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Lyric-Scroll 004: P.B. Shelley : King of Kings and Zero Followers Left

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Shelley’s Warning That Your Statue and Your Startup Will Both Be Dust ABS Believes:Poetry isn’t here to flatter the powerful—it’s here to mock their broken souvenirs.If your legacy can be tripped over in the sand, it probably wasn’t eternal. Ozymandias: The Original Influencer Who Got Unfollowed by History Once upon a time—before Instagram, before hashtags, […]

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Lyric-Scroll 013: One Art: When Elizabeth Bishop Made Losing Look Like a Hobby and Sound Like a Villanelle

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The Art of Pretending It’s Fine While You Quietly Lose Your Mind (and Keys) ABS Believes:Not all disasters explode—some sip tea, rhyme politely, and fall apart in tercets.Loss, when done in style, still counts as a breakdown. Elizabeth Bishop: The Queen of Composed Chaos Elizabeth Bishop didn’t write confessional poetry. She wrote poetic poker faces.

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Lyric-Scroll 008: If You Can Stay Calm While Everyone Else Self-Destructs: Kipling’s Emotional Instruction Manual

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Stoicism, Sweat, and One Man’s Quest to Explain Manhood in 32 Lines (Without Breathing) ABS Believes:Some poems hold your hand. This one slaps it, gives you a checklist, and walks off.“If—” is less a poem, more a poetic gym instructor yelling through rhyme. Kipling: The Poet Who Wrote Pep Talks in Pentameter Rudyard Kipling didn’t

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Lyric-Scroll 007: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: When Anxiety Ordered the Crab and Forgot the Toast

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A Poem About Tea, Time, Bald Spots, and the Unbearable Weight of Maybe ABS Believes:Some love songs serenade others. This one apologizes to itself before saying hello.Poetry doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it just measures life in spoons and sighs. Meet Prufrock: The Man Who Overthought Breathing If Hamlet got older, balder, and started shopping for

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