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Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.)
#8343734 - 04/29/08 09:05 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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I've always been partial to three above all others: William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, and William Blake. For the past few days I have been reading Volume 1 of W.C.Williams' collected poetry and it's all quite so beautiful and inspiring. Especially in the dazzling early days of spring time. Here are a few favorites of mine from William Carlos Williams:
Danse Russe
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,--
Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
To a Friend Concerning Several Ladies
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemums half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees, an expanse of dried leaves perhaps with ditches among them. But there comes between me and these things a letter or even a look—well placed, you understand, so that I am confused, twisted four ways and—left flat, unable to lift the food to my own mouth: Here is what they say: Come! and come! and come! And if I do not go I remain stale to myself and if I go— I have watched the city from a distance at night and wondered why I wrote no poem. Come! yes, the city is ablaze for you and you stand and look at it.
And they are right. There is no good in the world except out of a woman and certain women alone for certain. But what if I arrive like a turtle, with my house on my back or a fish ogling from under water? It will not do. I must be steaming with love, colored like a flamingo. For what? To have legs and a silly head and to smell, pah! like a flamingo that soils its own feathers behind. Must I go home filled with a bad poem? And they say: Who can answer these things till he has tried? Your eyes are half closed, you are a child, oh, a sweet one, ready to play but I will make a man of you and with love on his shoulder—!
And in the marshes the crickets run on the sunny dike's top and make burrows there, the water reflects the reeds and the reeds move on their stalks and rattle drily.
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake. -Erik Davis
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343745 - 04/29/08 09:06 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Shel Silverstein purely for nostalgia.
I can dig on a Bukowski poem if I'm drunk, too.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343767 - 04/29/08 09:09 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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RUMI
I never felt touched by poetry until I read some of his work.
I don't have a favorite; otherwise I'd post it. He is consistently awesome.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: jewunit]
#8343770 - 04/29/08 09:10 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Here are some e.e. cummings selections that I particularly love;
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
since feeling is first
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
somewhere I have never travelled
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake. -Erik Davis
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343787 - 04/29/08 09:12 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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I'm not really into poetry, so I gotta just say Jim Morrison. I like his poetry because I'm already such a big fan of his music.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343790 - 04/29/08 09:12 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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William Carlos Williams! I've never read his work before, but I enjoyed the ones you posted.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: MOTH]
#8343813 - 04/29/08 09:15 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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William Carlos Williams was a doctor in Paterson, NJ. He wrote a lot at home when not working but also he would make house calls, taking his typewriter with him in his car, and writing poems about his patients after treating them. He managed to be both an accomplished poet AND physician in his lifetime...kudos to him!
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake. -Erik Davis
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343820 - 04/29/08 09:17 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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OneMoreRobot3021 said: Here are some e.e. cummings selections that I particularly love;
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
since feeling is first
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
RAWR! Those are some steamy ones.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343826 - 04/29/08 09:18 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Louis MacNeice
Wolves I do not want to be reflective any more Envying and despising unreflective things Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting And young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand Flushed by the childrenæs bedtime, level with the shore.
The tide comes in and goes out again, I do not want To be always stressing either its flux or its permanence, I do not want to be a tragic or philosophic chorus But to keep my eye only on the nearer future And after that let the sea flow over us.
Come then all of you, come closer, form a circle, Join hands and make believe that joined Hands will keep away the wolves of water Who howl along our coast. And be it assumed That no one hears them among the talk and laughter.
Snow The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: World is suddener than we fancy it.
World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes– On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of your hands– There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
He's my current favorite.
I also like:
Richard Siken Seamus Heaney Auden Rumi Keats Rilke
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: MOTH]
#8343829 - 04/29/08 09:18 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur,
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake. -Erik Davis
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343835 - 04/29/08 09:19 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Lucy in the sky with Diamonds!
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: MiddleFinger]
#8343852 - 04/29/08 09:23 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Nice, thanks for posting those. I'll have to check out Rumi on both yours and MOTH's recommendations.
