the village, The be
The way all the poem's blocks are separated mimics the ripped and torn-apart situation.
I believe children can be extremely contemplative because as a child you feel things so deeply, so strongly; there’s a presence, an alertness of the senses.
I think that children have a higher ability to perceive depth within because of the simplicity of their mentality; because it is so simple, it tends to go deep into the artistic images, including poetry.
Poetry is just prose chopped up into lines. I mean this to be final, categorical, and no slight on poetry.
Part of poetry's beauty is the fact that it is organized into lines
How, in any case, to get back to the mind of poetry?
I don't think one can get a mind of poetry, I feel like you have it when you have it, and you don't when you don't
She never said that. I just did.
Short sentences that keep stopping you feels sort of attractive.
The river is empty.
The line is reminiscent of native American poetry