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Posted: Oct 19, 2021 - 6:28am


Antigone

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Posted: Mar 21, 2021 - 7:03am

There's a softness to
The air, though frosty. The sun
Brings spring's warmth with it.
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Posted: Mar 16, 2021 - 3:13pm

Seven, sunlit male cardinals
In the lilac bush,
To one female.
Are they all courting her?
Antigone

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Posted: Mar 16, 2021 - 3:13pm

 Proclivities wrote:
The Panther
In Jardin des Plantes, Paris 
 
by Rainer Maria Rilke

His tired gaze — from passing endless bars —
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.


translation by Albert Ernest Flemming

 
Wow.
Proclivities

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Posted: Feb 16, 2021 - 1:53pm

The Panther
In Jardin des Plantes, Paris 
 
by Rainer Maria Rilke

His tired gaze — from passing endless bars —
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.


translation by Albert Ernest Flemming



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Posted: Nov 24, 2016 - 7:48am


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Posted: Nov 24, 2016 - 7:43am

Candle Hat by Billy Collins
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather
from painting The Blinding of Sampson.

But in this one Goya stands well back from the mirror
and is seen posed in the clutter of his studio
addressing a canvas tilted back on a tall easel.

He appears to be smiling out at us as if he knew
we would be amused by the extraordinary hat on his head
which is fitted around the brim with candle holders,
a device that allowed him to work into the night.

You can only wonder what it would be like
to be wearing such a chandelier on your head
as if you were a walking dining room or concert hall.

But once you see this hat there is no need to read
any biography of Goya or to memorize his dates.

To understand Goya you only have to imagine him
lighting the candles one by one, then placing
the hat on his head, ready for a night of work.

Imagine him surprising his wife with his new invention,
the laughing like a birthday cake when she saw the glow.

Imagine him flickering through the rooms of his house
with all the shadows flying across the walls.

Imagine a lost traveler knocking on his door
one dark night in the hill country of Spain.
"Come in, " he would say, "I was just painting myself,"
as he stood in the doorway holding up the wand of a brush,
illuminated in the blaze of his famous candle hat.

Antigone

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Posted: Nov 24, 2016 - 6:56am


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Posted: Nov 12, 2016 - 2:09pm

November 10, 2016

Episodes in Recent American History
by Jeremy Pikser

Johnson wages genocidal war on Vietnam, but the idea of Nixon winning seems impossible.

Nixon wins. Is worse than anyone imagined.

Carter promises a new era of honesty and all decent people rejoice when he wins.

He doesn’t do anything to undo damage of Nixon, but supports Shah of Iran and funds the birth of Islamic fundamentalists to bring down USSR but the thought of an idiotic right wing phony like Reagan winning seems impossible.

Reagan wins. Is much worse than anyone imagines is possible. Much worse than Nixon.

Clinton promises a new era of populism and all decent people rejoice when he wins.

Clinton doesn’t do anything to undo damage of Reagan, (except make economy profitable again for the 1%) but starves half million Iraqi children to death, repeals glass steagal, privatizes prison system and ends welfare, but the idea that such a big idiot and right wing nut as Bush could win seems impossible.

Bush wins. Is much more terrible than anyone imagined. Much worse than Reagan.

Obama promises new era of post racial hope and change and wins. The whole world rejoices.

Obama doesn’t undo any of the damage of Bush (except making the economy profitable for the 1% again) bombs 7 countries but the thought that an absolute lunatic like Trump could win seems ABSOLUTELY impossible….

 

http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/11/10/episodes-in-recent-american-history/


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Posted: Dec 22, 2015 - 9:49pm

Bird in Flight

All day I think about it,

then at night I say it.

Where did I come from,

and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere,

I'm sure of that,

and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

When I get back around to that place,

I'll be completely sober.

Meanwhile,

I'm like a bird from another continent,

sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off,

but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes?

What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord,

and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here

will have to take me home.



This poetry.

I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it,

I get very quiet

and rarely speak at all.

- Rumi

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Posted: Oct 2, 2013 - 12:23pm

 helenofjoy wrote:
.....
I will remember and cherish these memories                        
 
Thank you.
Coaxial

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Location: 543 miles west of Paradis,1491 miles eas
Gender: Male


Posted: Oct 2, 2013 - 11:50am

 helenofjoy wrote:
I will remember
The creek dancing through the rock bed
Sparkling
Birdsong echoing high in the treetops
Boulders shouldering their way through the earth
So slowly we don't know it's happening
Steep hills crisscrossed with trails so old
I hear the whispering of the ancients who guard them
And the tension of the city, the intensity of its inhabitants
So fast, so vibrant 
The laughter of children running wild like foxes
They grow before my eyes
Baggins, the panther, loyal, protective, who follows us
On our hikes through the woods
Socks, the soft gray shadow with white paws
Sadie, all dogs incarnate, wise, alert, a loving presence
This woman born of my heart and body now grown
with the family she has created and nurtured
The years without her now soothed with her love
And the gift of family and home
I will remember and cherish these memories 
              
              

 
{#Clap}{#Hug}
Antigone

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Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley
Gender: Female


Posted: Oct 2, 2013 - 11:44am

 helenofjoy wrote:
I will remember
The creek dancing through the rock bed
Sparkling
Birdsong echoing high in the treetops
Boulders shouldering their way through the earth
So slowly we don't know it's happening
Steep hills crisscrossed with trails so old
I hear the whispering of the ancients who guard them
And the tension of the city, the intensity of its inhabitants
So fast, so vibrant 
The laughter of children running wild like foxes
They grow before my eyes
Baggins, the panther, loyal, protective, who follows us
On our hikes through the woods
Socks, the soft gray shadow with white paws
Sadie, all dogs incarnate, wise, alert, a loving presence
This woman born of my heart and body now grown
with the family she has created and nurtured
The years without her now soothed with her love
And the gift of family and home
I will remember and cherish these memories 
              