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake. -Erik Davis
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: MOTH]
#8343926 - 04/29/08 09:39 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Its weird yesterday I stumbled onto some Samuel Taylor Coleridge online and was really digging some of his short works. I don't ussualy like old romantic stuff at all.
"Youth and age"
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With NATURE, HOPE, and POESY, When I was young ! When I was young ?--Ah, woful WHEN ! Ah ! for the Change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing House not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er æry Cliffs and glittering Sands, How lightly then it flashed along :-- Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of Sail or Oar, That fear no spite of Wind or Tide ! Nought cared this Body for wind or weather When YOUTH and I lived in't together.
FLOWERS are lovely ; LOVE is flower-like ; FRIENDSHIP is a sheltering tree ; O ! the Joys, that came down shower-like, Of FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and LIBERTY, Ere I was old ! Ere I was old ? Ah woful ERE, Which tells me, YOUTH'S no longer here ! O YOUTH ! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit-- It cannot be that Thou art gone ! Thy Vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd :-- And thou wert aye a Masker bold ! What strange Disguise hast now put on, To make believe, that thou art gone ? I see these Locks in silvery slips, This drooping Gait, this altered Size : But SPRINGTIDE blossoms on thy Lips, And Tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but Thought : so think I will That YOUTH and I are House-mates still.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve ! Where no hope is, life's a warning That only serves to make us grieve, When we are old : That only serves to make us grieve With oft and tedious taking-leave, Like some poor nigh-related guest, That may not rudely be dismist ; Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while, And tells the jest without the smile.
"suicide's arguement"
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be so ! If the life was the question, a thing sent to try And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die. NATURE'S ANSWER Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ? Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE ! I gave you innocence, I gave you hope, Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope, Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ? Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare ! Then die--if die you dare !
"and work without hope"
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair-- The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing-- And WINTER slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring ! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away ! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an object cannot live.
I always dug Etheredge Knight
Here is "feeling fucked up"
Lord she's gone done left me done packed / up and split and I with no way to make her come back and everywhere the world is bare bright bone white crystal sand glistens dope death dead dying and jiving drove her away made her take her laughter and her smiles and her softness and her midnight sighs--
Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and democracy and communism fuck smack and pot and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon and malcom fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck the whole muthafucking thing all i want now is my woman back so my soul can sing
here is "Idea on ancestry"
1
Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black
faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grand-
fathers (both dead), brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts,
cousins (1st and 2nd), nieces, and nephews. They stare
across the space at me sprawling on my bunk. I know
their dark eyes, they know mine. I know their style,
they know mine. I am all of them, they are all of me;
they are farmers, I am a thief, I am me, they are thee.
I have at one time or another been in love with my mother,
1 grandmother, 2 sisters, 2 aunts (1 went to the asylum),
and 5 cousins. I am now in love with a 7-yr-old niece
(she sends me letters in large block print, and
her picture is the only one that smiles at me).
I have the same name as 1 grandfather, 3 cousins, 3 nephews,
and 1 uncle. The uncle disappeared when he was 15, just took
off and caught a freight (they say). He's discussed each year
when the family has a reunion, he causes uneasiness in
the clan, he is an empty space. My father's mother, who is 93
and who keeps the Family Bible with everbody's birth dates
(and death dates) in it, always mentions him. There is no
place in her Bible for "whereabouts unknown."
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Each fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown
hills and red gullies of mississippi send out their electric
messages, galvanizing my genes. Last yr/like a salmon quitting
the cold ocean-leaping and bucking up his birth stream/I
hitchhiked my way from LA with 16 caps in my pocket and a
monkey on my back. And I almost kicked it with the kinfolks.
I walked barefooted in my grandmother's backyard/I smelled the
old
land and the woods/I sipped cornwhiskey from fruit jars with the
men/
I flirted with the women/I had a ball till the caps ran out
and my habit came down. That night I looked at my grandmother
and split/my guts were screaming for junk/but I was almost
contented/I had almost caught up with me.
(The next day in Memphis I cracked a croaker's crib for a fix.)
