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Stopwhispering
The voodoo peoples




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Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise.
#14403747 - 05/05/11 05:33 AM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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One of my favorite pieces of writing ever:
In Broken Images by Robert Graves
He is quick, thinking in clear images; I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images; I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance; Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact; Questioning their relevance, I question their fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses; when the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images; I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding; I in a new understanding of my confusion.
Post up whatever you love be it poetry, literature. song lyrics or whatever.
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Penelope_Tree
Shamanic Panic


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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Stopwhispering]
#14415139 - 05/07/11 12:54 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
— Pablo Neruda
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Stopwhispering
The voodoo peoples




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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Penelope_Tree]
#14417926 - 05/08/11 02:30 AM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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Hmm not much response to this thread. 
Oh wells, here be another:
"Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night." - Allen Ginsberg
Cheers all.
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Vsnares.Zappa
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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Stopwhispering]
#14417955 - 05/08/11 02:38 AM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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Dinosauria, We
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this Walking and living through this Dying because of this Muted because of this Castrated Debauched Disinherited Because of this Fooled by this Used by this Pissed on by this Made crazy and sick by this Made violent Made inhuman By this The heart is blackened The fingers reach for the throat The gun The knife The bomb The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god The fingers reach for the bottle The pill The powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness We are born into a government 60 years in debt That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt And the banks will burn Money will be useless There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs Land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shake the earth Radiated robot men will stalk each other The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground The sun will not be seen and it will always be night Trees will die All vegetation will die Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The sea will be poisoned The lakes and rivers will vanish Rain will be the new gold The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition The petering out of supplies The natural effect of general decay And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that. The sun still hidden there Awaiting the next chapter.
Charles Bukowski
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Callmechris
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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Vsnares.Zappa]
#14423530 - 05/09/11 08:08 AM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-
UNDER a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And watch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling,-rejoicing,-sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!
-------------------- Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. "Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall, "But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all." -Rudyard Kipling-
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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Vsnares.Zappa]
#14424543 - 05/09/11 01:01 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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I've heard a lot of buzz about C. Bukowski.. nice to finally read something by him!
These pieces were written by a professor at my university - Hank Lazer
10/1/94
and then again back in it witness serendipitous atoms drip & cripple the im perceptible ache of it jack she took her life a parent's love called a darkening of the heart emily to susan avalanche or avenue
4/15/95
slow to slogan voracious to veracity amen to mendacity flesh to pleasure legs to legendary costly to apostle mesh to measure & i wake up next to you
6/14/99
& already we begin to move away from where we are
se the place as falling away from our momentary habitation of it
DREAM
dream we then of every step the home our
body made of interface as we objectify ourselves bit
by bit reprogram splice heal redirect reconvene what we
are texture of tense repaired dream we then &
sing of our new relations to time milling ourselves
to new specifications dream we then of every step
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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Stopwhispering]
#14427917 - 05/10/11 01:40 AM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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'I've seen the android god preaching, radiating his nuclear love. I've seen the world around, bewitched in a pill of mescaline.' - Decapitated (Covan)
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Penelope_Tree
Shamanic Panic


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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Jufin]
#14434939 - 05/11/11 01:25 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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"And all I loved, I loved alone." -E. A. Poe
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MAIA
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Re: Poetry that you love/hate or otherwise. [Re: Penelope_Tree]
#14437580 - 05/11/11 10:32 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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"Kill Dash Nine" by Monzy
I guess I'll have to shut you down for good this time, Already tried a SIGQUIT, so now it's KILL DASH 9. You gotta learn when it's time for your thread to yield; It shoulda slept; instead you stepped and now your fate is sealed. I'll take your process off the run queue without even asking 'Cause my flow is like reentrant and preemptive multitasking. Your sad rhymes are spinnin' like you're in a deadlock, You're like a synchronous sock that don't know when to block; So I pull out my keyboard and I pull out my glock, And I dismount your girl and I mount /proc And I've got your fuckin pid and the bottom line Is that you best not front or else it's KILL DASH NINE.
KILL DASH NINE, No more CPU time. I run KILL DASH NINE, And your process is mine. I run KILL DASH NINE, 'Cause it's MY time to shine So don't step outta line or else it's KILL DASH NINE!
See it ain't about the Benjamins or Pentiums or Athlons, But you rappin' 50 meters while I'm spittin' in decathlons. Your shit's old and busted, mine's the new hotness; You're like CLR and I'm like CLRS. You're running csh and my shell is bash, You're the tertiary storage; I'm the L1 cache. I'm a web crawling spider; you an Internet mosquito; You thought the 7-layer model referred to a burrito. You're a dialup connection; I'm a gigabit LAN. I last a mythical man-month; you a one-minute man. It's like I'm running Thunderbird and you're still stuck with Pine, Which is why I think it's time for me to KILL DASH NINE.
Yeah it's KILL DASH NINE No more CPU time. 'Cause it's KILL DASH NINE, And your process is mine. I said KILL DASH NINE 'Cause it's my time to shine, So don't step outta line or else it's KILL DASH NINE!
My posse throws down like leaky bucket regulators; I was coding shit in MIPS while you were playing Space Invaders. With my finger on the trigger I run ./configure Yo, this package is big, but MY package is bigger. I roll my weed with Zig Zag while I zag-zig splay, And I do a bounds check before I write to an array. I'm a loc'd out baller writing KLOCS a day, 'Cause it's publish or perish, fool, what can I say? I'm 26 now, will I live to see 28? Some days I wonder if I'll survive to graduate. But hey, that's just fine, I won't ever resign, And if fools try to step then it's KILL DASH NINE!
Yeah it's KILL DASH NINE, From my command line It's KILL DASH NINE Sending chills down your spine, I said KILL DASH NINE, 'Cause it's my time to shine, So don't step outta line or else it's KILL DASH NINE!
fs sa rlidwka I'll chown your home and take your access away Comin' straight outta Stanford, ain't nobody tougher, Control-X, Control-C, I'll discard your fuckin' buffer. You're outside your scope, son, close them curly brackets, 'Cause I drop punk-ass bitches like a modem drops packets. Dump your motherfucking core, and trace your stack 'Cause where your ass is going, there won't be no callback. See my style is divine and my code is sublime, My career's in a climb and yours is in a decline. I'll write a pound-define and assign you as mine, So refine those sad rhymes or remove your plus signs,
Or it's KILL DASH NINE, No more CPU time, 'Cause it's KILL DASH NINE, And your process is mine, I said KILL DASH NINE 'Cause it's my time to shine, Bitch you stepped outta line and now it's KILL DASH NINE!
http://www.monzy.com/intro/killdashnine_lyrics.html
-------------------- Spiritual being, living a human experience ... The Shroomery Mandala
 Use, do not abuse; neither abstinence nor excess ever renders man happy. Voltaire
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