Analysis of untitled 1
I sit sleepless in the summer nights warmed by the fire
Bodhisattva
he keeps the dreamless flood of religion damned
its not Gods, but what men made for themselves
war is pure confusion
refuse heaped on the soul and senses
debilitating piles of garbage inherited from gone ones
I’m not confused by my search
im not confused by my existence
Im from the earth and dedicated to its poverty
i'm made from dirt haunted by my starvation of the senses
all art is suffering
suffering is liberation in honesty
casting our woes into the fire
suffer and endure, refine and progress in ambition
abandon material relation give it all up
leave your home, leave your family, leave your girlfriend and your wife
leave the world embrace the earth
| Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJFKJAELBM |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11100010111010 1 1101110101 1111111101 111010 011101010 010011100100111 1101111 110111010 11010100011100 111110110101010 111100 10010100100 1010101010 1000101010010 01001000101111 11111100111011 1010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 716 |
| Words | 128 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 18 |
| Lines Amount | 18 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 595 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 128 |
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i think i was reading jack K
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