Brandon Nobles
- Name
- Brandon Nobles
- Age
- 24
- Gender
- Male
- Location
- United States
- Joined date
- March 24th, 2008
Stories
The ME=? Equation
Latest update: Part 1 on November 3rd, 2009The Doppelgänger's Vanishing Box
Latest update: Part 1 on November 3rd, 2009Requiem for a Dead Friend: Entae's Song
Latest update: Part 1 on October 30th, 2009Junkie Symptoms: Awareness of the Permanently Ill and What we Can't do to Save Them
Latest update: Part 1 on October 30th, 2009Fanfiction is for Unimaginative Retards Incapable of Creation who Instead Mimic Their Superiors
Latest update: Part 1 on October 30th, 2009The Hobgoblin
Latest update: Part 1 on April 30th, 2009In the Alley
Latest update: Part 1 on September 19th, 2008
Poems
The Silent Circle
November 2nd, 2009The Lost Soliloquy
October 30th, 2009A Weird Little Dance
October 27th, 2009Apparitions of a Dying Dream
October 22nd, 2009Eulogy for the Sun
October 21st, 2009The Memories That Die
October 6th, 2009The Death of Dawn
September 28th, 2009Objects in the Mirror
September 10th, 2009Behind the Wall
August 22nd, 2009One Brick in the Bridge
August 20th, 2009
Journals
Spirituality of the Modern World
June 4th, 2009
About
Before I start rambling about what a cool guy I am, and since I'm here to whore myself out for opinions here, I'd like to say my main sources of poetic inspiration are Anton Chekov, Aleksandr Pushkin, Von Goethe, Dante Alighieri, W.B. Yeats, Oscar Wilde, Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, Omar Khayyam, William Shakespeare, James Joyce, Shel Silverstein, T.S. Eliot and John Keats, (apparently), Allen Ginsberg, Emily Dickinson, and John Milton. I've been published in poetry compilations, poetry magazines (in France), and have a collection of my childhood poems available on my site. I consider my style of poetry English romanticism and old Victorian.
What is it to be a writer? Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward, but its price? During the night the answer was transparently clear to me: it is the reward for service to the devil. This descent to the dark powers, this unbinding of spirits by nature bound, dubious embraces and whatever else may go on below, of which one no light knows anything above ground, when in the sunlight one writes stories. Perhaps there is another kind of writing, I only know this one, in the night, when anxiety does not let me sleep, I only know this one. And what is devilish in it seems to me quite clear. It is the vanity and the craving for enjoyment, which is forever whirring around oneself or even around someone else ... and enjoying it. The wish that a naive person sometimes has: "I would like to die and watch the others crying over me," is what such a writer constantly experiences: he dies (or he does not live) and continually cries over himself.
My available publications (4 novels, 1 collection of poetry):
My latest novel, Nobody: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/nobody-an-american-tragedy/6832517
Other available works:
The Make Believe Ballroom: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/the-make-believe-ballroom/6832442
Songs of Galilee: http://www.lulu.com/content/6831615
Songs of Lalande: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/songs-of-lalande/6881229
Attending Awake (a collection of poetry, age 4-24): http://www.cafepress.com/Attending_Awake.295572492
My next books will be backed by traditional publishers, but these works are perpetually available for anyone who gives a shit (i.e. nobody)
What is it to be a writer? Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward, but its price? During the night the answer was transparently clear to me: it is the reward for service to the devil. This descent to the dark powers, this unbinding of spirits by nature bound, dubious embraces and whatever else may go on below, of which one no light knows anything above ground, when in the sunlight one writes stories. Perhaps there is another kind of writing, I only know this one, in the night, when anxiety does not let me sleep, I only know this one. And what is devilish in it seems to me quite clear. It is the vanity and the craving for enjoyment, which is forever whirring around oneself or even around someone else ... and enjoying it. The wish that a naive person sometimes has: "I would like to die and watch the others crying over me," is what such a writer constantly experiences: he dies (or he does not live) and continually cries over himself.
My available publications (4 novels, 1 collection of poetry):
My latest novel, Nobody: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/nobody-an-american-tragedy/6832517
Other available works:
The Make Believe Ballroom: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/the-make-believe-ballroom/6832442
Songs of Galilee: http://www.lulu.com/content/6831615
Songs of Lalande: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/songs-of-lalande/6881229
Attending Awake (a collection of poetry, age 4-24): http://www.cafepress.com/Attending_Awake.295572492
My next books will be backed by traditional publishers, but these works are perpetually available for anyone who gives a shit (i.e. nobody)
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