A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. geordief Valued Senior Member

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    Is an actor who brings his or her interpretation to a role a poet?
    If they, say sigh in a particular ,modulated way could that be described as a poem?

    Yes, I learned the derivation of the word "poet" almost 60 years ago from my Greek teacher (we called him "Bomber" as he must have been in the war over Germany)
    .But I imagine even then (when the word was so used) it was possible to enquire where that word had come from.

    I believe there is some Sanskrit in ancient Greek words and sometimes you can follow derivations of words as far back as that (I am no expert but sometimes I do post questions like that on a website where members would be experts )
     
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  3. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    The Clearing

    Do not try to save
    the whole world
    or do anything grandiose.
    Instead, create
    a clearing
    in the dense forest
    of your life
    and wait there
    patiently,
    until the song
    that is your life
    falls into your own cupped hands
    and you recognize and greet it.
    Only then will you know
    how to give yourself
    to this world
    so worthy of rescue.
    ~ Martha Postlethwaite
     
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  5. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    That is frame-worthy.
     
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  7. Tiassa Let us not launch the boat ... Valued Senior Member

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    On the Persistence of Inquiry in History

    in how many ways
    is the philsopher
    either
    scientist or mystic​


    †​

    (In truth, I am split on the question; offhand I might normally say no or not quite, but some answer otherwise, and I am not inclined to dispute.)
     
  8. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "I think it’s brave. ⁣⁣
    I think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest.⁣⁣
    ⁣⁣
    I think it’s brave that you keep on living⁣⁣
    even if you don’t know how to anymore.⁣⁣
    I think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight.⁣⁣
    ⁣⁣
    I know there are days when you feel like giving up but i think it’s brave that you never do.⁣ Yea I think it's brave."

    Lana Rafael
     
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  9. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    Song of the Witches: “Double, double toil and trouble”
    BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

    (from Macbeth)


    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and caldron bubble.
    Fillet of a fenny snake,
    In the caldron boil and bake;
    Eye of newt and toe of frog,
    Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
    Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
    Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
    For a charm of powerful trouble,
    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and caldron bubble.
    Cool it with a baboon's blood,
    Then the charm is firm and good.


    Notes:
    Macbeth: IV.i 10-19; 35-38
     
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  10. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "The softened light, the veiling haze,
    The calm repose of autumn days,
    Steal gently o'er the troubled breast,
    Soothing life's weary cares to rest."
    ~ Phebe A. Holder, A Song of October
     
  11. geordief Valued Senior Member

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    Has it ever been set to music, I wonder?(Johnny Rotten might give it a go)
     
  12. Tiassa Let us not launch the boat ... Valued Senior Member

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    The Orkney Library on Poetry
    anon. (@OrkneyLibrary), 2022

    a short poem name
    like when we meet a bovine
    and we say 'hi coo'

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  13. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    Or, have Alanis Morisette travel back in time; sounds like it could double as the perfect, angry break-up song.
     
  14. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    Idra Novey


    The Experiment

    We all sensed we were in it, but didn’t know
    who would fund this long a study, what the premise
    behind it could be.

    I suspected it was about ethics,

    but the next week seemed as much a test
    in coping—the artistry of partial views. But if so,
    who’d been scripted

    as the control group?

    Was it us, wilting for all to see in the humid city
    like so many tulips crushed into a pewter vase—
    or was it others,

    in the suburbs, who kept

    to their cars and tended to despair apart, in private,
    where no one would suspect them of sorrow
    until they’d already moved on?

    The study continues:

    the keeping of museums, of dictionaries
    with our best words—a wild faith that someone
    will want to see

    what we have made.
     
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    The Committee Weighs In
    by Andrea Cohen, 2012

    I tell my mother
    I've won the Nobel Prize.

    Again? she says. Which
    discipline this time?

    It's a little game
    we play: I pretend

    I'm somebody, she
    pretends she isn't dead.

     
  16. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "Pale amber sunlight falls across
    The reddening October trees,
    That hardly sway before a breeze
    As soft as summer: summer's loss
    Seems little, dear! on days like these.

    Let misty autumn be our part!
    The twilight of the year is sweet:
    Where shadow and the darkness meet
    Our love, a twilight of the heart
    Eludes a little time's deceit.

    Are we not better and at home
    In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
    No harvest joy is worth a dream?
    A little while and night shall come,
    A little while, then, let us dream.

    Beyond the pearled horizons lie
    Winter and night: awaiting these
    We garner this poor hour of ease,
    Until love turn from us and die
    Beneath the drear November trees."

    ― Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

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  17. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "The Peace of Wild Things

    When despair for the world grows in me
    and I wake in the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting with their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

    Wendell Berry - The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry.
     
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    My Uncle from Odesa, Ukraine Writes
    by Ilya Kaminsky, 2022


    yes, they are sending bombs
    & electricity is turned off periodically
    yes, i am ill, but it is impossible to​
    get to be 83 without some illnesses​
    so i put on my hat
    and go to the farmers market​
    to buy vegetables while air-raid siren moans.

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    Meditations In an Emergency
    by Cameron Awkward-Rich, 2020


    I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.

     
  20. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "And now
    after everything:
    I know this:
    There is a reason
    I am here.
    And that reason
    is bigger than me.
    So I will carry on
    with great faith
    beyond what I can see.
    In pursuit of bold courage,
    on the adventure
    of the journey .."
    ~ Morgan Harper Nichols ~
     
  21. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "Truly, we live with mysteries too
    marvelous to be understood.
    How grass can be nourishing in the
    mouths of the lambs.
    How rivers and stones are forever
    in allegiance with gravity
    while we ourselves dream of rising.
    How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken.
    How people come, from delight or the scars of damage,
    to the comfort of a poem.
    Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.
    Let me keep company always with
    those who say "Look!" and laugh in
    astonishment, and bow their heads."
    ~Mary Oliver, "Mysteries, Yes"
     
  22. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    “the flesh covers the bone
    and they put a mind
    in there and
    sometimes a soul,
    and the women break
    vases against the walls
    and the men drink too
    much
    and nobody finds the
    one
    but keep
    looking
    crawling in and out
    of beds.
    flesh covers
    the bone and the
    flesh searches
    for more than
    flesh.”

    Charles Bukowski
     
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