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Pain and Pleasure

'Pain and Pleasure' At the sound of Bach My ears do bleed On account of its beauty. These reactions do I have Pain due to pleasure Art's tremulous toll. If only the world Outside of art could be as wondrous As full of mounting passion and awe. But so many are stiff and square They claim to be truth seekers And pursue perfection with imperfect means. The artist can revel in imperfection Thrive in chaos, strive in distress Assuaging audiences the world over With the exhibition of uselessness and expressivity.

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Date: 2/18/2016 1:09:00 PM
CONOR, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 7/29/2014 8:20:00 AM
I am speechless.. What a great write! Great piece Conor O
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Date: 7/2/2014 2:38:00 AM
Hi Conor, congratulations on a great write - I really enjoyed reading this poem! Well done!
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Date: 6/24/2014 1:11:00 PM
Clever structure here reaching a crescendo of explosive vocabulary. I also love Bach.
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Date: 6/23/2014 10:50:00 AM
Thank you for sharing :)
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Date: 6/22/2014 10:38:00 PM
Great write!!! Bravo...
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