Brol Gemmer
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All is poetry when we are present
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30 years old
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
United States
Last Login: 1/28/2009
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SOME OF THE THINGS IN WHICH I'M INTERESTED
poetry, writing, literatur, politics, photography (mainly b&w), fine art, classical music, pop music, religion/spirituality, people, psychology, theater. Sports, hell no, I don't even want to know the name of the local team. Sports is for people who don't have a life, unless they engage in it themselves, which is the exception. But I'm not a hater, just have an opinion.
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SOME OF THE MUSIC I CARE ABOUT
Bach, Chopin, Jack Johnson, The Girl Bro. Obviously there's much more, but who wants to read a long-ass list. | | Movies |
FILMS THAT COME TO MIND
Click, Batman Begins, Cronenberg's Crash was weirdly disturbing. Anything French that is moody and perverse in its lack of viewpoint. | | Television |
THE DEATH OF COMMUNITY: TV
I used to watch Sex in the City and the X-Files before I threw the damn thing out. TV will make you stupid. Read a book! | | Books |
SPEAKING OF WHICH
The Human Stain, Roth; Enduring Love, McEwan; NonZero, Wright; A Whole new Mind, Pink; The Elegant Universe, Green; Art & Fear, Bayles, Orland. It's a long, long list. Don't let me bore you.
And here are some of my favorite poets
Sharon Olds
Jane Hirshfield
Billy Collins
Donald Hall
Jorge Luis Borges
Rainer Maria Rilke
Emily Dickinson
Shakespeare
Neruda | | Heroes |
HEROES
My sister.
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Brol Gemmer's Details
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| Status: | In a Relationship | | Here for: | Friends | | Orientation: | Straight | | Hometown: | Munich | | Body type: | 5' 11" / Slim / Slender | | Ethnicity: | Other | | Religion: | Other | | Zodiac Sign: | Aries | | Smoke / Drink: | No / Yes | | Children: | Someday | | Education: | Grad / professional school | | Occupation: | writer, nanny |
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About me:
I love minor chorded music that eventually resolves into major chords. Writing, beauty in nature, and living life as fully as possible, are my passions. So are learning and philosophy and the history of science.
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POETRY
At the Hardware Store
I wait to back up the yellow Saab
foot on the break eyes moving
between side and rearview mirrors
like iridescent guppies and tetras
cars dart in and out of my blind spot
so glossy they are hard to see
as the afternoon sun glints off
their metallic bodies I feel hesitant
sensing how slippery safety is
©2006 Brol Gemmer. All rights reserved
Junction
Time chimes an ivory bell.
The world is days young. Life glows
deep-white as a pearl.
A metal tongue swings inside a brass bell:
a private storm. We turn toward a mirror,
clad in funeral black. Whose doing is it?
Inside a window a bell swings soundlessly.
A certain patron appears, a dancer. He speaks
inaudibly, beckoning with bright hand.
Time chimes a glass bell.
A curtain opens into the clear sea. We dive
backwards into the beginning.
©2006 Brol Gemmer. All rights reserved
God
I carried you on my shoulders many times
past the cornfields, summer-high.
On blue bike, tumbling side to side,
we climbed each rock in the dirt.
Into dark buildings that built our character,
we were told in self-defense, I carried you.
I carried you on my shoulders many times
past merciless boys, their snide remarks
that stopped our breath. Unnoticing like water
round rive rocks they flowed left and right of us
when I carried you to the empty lunch table,
you and I, alone in our perfect diction.
I carried you on my shoulders many times
past scores of challengers and years.
I saw a poor man's hair, white and dry
like straw, his filthy hand towards me.
I saw his eyes, clean-blue, through yours
and emptied the pockets of my heart into his cup.
Even now I try to carry you on my shoulders.
Now that I can't feel or hear or see
what is good in the world, so covered up
are love and hope. In showers of gunfire,
bombs, and indifference I've lost my balance.
I can no longer carry you. It is your turn now.
©2006 Brol Gemmer. All rights reserved
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