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Quote:
I'll just have to down a few extra beers to ease the sorrow. it may be sad but its also very good. ;) |
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I've always loved Diane DiPrima's rawness, so this is "My Lover's Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun". It's a good flip on the old "like a red red rose" stuff.
These eyes are amber, they have no pupils, they are filled w/a blue light (fire). They are the eyes of gods the eyes of insects, straying godmen of the galaxy, metallic wings. Those eyes were green are still, sea green, or grey their light less defined. These sea-green eyes spin dreams on the palpable air. They are not yrs or mine. It is as if the dead saw thru our eyes, other for a moment borrowed these windows, gazing. We keep still. It is as if these windows filled for a minute w/a different light. Not blue, not amber. But the curtain drawn over our daily gaze is drawn aside. Who are you, really. I have seen it often enough, the naked gaze of power. We "charge" the other with it / the leap into non-betrayal, a wind w/ out sound we live in. Where are we, really, climbing the sides of buildings to peer in like spiderman, at windows not our own
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MISINTUPITATED- The act of removing the spine by use of fire. DEVESTED- The removal of one's vest. SCTUPP- To deficate on a woman after nonconsensual sex. |
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Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wifred Owen
What passing-bells for those who die like cattle? -Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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The Mad Gardner's Song
Lewis Carroll He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again ,and found it was A letter from his wife. 'At length I realise,' he said, The bitterness of Life!' He thought he saw a Buffalo Upon the chimney-piece: He looked again,and found it was His Sister's Husband's Niece 'Unless you leave this house,' he said 'I'll send for the Police!' He thought he saw a Rattlesnake That questioned him in Greek: He looked again,and found it was The Middle of Next Week. 'The one thing I regret,' he said, 'Is that it cannot speak!' He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk Descending from the bus: He looked again,and found it was A Hippopotamus. 'If this should stay to dine,' he said, 'There won't be much for us!' He thought he saw a Kangaroo That worked a coffee-mill: He looked again,and found it was A Vegetable-Pill. 'Were I to swallow this,' he said, 'I should be very ill!' He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four That stood beside his bed: He looked again,and found it was A Bear without a Head. 'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing! It's waiting to be fed!' He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again,and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. 'You'd best be getting home,' he said, 'The nights are very damp!' He thought he saw a Garden-Door That opened with a key: He looked again,and found it was A Double Rule of Three: 'And all it's mystery,' he said, 'Is clear as day to me!' He thought he saw a Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again,and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. 'A fact so dread,' he faintly said, Extinguishes all hope!' |
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Another one from Byron
'All Is Vanity,' Saith the Preacher Fame,wisdom,love,and power were mine, And health and youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And lovely forms caressed me; I sunned my heart in beauty' eyes, And felt my soul grow tender; All the earth can give,or mortal prize, Was mine of regal splendour. I strive to number o'er what days Remembrance can discover, Which all that life or earth displays Would lure me to live over. There rose no day,there rolled no hour Of pleasure unembittered; And not a trapping decked my power That galled not while it glittered. The serpent of the field,by art And spells,is won from harming; But that which soils around the heart, Oh! who hath power of charming? It will not list to wisdom's lore, Nor music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it. |
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