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Re: Poetry
Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 1:46 pm
by Vermin
premature don't post clarkman
Re: Poetry
Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 1:51 pm
by Atreyu
Gil-Martin wrote:ooh smooth. i bet you've used that cheeky one to good effect before
Damn. If I'd known you were there with your camera I'd have worn my contacts.
Re: Poetry
Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 2:07 pm
by thousand yard stare
Poor old Clarkman. By the way, where's the Baron of Rhymes? He's not been seen round these parts for a while.
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:23 am
by Kinetic
This thread failed somewhat didn't it.
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:08 am
by still
Atreyu wrote:Vaguely back on topic, the poems Ezra Pound translated from the original Chinese are astonishing.
Agreed - just come across these - and they are widely available for zilch on the net - the link below is probably the best set I've come across:
http://paintedricecakes.org/languageart ... pound.htmlJust getting into chinese poetry; I've been interested in japanese, (not just haiku !), and zen buddhist poetry for a while now so I'll try and contribute more later.
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:20 am
by Skarjo
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:23 am
by still
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:25 am
by Skarjo
closer wrote:So kiss me you fool!
*Smooch*
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:43 am
by RamSteelwood
Muhammad Ali's shortest poem ever:
Me,
We.
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:50 am
by still
Skarjo wrote:closer wrote:So kiss me you fool!
*Smooch*
Whoah - get back to the hot babe thread !
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:52 am
by JK
Little dog
Crossing street
Motor car
Sausage meat
Anon
Re: Poetry
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:22 pm
by Lotus
Can't say I'm a huge fan of poetry, but I do like Scottish Fiction by Edwin Morgan:
It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security can keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
Re: Poetry
Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:55 pm
by still
A short Chinese poem:
Winter Night Farewell
At first light, you ride
swiftly under the village bridge;
Plum blossoms fall
on the stream and the un-melted snow.
With the days short and the weather cold,
it is sad to see a guest depart;
The Ch'u mountains are boundless,
and the road,
is remote
Chia Tao - (779-843)
Re: Poetry
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:27 am
by Kinetic
Lotus wrote:Can't say I'm a huge fan of poetry, but I do like Scottish Fiction by Edwin Morgan:
It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security can keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
Ah, I've always wondered what that poem was since hearing Idlewild use it in the aptly titled 'Scottish Fiction'. Might check out some more of Morgan's stuff.
Re: Poetry
Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:10 am
by Scotticus Erroticus
Kinetic wrote:This thread failed somewhat didn't it.
Not necessarily. I dable with poetry from time to time..just for fun really, it passes the time.
The Making of a Martyr
Wherever there is discord, wherever there is strife.
There will also be a hero giving up their life.
They die for truth and honour; they die to keep the peace,
But what if the role of martyr should come to you and me?
Would we burn in the flames of heroes, would we cower to our knees?
Would our voices stay immortal, or would they adapt to please?
Prevailing voices can be heard from those who've paid the price,
The silence of the quitters; do utter not a word.
To die a death of meaning or to live to save your save,
Would you crumble under pressure or become immortal to your kin?
The making of a martyr, that oh so common theme,
Echoes down the annals of time in our eternal scenes.
The making of a martyr, means everything to me.