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5559. Ulgine Barrows - 1/7/2006 9:56:59 AM happy New year, Poets.
Out on the road today I saw a deadhead sticker
On a cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, don’t
Look back. you can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was,
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-
~Henley
5560. Ulgine Barrows - 1/7/2006 10:01:39 AM I think I'm getting better, wish me luck on that
and Happy New Year
hope you have time to analyze clouds 5561. NuPlanetOne - 1/10/2006 2:30:02 PM
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around and it may show
I don't know, I don't know
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Harrison
…but you know me…
Leave’em laughin’…but leave’em
Happy New Year Ulgine & all…I was analyzing clouds, but clouds got in the way.
5562. Magoseph - 1/10/2006 5:26:57 PM Happy New Year , Nu--starting the year in god form, I see. 5563. NuPlanetOne - 1/11/2006 2:51:10 AM ...god am it all. don't ya hate typos.
thanks mag..happy new one back at you. 5564. Magoseph - 1/11/2006 2:22:41 PM I do, Nu, but not as much as I hate people to attribute talent to a mythical god. 5566. NuPlanetOne - 1/12/2006 5:15:49 AM
Ok. I’ll bite. Which people specifically? Which mythical god? And since all the various gods have specific talents, who precisely is hated most by his attributions? 5567. wonkers2 - 1/15/2006 3:41:35 AM Ballad of the Spanish Civil Guard
Black are the horses.
The horseshoes are black.
On the dark capes glisten
stains of ink and wax.
Their skulls are leaden,
which is why they don't weep.
With their patent-leather souls
they come down the street.
Hunchbacked and nocturnal,
where they go, they command
silences of dark rubber
and fears like fine sand.
They pass where they want,
and they hide in their skulls
a vague astronomy
of shapeless pistols.
Federico Garcia Lorca
1st verse of "Romance de la Guardia Civil Espanola" 5568. wonkers2 - 1/15/2006 4:32:44 AM Song of the Open Road
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
1st two verses of 1st poem in Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." 5569. Ulgine Barrows - 1/18/2006 9:07:24 AM I bite.
There is not one other Beatles song you could have picked to bring me to tears, NuPlanet.
My mom fought with all of us kids to turn the stereo down, but Something, she didn't mind full blast and never yelled at us. 5570. Ulgine Barrows - 1/18/2006 9:08:48 AM ANd i never liked Walt SHitman's whimpering. 5571. Ulgine Barrows - 1/18/2006 12:39:24 PM I prefer a more active poem, such as getting far away from a bad sitch:
Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive
~The Who 5572. wonkers2 - 1/18/2006 3:47:04 PM Your taste, your privilege. Whitman's just the greatest American poet, according to my American Lit teacher. I would have guessed that you would have liked Whitman. Have you read "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed?" or "Oh Captain, My Captain," his elegies to Lincoln? 5573. arkymalarky - 1/19/2006 4:29:37 AM I agree with Wonk's professor, at least to the point of being one of the greatest. I like Taps. I especially like "As toilsome I wandered Virginia's woods...." when he comes across the hastily placed wooden marker for a fallen soldier after the Civil War was ended...." Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade."
Of course, modern song lyrics they ain't. 5574. wonkers2 - 1/19/2006 5:12:58 AM No, we've got Bob Dylan for that. 5575. wonkers2 - 1/19/2006 5:47:03 AM Arky, much as I'm reluctant to admit it, because I'm, as you know, no fan of Eliot, "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock" may well be the second greatest poem after the poems in Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." I find Whitman's view of the world so much more compatible with my own than Eliot's cramped and pessimistic outlook in "The Wasteland" and "Prufrock." 5576. arkymalarky - 1/19/2006 6:02:17 AM My dad loves both (I mention because he's a professor emeritus in Literature and Linguistics), but he's much closer to Whitman. I love Prufrock and The Wasteland, but I love reading more Whitman (as opposed to loving Whitman more). 5577. wonkers2 - 1/19/2006 6:14:54 AM Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover
doth polish the face of his beloved
until he produces a skull.
Erotic Epigrams
John Updike 5578. wonkers2 - 1/19/2006 6:19:25 AM Cog
No, not for him the darkly planned
Ambiguities of flesh.
His maker gave him but one command:
Mesh.
John Updike 5579. NuPlanetOne - 1/21/2006 5:17:51 AM
Beatles, Who, Whitman, Eliot, Dylan. Not sure about the Who. Liked their wasteland better, actually.
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