This yr there is a gray stone wall damming my stream, and when
the falling leaves stir my genes, I pace my cell or flop on my bunk
and stare at 47 black faces across the space. I am all of them,
they are all of me, I am me, they are thee, and I have no children
to float in the space between.
-------------------- "And we, inhabitants of the great coral of the Cosmos, believe the atom (which still we cannot see) to be full matter, whereas, it too, like everything else, is but an embroidery of voids in the Void, and we give the name of being, dense and even eternal, to that dance of inconsistencies, that infinite extension that is identified with absolute Nothingness and that spins from its own non-being the illusion of everything."
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: jewunit]
#8343938 - 04/29/08 09:41 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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jewunit said: Shel Silverstein purely for nostalgia.
I can dig on a Bukowski poem if I'm drunk, too.
Shit man, I don't even need to be drunk. Bukowski is amazing. No bullshit with that guy. His work sort of emanates a sad, resigned truth. It's really beautiful actually. Not even really depressing, just more "yeah, that's how it is".
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8343965 - 04/29/08 09:46 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west.
she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down. a small red and black Bible, and as she reads her legs keep moving, moving, she is doing a slow rythmic dance reading the Bible. . .
long gold earrings; 2 gold bracelets on each arm, and it's a mini-suit, I suppose, the cloth hugs her body, the lightest of tans is that cloth, she twists this way and that, long yellow legs warm in the sun. . .
there is no escaping her being there is no desire to. . .
my radio is playing symphonic music that she cannot hear but her movements coincide exactly to the rythms of the symphony. . .
she is dark, she is dark she is reading about God. I am God.
---Bukowski
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: Penguarky Tunguin]
#8343983 - 04/29/08 09:49 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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I just don't "get" poetry, it normally just bothers me to read it, but Bukowski just goes hand in hand with alcohol, a marriage I've made in my mind.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: jewunit]
#8344032 - 04/29/08 09:55 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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lol, i don't really have anything to add.
the only two poets i like are bukowski and rumi.
edit: oh yeah and saul williams of course.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: jewunit]
#8344035 - 04/29/08 09:56 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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I don't even read Bukowski as poetry. Just like a story in a paragraph broken down into lots of lines.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: Penguarky Tunguin]
#8344050 - 04/29/08 09:59 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Whenever I read poetry I always pause after every line. So I read it as something like this.
Sunday I am eating a (pause) grapefruit, church is over at the Russian (pause) Orthodox to the West. (Really long pause for new stanza)
You get the point.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: jewunit]
#8344068 - 04/29/08 10:01 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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jewunit said: Whenever I read poetry I always pause after every line. So I read it as something like this.
Sunday I am eating a (pause) grapefruit, church is over at the Russian (pause) Orthodox to the West. (Really long pause for new stanza)
You get the point.
You should try reading poetry out loud to yourself. You just sort of end up stumbling into the rhythm of how it should probably be read...I think poetry is a lot more gratifying when its read aloud. Get good and drunk and angry and read Howl out loud in your room some night - now that's a good time.
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake. -Erik Davis
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8344253 - 04/29/08 10:39 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Robert Service
I have many of his pieces put to memory, including many of the famous ballads he wrote like The Cremation of Sam McGee
My Grandpa used to tell me poems as a kid and it just kinda stuck. I've been writing/memorizing/reciting all my life.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
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Just keep Ginsberg out of this thread--I think that's fair ground rules.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: GnuBobo]
#8344392 - 04/29/08 11:10 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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People will probably say it's cliche or whatever, but I'm a huge Emily Dickinson fan. Much of her stuff is really dark, but she has just as many funny poems as she does sad ones. And most of her poems are pretty short and accessible, for whatever that is worth.
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I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling – thro' endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue –
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door – When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" – I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run – To see the Tippler Leaning against the – Sun!
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Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag today Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory
As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break agonized and clear!
