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Ah my friend, nothing beats bringing your words, feelings and thoughts to life and sharing them with others. Surely there is an alchemy involved. I think all of us want to be remembered after we are gone but how much better is it that people can literally live again through their writing. Whenever I read anything by an author lond dead I feel he or she is in the room with me, speaking just to me. At the end of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 he says,
"Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
Our work will always give us life. I belong to a literary erotica site and I've written lots of poems and four novels. It was a phase but I'm very proud that I did it. I would write a lot more but lack of time restricts me.
Surely in the great metropolis of London there must be many oportunities for literary gatherings and poetry groups, more so than in a big country town like the one I'm in.
You do realise you can post poems here.
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