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Writing is the End of All Things

Publication Info

  • Originally published: 2012 - 2017
  • Latest Revision: 14/5 - 2017
  • Edition: 1
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  • Original language: English

I decided to compile my personal favourites out of my thousand-ish loose poems into three distinct collections, primarily to clean up the clutter and make them more accessible. This is the third of said three collections.
The poems in this collection deal with the experience of writing, seen from a writer’s perspective. They are often, mockingly, overwrought; often sarcastic – and in other cases they are the direct re-telling of dreams (or nightmares, for some) I’ve had, concerning writing.

Although all of these poems predate this publication with at least three years, I think their content, and very existence, speaks volumes of how seriously I take writing, and how important the art of writing really is for all of humanity.
Writing things down brings us in touch with them in a much more intimate way than speaking, and makes it seem more permanent and of more consequence. It can open our eyes to a lot of things that was hidden, and to parts of ourselves and our emotions that we weren’t fully aware of. In short – as it was
believed in the past before writing started being taught universally; writing the name of a thing can
actually give you a degree of control over the thing itself.
So this is my attempt to control writing – at least for my own purposes.

The style of the poems deserves a mention too – some of them mockingly copy the writing style of the Romantic poets; the overwrought emotions and imagery. This is purposeful, to show how art can, left to its own devices, engulf a person’s life entirely and leave everything else in its shadow.
Other poems are short, personal pieces that tell the story of how depleted I felt after putting a certain amount of effort into writing.

You’ll have to dodge between serious and mocking; honest and sarcastic. Direct and hidden.

Writing about writing – now, isn’t that something? Meta-writing! I never imagined I’d find myself in this far over my head. But done is done.

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Autumn

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Autumn

A brown leaf frees itself from a tree and dances through the autumn air, rejoices … Continue ReadingAutumn

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Petals That Fall

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Petals That Fall

The petals fall from the withering flower, dropping off its left-behind stem – but nothing … Continue ReadingPetals That Fall

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I Left My Soul Up On the Beach

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018 Leave a comment on I Left My Soul Up On the Beach

I left my soul up on the beach as I dove in the sea of … Continue ReadingI Left My Soul Up On the Beach

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Morning Poetry

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Morning Poetry

A spreading sunrise in the sky and everybody’s still asleep. Just I observe and wonder … Continue ReadingMorning Poetry

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The Changeling

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on The Changeling

When I was born, I guess nobody knew that I was born to be an … Continue ReadingThe Changeling

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Wayward Ones

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Wayward Ones

We are wayward ones, the lot of us who pile up riches in little rooms … Continue ReadingWayward Ones

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World-smitten

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on World-smitten

I exist within a hollow in this world, whereto nobody else would follow even if … Continue ReadingWorld-smitten

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All I Left Myself

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018 Leave a comment on All I Left Myself

I distilled my soul into poetry and the pureness of my heart was re-directed entirely … Continue ReadingAll I Left Myself

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So Tired

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018December 30, 2020 Leave a comment on So Tired

I am tired of searching for something I’m not sure to find. I am tired … Continue ReadingSo Tired

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A Poet’s Plight

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018December 30, 2020 Leave a comment on A Poet’s Plight

After a prolonged dry spell I fetch my bucket and descend towards the now overflowing … Continue ReadingA Poet’s Plight

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Song of the Intermediaries

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Song of the Intermediaries

The experts tuning the instruments have all been deceived into thinking that we intermediaries are … Continue ReadingSong of the Intermediaries

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The Poem: Water

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on The Poem: Water

I wrote a poem but when I returned I couldn’t see it – gone diluted … Continue ReadingThe Poem: Water

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My Beauty

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on My Beauty

I’d like to show you my beauty if you would like to see; but show … Continue ReadingMy Beauty

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Latent Potential

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Latent Potential

Palette – what colours carry you today? What shall the colours be made to display? … Continue ReadingLatent Potential

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A Poet’s Question to the World

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on A Poet’s Question to the World

“Oh, world – I have so much I wish to share with you – have … Continue ReadingA Poet’s Question to the World

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My Writer’s Creed

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on My Writer’s Creed

Think of my prose as rough-edged stone, ugly and plain to see. But think, however, … Continue ReadingMy Writer’s Creed

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The Old Man

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on The Old Man

I keep you in a tower in my head, I know you’re always there, that … Continue ReadingThe Old Man

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The Draft

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on The Draft

The youth is a draft for a poem; needing editing – but once the editing … Continue ReadingThe Draft

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The Poetess

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on The Poetess

To someone whose primary contribution to the world may have been amusement at her naïvety … Continue ReadingThe Poetess

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Vital Signs

K-M SkalkenæsPosted onMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018 Leave a comment on Vital Signs

For years on end she had written of all that in her was hidden and … Continue ReadingVital Signs

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