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Pug92 wrote:
Oh, that does sound interesting. I believe they also show a lot of new movie previews there right?

yeah i think so. the cast and crew are there too to talk about the movies and stuff and take questions. i hope someone tells them The Amazing Spider-man looks awful

frankB wrote:
Damn you, FrankB.

i had never even heard of the event, but it seems like there is a lot of stuff to do so i'm pretty excited. i still have my heart set on being able to approach billy, but i guess we'll see how the whole thing is set up...bringing a sharpee and blinking with fists in my purse juuuuuuuuuust in case. fingers crossed!!

speaking of that, how is Blinking With Fists? the only poetry i've really been into was Poe. i don't expect anything like that from BC, but i do like how he writes.

Pug92 wrote:
i am an avid poetry reader myself, and i think blinking with fists is great. there is one poem that is about his mother. it is probably the favorite. he talks about having a box (which represents her, or her life), and he puts things in it. abstract things. and at the end he says "there isn't any music". if you get a chance, you should check it out. truly shows you a lot about billy.

What is the name of that poem sky?

frankB wrote:
it is called "the box" and it's on page 58. i just grabbed the book, so i will type it out for you guys.


inside the box i put
my mother's things
false teeth
2 wedding rings
pictures of beautiful youth
her worn-out couch and window gaze
a razor voice like mine
2 kitty cats named trouble and harmony
75 clocks running backwards
some collector's plates of Oz
but there isn't any music

Never been into poetry personally.

From Billy's poem ''The Poetry of My Heart''


Fast we fly over these waters
Faster and faster until we blur, and our words blur, and memories of lost things blur too
The sun catches you flying
Imagine this from the perspective of the sun
Those birds and you moving the speed of light over the blue
Well, if you were the sun, you'd laugh too!
Finally, after such a momentous journey
You slow upon a deserted island, lush with life
And on its barren shore you find a worn sea chest
Polished smooth by years of coarse handling
Open that chest and you would find inside
A single valentine and the poetry of my heart
Dragging that sea chest around the bend
Thru sand into a jungle dense with flower and shade
We take the forgotten trail up the hillside
Up towards the laughing sun
Catching its wisdom as it's given
Past the ghost whispers and relics of another past
Climbing to the very top
Because time will not stand still for us
But it will pretend every once in a while
And up here, forgotten, is just you, me
One sea chest holding a single valentine and the poetry of our hearts

Beautiful

I don't own Blinking With Fists (zomg), but I have read it. I liked it, but I'm also not a huge poetry reader.

Pug92 wrote:
Really? I didn't think it looked half bad honestly.