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5085. RickNelson - 10/10/2003 12:14:42 AM

ScreamingSin,

I welcome discussion. I'm far from insulted. You have connected in some fashion with that crytic stanza? I truly meant it to be vague, not overly descriptive of reality, but the undercurrent of how we can keep a safe distance from someone. Perhaps so we avoid painful emotions.

5086. RickNelson - 10/10/2003 12:18:50 AM

Macnas,


I'm a bit too moved by that latest poem. i'll give a bit of time and come back to it.

best,

Rick

5087. RickNelson - 10/10/2003 12:23:12 AM

dang, it's a crptic stanza. What's with this latest problem I'm having leaving out a letter or word?

I'm thinking it's part of the technical difficulty I'm having while writing any post. I have a serious delay of word presentation. If I type non-stop, my words are totally blank until I stop. Then I can go back and read it. Sometimes I think I've made no mistake, alas that's in error.

Testing:
This is blank-, ok I've stopped and am typing each letter very slowly so I can read it as i type. I'm frustrated already. I want to type faster.

ciao

5088. jexster - 10/10/2003 4:45:00 AM

Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day
I. Anderson

Meanwhile back in the year One --- when you belonged to no-one ---
you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society ---
one day you'll wake up in the Present Day ---
a million generations removed from expectations
of being who you really want to be.

Skating away ---
skating away ---
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

So as you push off from the shore,
won't you turn your head once more --- and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
will live just one more day ---
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind ---
you're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye ---
shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
too damn real and in the present tense?

Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
you're the only person sitting in the audience?

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.



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

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