              

 
Lovely. {#High-five} {#Hug}
helenofjoy

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Gender: Female


Posted: Oct 2, 2013 - 11:17am

I will remember
The creek dancing through the rock bed
Sparkling
Birdsong echoing high in the treetops
Boulders shouldering their way through the earth
So slowly we don't know it's happening
Steep hills crisscrossed with trails so old
I hear the whispering of the ancients who guard them
And the tension of the city, the intensity of its inhabitants
So fast, so vibrant 
The laughter of children running wild like foxes
They grow before my eyes
Baggins, the panther, loyal, protective, who follows us
On our hikes through the woods
Socks, the soft gray shadow with white paws
Sadie, all dogs incarnate, wise, alert, a loving presence
This woman born of my heart and body now grown
with the family she has created and nurtured
The years without her now soothed with her love
And the gift of family and home
I will remember and cherish these memories 
              
              
Manbird

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Gender: Male


Posted: Jan 30, 2013 - 1:11pm


ScottN

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Gender: Male


Posted: Jan 29, 2013 - 2:37pm

 fuzzy wrote:
Many years ago on what i believe was the coldest winter night i've ever seen, i wrote what i believe is a thoughtful and
well-written piece of poetry.  I know it by heart now, so i can go back to it anytime i want during the winter season and
'read' it.

It's a very personal work of art to me and I've decided to share it with you.

Hope you like it.

{#Cheers}

A Winter Poem (by fuzzy)

CIMG0001
                                     SHIT
                                                    ITS COLD

I bow to your eloquence.  Check out Minneapolis temps on Wednesday.  Supposedly going to -15F 


miamizsun

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Gender: Male


Posted: Jan 28, 2013 - 5:09am

this guy has been known to be controversial...



There is no injustice

There is often the extreme nearsightedness

of selfish intent

for as long as i stand here
and you stand there
the appearance of difference
is the God divided
and worshiped from a bloody altar
that man has built to his own dark needs
everything moves
toward a unity
gone missing
time and time again
until pain has brought forth the blossom
of loves symmetry
but
there is no injustice anywhere
there are no innocent bystanders
there are no accidents
and being sorry doesn't help

maybe...
its not your fault
it may not even be wrong

who knows...?
whose view is vast enough
that passing time does not soon compromise
their line of sight?
who sees well enough
to leave well enough
alone?

beautiful bubbles break inside the oceans foam
the water leaks into the sand
then swims away unseen
the wind stirs the leaves
the grass grows
the bees make honey
the fish laugh beneath the surface
and the horses gallop forever beneath the waves
that will never free them

it is only longing
and there is no injustice anywhere

clouds float by like dreams in a peaceful sleep
and the sky is blue
and the sun is brimming with life
and the moon is pregnant with form
and the coyote howls
and the eagle screams
and longing and hunger will never end
desire is the agent of Gods will
and there is no injustice anywhere

the light changes
and gridlock comes
and the car horns honk in Hells unfinished symphony
where the smoke from hidden fires
blows from the manholes and grates
as Jesus blows on his hands in a broken stairwell
with Bethlehem two thousand years away
its going to be a long night
but there is no injustice anywhere
the heat blisters the streets in these cities of wanting
the mad fire dance
the insane dervish in a suit
it fries the palate
all sense of taste is gone
it burns the bowels
and turns the earth an alkaline white
devoid of life
here in the pushing crowd
where loneliness is king
where no one makes love
but are only ashamed
and cannot speak
eyes do not meet
the money changes hands
but never the heart
nor the mind
a place
is what takes place
if you want something else
then go somewhere else
love will only be a problem for you here
It is incredible
and it is insane
it will not get better
it is supposed to be this way
a million years ahead
or a million years behind
t'was ever thus
the city is the same
the drama does not change
the cataclysm comes
and the fiery rain
vaporizes the stage
so that it might all begin again
and there is no injustice anywhere.


aflanigan

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Posted: Jan 24, 2013 - 12:34pm

 caregiver wrote:
  I had some trouble seeing some of this.  Here it is, a little easier on the eyes. Thanks for posting.
 It's not clear when Sandburg typed the poem:

Here is a revolver.

It has an amazing language all its own.

It delivers unmistakable ultimatums.

It is the last word.

A simple, little human forefinger can tell a terrible story with it.

Hunger, fear, revenge, robbery hide behind it.

It is the claw of the jungle made quick and powerful.

It is the club of the savage turned to magnificent precision.

It is more rapid than any judge or court of law.

It is less subtle and treacherous than any one lawyer or ten.

When it has spoken, the case can not be appealed to the supreme court, nor any mandamus nor any injunction nor any stay of execution in and interfere with the original purpose.

And nothing in human philosophy persists more strangely than the old belief that God is always on the side of those who have the most revolvers.



 

I think you nailed it.
aflanigan

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Posted: Jan 23, 2013 - 3:21pm

A newly discovered, eerily topical poem from Carl Sandburg.


Umberdog

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Gender: Male


Posted: Oct 28, 2011 - 11:01pm

To All Our Heroes

We should mourn the death of every creature.
But because of the infinity of death 
cascading all around us...
at every moment of every moment...
one might look and sound like a saint
having the endless torment of the damned
bleeding from one's blinded eyes,
and making us worthy of our saintliness.

So...instead of this great wasting of our lives...
we choose special beings; heroes,
who mean something to us,
in which to honor death.

And so it goes,
by honoring fulfilled lives,
we pay homage to all the little creatures
who did what they had come here to do...
and in so doing...
have held up the foundations of our various lives;
with their thoughts and/or dreams
gone namelessly into the long, long, night,
alone.


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