5089. ScreamingSin - 10/17/2003 3:23:59 PM
They shall not
grow old,as we
that are left
grow old:
Age shall not weary
them, nor the years
condemn.
At the going down
of the sun and in the morning
We will remember
them.
-Laurence Binyon, 1914
5090. ScreamingSin - 10/23/2003 5:10:10 PM Don't you know
Nobody parts
Two rivers met
-LP 5091. RickNelson - 10/23/2003 10:23:49 PM SS,
I've read the Binyon poem a lot during this week. I'm impressed with its general command of death and empathic simplicity.
I picked up WCW to reflect upon the poem. For me WCW represents an example of minimal impact. Within the book "Imaginations", part I "Kora In Hell", the end of 13 and to 14 reads: "If the inventive imagination must look, as I think, to the field of art for its richest discoveries today it will best make its way by compass and follow no path.
We're all quite set upon with the knowledge base we're supplied with. It's good, very good to know these things. What "these" are doesn't matter, because we interpret them toward our own nuances anyway. This is what I think.
What can be done when the imagined inspiration hits? For me, it's usually time to battle my innate senses. My intuition to create instead of let happen. I'm just too forced for my own happiness. That's what I think.
You're very welcome around the Mote SS. You've a sense of what is; experienced. 5092. RickNelson - 10/23/2003 11:04:58 PM I found this exellent example of iambic pentameter on Poetry Daily, today.
It starts in the metaphysical, ending with a strong comparrison of ageless connections.
Sarah Wardle
Metre
Number 14
Autumn 2003
"Upper Palćolithic
It might be thirty thousand years ago,
with horses and bison running the plains,
and you in skins with a bow and arrow,
holding me close against the cold night wind,
above us a sky, pitch black as a cave,
stars at intervals like blazing torches,
and our modern selves, descendants we made,
like two rivers, traced back to their sources,
instead of the twenty-first century
with late-night traffic and the cafés closed,
shop lights masking the stars, as you kiss me
on buried earth in Tottenham Court Road."
5093. Neato - 10/24/2003 9:03:19 AM Rick, I think you might be right about creating instead of letting it happen. To me some of your posts in the childhood thread are sort of poetry, or you could make them so. 5094. ScreamingSin - 10/26/2003 2:36:57 PM Neato, I still swoon every time I see your login.
Ahem.
I am going to post an unfinished poem of no import. 5095. Neato - 10/27/2003 6:42:15 PM Your swoon is noows to me.
Where's that unimportant poem? 5096. Macnas - 10/27/2003 6:46:06 PM Spoonerism's! or kind of.
Nice one Neato. 5097. uzmakk - 10/30/2003 1:25:25 AM Dr. Suess must have penned
The Cat in the Hat Comes Back
After completing a large pot of borsch. 5098. arkymalarky - 10/30/2003 6:12:01 AM Uz!
Good to see yuz! (to keep it poetical) 5099. uzmakk - 10/31/2003 5:49:00 AM Hello, Arky. 5100. PelleNilsson - 11/1/2003 12:58:27 AM An illustrated poem by a master wordsmith who shall (mercifully) remain nameless:
Pelle drives a Ferguson,
a Ferguson, a Ferguson.
Yes, Pelle drives a Ferguson,
a Massey, Massey Fergusson.
Repeat and let reverberate in your head. 5101. uzmakk - 11/1/2003 10:22:57 PM Nilsson,
It is clear that you an I share a poetical sense. Btw, it is a near certainty that Suess grated the beets. 5102. RickNelson - 11/1/2003 11:15:50 PM Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day... 5103. RickNelson - 11/1/2003 11:18:25 PM I think a Massey can sound like poetry. cathumpita thumpita thumpita, and Suess would be happy. 5104. ScreamingSin - 11/3/2003 3:56:51 PM I love that picture of
the boy
driving, driving, driving
the
tractor 5105. ScreamingSin - 11/6/2003 2:14:54 PM Girlfriend and I
Spontaneously combusted
We lit out with
An unrehearsed
'Feeling groovy' 5106. RickNelson - 11/8/2003 10:39:02 PM That was a pretty good song SS and I still like it.
I read about the hippie
and I was just like you.
I chanced to meet a hippie
in '88 my year of no clue.
while in advanced learning
at Southern Illinois U
I owned a car with a carving-
to my dash-board it was glued.
The fingers of peace not anger
observed by this man with long hair
who gave me a hug as a stranger.
5107. ScreamingSin - 11/21/2003 2:53:00 PM Joyce vs Nelson
We are comparing Finnegans Wake vs Whiskey River.
Let's have the poetry first, and later the discussion.
5108. ScreamingSin - 11/21/2003 2:56:45 PM First off, the text of Finnegans Wake is not easy to find. I click on link after link, and it is all discussions of The Master, gaaaak.
I click on my first Willie link, and I'm there.
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