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Who is KurN CobaiT?
fractalcore

such tormented peaks!
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my heart bathes in blood
 2
as Tomorrow's youthful smile fades
 3
behind clouds of gloom.
 4
 
 
and, so the World be cursed
 5
for such devilish acts!
 6
 
 
my feeble bones shiver
 7
with Its little pirouettes;
 8
 
 
Its music, orchestrated
 9
by cries of lost souls,
 10
is nightmare in my sleep,
 11
is frost in summer, and
 12
my eyes' refusal to awake;
 13
 
 
it's the gush of my own tears
 14
under a blanket of dust
 15
that's covered me with years
 16
of unwanted comfort.
 17
 
 
but, what need is there
 18
for sufferings more dreadful
 19
now that the Phoenix has learned
 20
to kiss Eternity goodbye?
 21
 
 
the deepest secrets
 22
of this ever-perfect place
 23
are storming up the distant shores
 24
like tales putting yoga-sages to slumber...
 25
 
 
watch me glow in the dark!
 26




aka 'Nibbana'

written about 13 years ago on this posting date

and that's 16 years ago this year, 2011.



a crappy attempt at 'suicide [poetry]'
some 16 years ago when i was 18 years
old. i'm waiting for my 2nd 27th year,
but the alternative it offers is almost nil,
thanks to my 'rogue' black swan at the
present time.

i think it is but proper for me to thank at
this juncture my then-very-1st-girlfriend
[in 1997] for keeping me alive for almost
6 years longer; my 2nd gf for a little over
than 6 extended life years; and 'nisetru'
for the 3 virtual extended life years...


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beautiful
 — nisetru

you were three then? how would you write this today? and about whom?
 — joey

back at my null age again back then.
well, i just rewrote it -- with the whole body intact.
i just so love that grunge icon and had to
sport his name in this piece about me.

how would you rewrite it?
: )
 — fractalcore

fuk if i know... i think that i would lose myself into what i know about someone like kurt and what i want from him -- two images -- then i'd map out each of them into whatever image-realm i'm into at the moment -- jungle or urban, bedroom or disco or whatever. then i'd combine the two maps and skin them with some "nature" gestures, like "falling/rising" or "open/closed", the way you'd skin a 3dMax frame. that would be the preliminary move though, because turning those two spaces into word space would really have to come out of the energy of needing desperately to say something at that one moment in time. so, if my friend "x" died, say, i'd blast him out in an image-hose of small parts adding up to the whole, and seeing the whole as what is not ever going to be there anymore and letting myself lose it in the poem, while guiding the reader down the class five rapids. umm, yes. if i wanted to use "x" as a symbol, i'd write about what a cool poet he was and borrow his style. just like you did, guess. i don't understand poetry at all. :)
 — joey

Let's all write a poem about Kurt Cobain!
 — xixtas

What happened to the Ongoing Challenge?

1) Write a poem wherein you describe a place that you often go and 2) write a poem that tells a story, but the poem isn't written in chronological order.
 — unknown

i don't understand poetry, joey.

congratulations, xixtas.

keep reminding him, unknown.
: )
 — fractalcore

and btw, thank you so much, nisetru.
what do you think is the piece all about?
do you see any Kurt resemblance in it?
: )
 — fractalcore

I thought it's a poem by Courtney Love.  Weeehhheeeee!
 — happymole

brain d.d. dies at 12. news at ll.
 — joey

damn he got the brains but it did him
good. i don't know about Courtney,
happymole.

do you like Courtney, joey?
: )
 — fractalcore

way no need. possibly because i'm too old and i have never seen her to my knowledge. it's just not necessary after awhile to maintain a relationship with your loved-one-box. umm, turn off your t.v.
 — joey

he did write about Courtney in
Heart-shaped Box and i haven't
rejoined my tiny b&w tv for quite
a while now...it and a lot of my
stuff in a tent.

ok, ok, signing off for some
chicken noodles...
: )
 — fractalcore

i think i was thinking that even getting involved with these non-entities was to suck t.v.
 — joey

I wasn't much a nirvana fan, but for a few songs.
didn't like hole or the press all over these dorks,
but i like your poem.
there are tears here, but it's not a whaaa! write,
and thank god for that.
=-)
 — jenakajoffer

joey, you should see Nirvana's concert
videos and find out what kind of an artist
he is...and his grunge poetry/lyrics, too.

jen, yeah, thank gawd!
thanks for dropping by.
: )
 — fractalcore

i have, and i'm stuck in punk and bach... well, and about a milion other kinds of music too -- like, if it were cars, my music thing, i'd be in the middle of the Mass Pike and nirvana would be this low honda speeding by and lost in a moment. here comes a beethoven semi.
 — joey

beethoven semi:

"...if you dont stop playing
with it, Luddie,
your hearing wont be alone..."
 — chuckle_s

eh, bien... Francois Couperin flying saucer.
 — joey

cufk, tish, sips!

in Kurt's words, of course.
: )
 — fractalcore

yawn.
 — joey

but, i have to keep remembering that this is by a 12 year old or something, and that 12 isn't that far from 30, really, and that the ideal is to be someone else and not sound like your mother when you talk on the phone or write poetry. this is what it is, and nobody except genius women should write poetry between 14 and 55.
 — joey

Hairspray Queen is a good song.
: )
 — fractalcore

Hi fract...Just (re)viewing some of your old poems.

L3 and 4 are not new to me.  Heard/seen them from other poems, I believe.  And I don't like the usage of "ever-perfect".  It breaks the momentum just like when you are watching a movie and only a few scenes left when the screen suddenly darkens due to power shortage.  There are a lot of adjectives that you can use to make L23 more meaningful.
 — happymole

Very painful introduction, by the way.  Best lines:  L1-2, L9-13.  :)
 — happymole

thanks, happymole.

i posted this oldie here
without any revisions except for the title which
used to be "Nibbana". so the poem is meant to
stays as it is now for good. remember that it
was penned quite a long time ago, hence the
seemingly passe lines you mentioned.
: )
 — fractalcore

Ok, ok...it was just a suggestion.
 — happymole

no problem, happymole.
: )
 — fractalcore

see joeys 2nd comment up there thats what i did with the puddles and coal although it sort of naturally happened but i always remembered his comment there and figured it applied to what happened
 — chuckle_s

thanks for stopping by, chuckle_s.

i see joey's version to be having a redeeming factor
to an otherwise too nihilistic a presentation of the way
Nature is -- that strophe where another oxygen atom
is born out of the oxygen molecule/atom, as opposed
to the same molecule/atom losing all identity and any
chance to prosper, a gesture which adds yet another
level to it.

light as a finality seems to lack a kinetic quality to it or
that it doesn't suggest so much continuity as per its
connotation placed beside of [re]birth's.
: )
 — fractalcore

oops, pls omit "of" there, hehe.
: )
 — fractalcore

unwanted comfort
and glowing in the dark which jumps to Teen Spirit

are the only Kurt/Nirvana references I can see
 — ash_toddler

thanks for reading, ash-toddler.

the title was meant to tease the piece posted
before this one (see the similarities in JohN &
KurN and in GalT & CobaiT?) this was originally
named "Nibbana" 14 years ago when an irony
was toying with me and i was toying back.

the references you see now are purely
coincidental.

: )
 — fractalcore

cufk, tish, sips!

: )
 — fractalcore

quantoom boompfhing this very old, crappy write for black swan.

: )
 — fractalcore

birthday happy burp, kurt!

: )
x*,
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 — fractalcore

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