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A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs: A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, "you're hurt" exclaim
-------------------- After one comes, through contact with it's administrators, no longer to cherish greatly the law as a remedy in abuses, then the bottle becomes a sovereign means of direct action. If you cannot throw it at least you can always drink out of it. - Ernest Hemingway If it is life that you feel you are missing I can tell you where to find it. In the law courts, in business, in government. There is nothing occurring in the streets. Nothing but a dumbshow composed of the helpless and the impotent. -Cormac MacCarthy He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God. - Aeschylus
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: jewunit]
#8344586 - 04/29/08 11:56 PM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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jewunit said: Shel Silverstein purely for nostalgia.
i understadnd that but i dig him for all sorts of resons his adult stuff is a hoot as welll as where the side walk ends, a light in the attic .ect
also dr.seuss
but thats just like....duh
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: Madtowntripper]
#8344715 - 04/30/08 12:44 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Madtowntripper said: People will probably say it's cliche or whatever, but I'm a huge Emily Dickinson fan. Much of her stuff is really dark, but she has just as many funny poems as she does sad ones. And most of her poems are pretty short and accessible, for whatever that is worth.
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I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling – thro' endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue –
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door – When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" – I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run – To see the Tippler Leaning against the – Sun!
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Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag today Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory
As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break agonized and clear!
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A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs: A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, "you're hurt" exclaim
That's shit.
-------------------- Jerry Garcia. JERRY GARCIA! JERRY GARCIA!!!!
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: GnuBobo]
#8344791 - 04/30/08 01:24 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca. 84 BC – ca. 54 BC) was a Roman poet of the 1st century BC. His work remains widely studied, and continues to influence poetry and other art.
Catullus 97 (metre: comic anapests)
I'll be damned if I thought that it mattered a bit if I smelled Emil's mouth or his anus No more maculate this nor immaculate that; Yes, I'd label his anus less heinous! 'Cause it's toothless, but sesquipedalian fangs fill his gob, and his sagging gums flutter. And his gangrenous grin makes me think of the cunt of a jenny in rut making water. So he fucks all the girls and he plays mr. cool, and he's not mucking mules as a gangman? Any female who'd touch him, why shouldn't we think she'd lick ass on a pox-rotten hangman?
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: blackegg]
#8344821 - 04/30/08 01:43 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Nice translation.
It's good to see people standing up for human nature through the ages of distant Empires.
People just want to fuck, basically. Have a home and a family.
Well done, sir. Thank you for your contribution.
-------------------- Jerry Garcia. JERRY GARCIA! JERRY GARCIA!!!!
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: GnuBobo]
#8344868 - 04/30/08 02:14 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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"My dear Cato, it was quite funny, So bend an ear and hear my tale Of the farm boy I found fucking His lady love on yonder vale. My tunic up, I fell upon him Before the lad had yet pulled out And thrust myself right up his backside; You really should have heard him shout!"
-------------------- 'Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain and leave the Shroomery.' ~ Jim Morrison
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: blackegg]
#8344915 - 04/30/08 03:09 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Henry Rollins is kinda funny in an I-take-myself-way-too-seriously way. Observe: "I wish I could meet a woman that could show me something One who could make my blood stop screaming It feels good to kill a mosquito A female that sucks your blood Smashed against a wall, legs broken
I want to fall in love with a woman One who loved me One who could show me I could trust her One who showed me That I don't have to be on my guard all the time Don't touch me I'll feel too good I'll fall apart The only thing holding me together is my pain " Henry Rollins
hahaha, that's guys a ton of fun I tell ya'.
-------------------- 'Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain and leave the Shroomery.' ~ Jim Morrison
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: GnuBobo]
#8344961 - 04/30/08 03:50 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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GnuBobo said:
That's shit.
Because it rhymes?
That's pretty elitist of you.
