A poetry writing site who's contents have been around for a very long time. I plan on adding a few new ones if the mood licks my ass just right. They will be listed with the label - 2012... meaning its of the same year that you are reading... and so on... if this site stays up, perhaps we can see the progression of lives and events... as they unfold. Year to year.
A family friend and I started writing, we spouted our lines back and forth between smoke and coffee. We gave ourselves a writing style individually . We used words like fuck, deliverance, and paisley. It was the years of My Good Eye and Flowers In Concrete, what I wrote about all the time.
MY GOOD EYE - is what I used to see the world in. The way I could write about. How I saw it. It was never wrong. It was an EYE. It perceived.
FLOWERS IN CONCRETE - was/is a collective. It was the strands that draped over all of our writing styles and its contents. If anything was questioned, the strands tightened... it was ok. It was Flowers In Concrete. Similar to if at a night club, there was a waiting line... someone who frequent the club scene walks right thru the doors, the body guard questions, the well distinguished entourage would say, "Its ok, they are with me" That's Flowers In Concrete. It was OUR time to just... get thru.
Basically, my buddy and I were into writing... we dug Rod McKuen and Anne Sexton. We used symbolism, we used everyday items, and we gave them a story. We had the strongest childhood backbone of words and meaning of anyone WE knew physically at the time. I reflect on this time more then practically any other time in my life. Its where I could look at something a completely different way without any retribution by an opposing force... my choice... and it was alright. It was the feeling of comfort food without the food and the bloat.
We played the 3-5 word game. I come up with either 3 or 5 words out of thin air. I would write it down on my literary counterpart's piece of paper, in the upper corner. He would then, in turn, do the same. I loved this game because of two reasons.
1. We didn't have a hidden agenda. We weren't out to beat the other person. It was about, just tearing into a topic and living inside it for at least a few minutes.
2. As to coin a song lyric... "Free your mind, and the rest will follow."
I just want Flowers In Concrete to dig the solid again.
