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specifically poetry...
#8688615 - 07/27/08 02:43 PM (15 years, 8 months ago) |
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I was so shocked an inspired by the T.S Elliot poetry posted by AislingGheal in the post only one pic thread, I was very tempted to go on and ruin the thread entirely.
that piece was pretty amazing, it rather long in entirety,and although a little repetetive, if I must indulge my inner critic, so beautiful none the less.
T.S Elliot: Four quarters.
Now I am on a roll, anyone else passionate for poetry?
Please link, copy/paste any excepts, whole piece/s that have made an impact on your mind and heart.
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The Second Coming - W.B. Yeats
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Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling?
Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world.
just quickly skimmed through them to find something short and to the point, and found this. beautiful!
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wow, I was not expecting response to this thread, which goes to show the worth of my predictions.
These poems are beautiful. And not of the style I expected.
I wonder if anyone has anything more contemporary? Don't get me wrong, I really love these and whole heartedly invite MORE...just a thought for variety.
I posted this, for my own poetic gratification and pleasure, but perhaps I shall dig some of my favourites up...Maybe be bold and post my own?
Which btw, I also fully encourage from others.
Full poetic encouragement granted. You know in your heart this is not a common occurrence
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: deranger]
#8688802 - 07/27/08 03:34 PM (15 years, 8 months ago) |
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Check out Rumi, in particular Coleman Barks' translation. It changed my life.
Quatrains
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.
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The Freshness
When it's cold and raining, you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born, you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can't explain the goings, or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again. Inside the majesty.
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Tonight is the night. It's the creation of that land of eternity. It's not an ordinary night, it's a wedding of those who seek Love. Tonight, the bride and groom speak in one tongue. Tonight, the bridal chamber is looking particularly bright.
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My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold. Every cell, taking wings, flies about the world. All seek separately the many faces of my Beloved.
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I am dust particles in sunlight,
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isn't. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who
I am. Say I
am You.
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I am sleeping within fragile skin, dreaming of a brighter flame to wake within Am i free to be here now? That‘s everything i have.. Why do we lose ourselves to fires on the shelf? We could feel ourselves and how we break our shells You give me the frameless shape i‘m moving in Full of you is everything I‘m burning in I am free to be here now.. That‘s everything i have I‘m fading into the stars tonight Right into your toxic light to swallow up your sky and burn like firebirds.. So bright.. Into the stars tonight Right into your toxic light to swallow up your sky and burn like firebirds.. So bright..
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: deranger]
#8690503 - 07/27/08 10:29 PM (15 years, 8 months ago) |
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3 poems by Alexandra Redgrove
i What is words moor? An incipient con... Surreal yet infertile. Confausea despairend writhing, deep discussing disgusting confusion and logick unchecked.
ii There was, a slow almost imperceivable shrinkage. And walls, familiar relics accumulating dust and weight. Weight also manifesting in her little heart. The days all had been leading here, to this point in time, of this she is certain. To a pretty yet intricately chaotic shrine. A shrine that encapsulated her melancholic lethargy... She sighs, swallows thickly. The moment passes.
iii I find myself fixated, Down in excavated neural trenches. Inhabited, they are by the ghosts of wars past. They have become a vast network, always leading me back toward the old ground, to the old blood and tear soaked earth of yesterday.
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: deranger]
#8690530 - 07/27/08 10:34 PM (15 years, 8 months ago) |
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I thought I dreamt that post. No wonder everything seems familiar...I was listening to that song thinking, shit, I know these words!!!!
Of course you did, you dumb bitch, you read them, not so long ago in the thread!!!!!!
*sigh* Ah lucidity, she comes and goes...
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Posted this years ago if I recall, but it's a favorite so here again.
A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
- William Blake
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love the rumi most always find it a guide to reconnection
i went around the net to shore up my t s elliot which had dissassembled over time
thanks for the thread
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Interesting thread, but does this have anything to do with Philosophy or Spirituality?
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poetry is a form of expressing philosophy not to mention revealing psychology.
spirituality? I guess that depends on your poetry taste...
Wow, I feel like I have been visited by a celebrity.
I will concede its self indulgent nature, and my own desire to read poetry, as well as the desire NOT to ruin the other thread.
Poetry is my main form of emotional and mental outlet, it encompasses my ego, psyche and conveys, teases and hints at many of my personal philosophies.
thanks for the input...got any poetry?
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: Diploid]
#8691436 - 07/28/08 07:23 AM (15 years, 8 months ago) |
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Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness, as a Chinese jar still Moves perpetually in its stillness. Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts, Not that only, but the co-existence, Or say that the end precedes the beginning, And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now. Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still. Shrieking voices Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering, Always assail them. The Word in the desert Is most attacked by voices of temptation, The crying shadow in the funeral dance, The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
T.S. Eliot
I dug that...
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Quote:
AislingGheal said: Posted this years ago if I recall, but it's a favorite so here again.
A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
- William Blake
Thanks for posting this. Gotta love Blake.
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Gotta love Blake.
I'm not sure an angry prick would know what love is...
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: Diploid]
#8691480 - 07/28/08 07:46 AM (15 years, 7 months ago) |
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Quote:
Diploid said: Interesting thread, but does this have anything to do with Philosophy or Spirituality?
If anyone likes, they can always prise, pick, analyse, examine, discuss any themes or ideas raised in any of the poetry included in this thread, not just "recite" them...which you should also do. (flex your copy/paste fingers.)
I intend to.
Interaction is encouraged. As is any original work. Particularly, if you are willing to discuss it
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Amiri Baraka
He had got, finally, to the forest of motives. There were no owls, or hunters. No Connie Chatterleys resting beautifully on their backs, having casually brought socialism to England. Only ideas, and their opposites Like, he was really nowhere.
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: blewmeanie]
#8694175 - 07/28/08 08:11 PM (15 years, 7 months ago) |
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The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own. if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live, or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keeping the empty moments.
http://todoke.net/invitation/
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: SampaJasli]
#8694226 - 07/28/08 08:19 PM (15 years, 7 months ago) |
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That is beautiful.
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I expose myself here You walk in and fear
me
What I could be
They erase me...
Thx
Angst
Don't write it down if you can't stand your ground.
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