-------------------- After one comes, through contact with it's administrators, no longer to cherish greatly the law as a remedy in abuses, then the bottle becomes a sovereign means of direct action. If you cannot throw it at least you can always drink out of it. - Ernest Hemingway If it is life that you feel you are missing I can tell you where to find it. In the law courts, in business, in government. There is nothing occurring in the streets. Nothing but a dumbshow composed of the helpless and the impotent. -Cormac MacCarthy He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God. - Aeschylus
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: Madtowntripper]
#8344974 - 04/30/08 04:07 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Here's some modern verse, from Benjamin Zephaniah
Bought and Sold
Smart big awards and prize money Is killing off black poetry It's not censors or dictators that are cutting up our art. The lure of meeting royalty And touching high society Is damping creativity and eating at our heart.
The ancestors would turn in graves Those poor black folk that once were slaves would wonder How our souls were sold And check our strategies, The empire strikes back and waves Tamed warriors bow on parades When they have done what they've been told They get their OBE's.
Don't take my word, go check the verse Cause every laureate gets worse A family that you cannot fault as muse will mess your mind, And yeah, you may fatten your purse And surely they will check you first when subjects need to be amused With paid for prose and rhymes.
Take your prize, now write more, Faster, Fuck the truth Now you're an actor do not fault your benefactor Write, publish and review, You look like a dreadlocks Rasta, You look like a ghetto blaster, But you can't diss your paymaster And bite the hand that feeds you.
What happened to the verse of fire Cursing cool the empire What happened to the soul rebel that Marley had in mind, This bloodstained, stolen empire rewards you and you conspire, (Yes Marley said that time will tell) Now look they've gone and joined.
We keep getting this beating It's bad history repeating It reminds me of those capitalists that say 'Look you have a choice,' It's sick and self-defeating if our dispossessed keep weeping And we give these awards meaning But we end up with no voice.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: theorganicdomino]
#8345004 - 04/30/08 04:44 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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ASJ Tessimond has some cool stuff. kindof a romantic poet. some pretty naturalistic stuff though
Birch Tree
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk, In the dark glass; But, Spring coming on, Is afraid, And scarfs the white limbs In green.
Black Morning Lovesong
In love's dances, in love's dances One retreats and one advances, One grows warmer and one colder, One more hesitant, one bolder. One gives what the other needed Once, or will need, now unheeded. One is clenched, compact, ingrowing While the other's melting, flowing. One is smiling and concealing While the other's asking kneeling. One is arguing or sleeping While the other's weeping, weeping.
And the question finds no answer And the tune misleads the dancer And the lost look finds no other And the lost hand finds no brother And the word is left unspoken Till the theme and thread are broken.
When shall these divisions alter? Echo's answer seems to falter: 'Oh the unperplexed, unvexed time Next time...one day...one day...next time!'
into a lot of beat poets too of course... keats and yeats and wilde as well, for sure.
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Edited by HeadTripVertigo (04/30/08 04:46 AM)
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: blackegg]
#8345211 - 04/30/08 07:27 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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blackegg said: Henry Rollins is kinda funny in an I-take-myself-way-too-seriously way. Observe: "I wish I could meet a woman that could show me something One who could make my blood stop screaming It feels good to kill a mosquito A female that sucks your blood Smashed against a wall, legs broken
I want to fall in love with a woman One who loved me One who could show me I could trust her One who showed me That I don't have to be on my guard all the time Don't touch me I'll feel too good I'll fall apart The only thing holding me together is my pain " Henry Rollins
hahaha, that's guys a ton of fun I tell ya'.
I've always thought Rollins never took him self seriously.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: HeadTripVertigo]
#8345243 - 04/30/08 07:41 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Speaking of getting drunk and reading poetry...(a drunk WILL TALK, there's no stopping that...)I used to have this sauced friend who'd come over and we'd read Nabokov's Pale Fire for hours.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
#8345463 - 04/30/08 09:25 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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William Blake.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: Adden]
#8345484 - 04/30/08 09:33 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
-thanks for reminding me jewunit.
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Re: Which poets do you enjoy the most? (If you're into that sorta thing.) [Re: superblingtheory]
#8345496 - 04/30/08 09:39 AM (15 years, 10 months ago) |
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Bluebird there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
Charles Bukowski
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