Poetry Forum

i saw lou reed on his i wanna be edgar allan poe tour, i still cant decide if it was good or bad. errrrm i have seen cradle of filth, once, never again. id say the most embarressing gig would be one of my friends bands at a local venue, he got really drunk before the gig, forgot all the lines to his...

ah what a friendly board.

oh like you wouldnt believe. Damn hippy parents.

i suppose it depends how you write. i often row with a friend of mine about this, whether the pursuit of art is entirely selfish especially in such times as we live in when our labours and energies would be far better put to use attempting to salvage the remenants of the environment, or finding a so...

I suppose i thought the title was enough to reveal meaning, 'hysteria' meant 'wandering womb', and was the medical term for all female mental ailments uptil Freud had his twopenneth. General thought was that the womb became detached and wandered around the body wreaking havok on the other organs as ...

i thought ford was just being a whiny baby. We had to sit through much worse at out last open mike night.

My womb is a-wandering again The leaves on the floor lie uncrushed Perfect, an agony of nature. Branch through a hole in the ceiling The smell, god the smell of growth Progress, cells divide mutinously Wallpaper hangs down like torn skin: I do not see the ghost of a pattern; maybe it was plain all a...

i just had a feminist fiction module at uni which was basically 'lets kiss winterson's ass'. damn them all.

i miss him. memory lane this is the place you'll end up when you lose the chase where you’re dragged against your will from a basement on the hill and all anybody knows is you're not like them and they kick you in the head and send you back to bed isolation pulled you pass a tunnel to a bright world...

If your really smart you'll move away from a reductive biographical reading of plath's poetry, its very easy to say she was a poet who lived here and her father was such like and you can read it here in her poems, but you are losing a lot of the reading in doing so. For one we do not have Plath arou...

The original version of the script said that the poetry of Paul Neil Milne Johnstone (who went to school with Douglas Adams) but the editors were a little scared about leaving it in. there is some actual vogon poetry in that same book... Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me / As plurdl...

i wouldnt class shakespeares sonnets as particularly wonderful or enjoyable, technically interesting and certainly good but not among the best, the only real interest for me is in the mystery of it all.

ahhh i cant say i agree. i love rereading that, i guess knowing derrida helped me deconstruct the reality of the situation.

richard brautigan, twoud keep me human.

metamorphoses is worth it, just to get you hooked.

i love franny and zoey, one of my all time favourite books that i read over and over and over.

Bring on Death and Northern Gloominess I say. Next you'll be saying Larkin was a miserable arse, I don't know.......... ok, ok, im just desperatly jealous, i live in the midst of yorkshire gloominess and i know im not going to be able to make a living writing about it, no dont get me wrong i do enj...

most of the hitchhikers series open in an amusing or interesting way. i love all those books. found the long dark teatime of the soul a little dull for him though. opening lines.... 'it was a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils' ok not the opening you normally come ...

is it wrong to dislike D H lawrence as a novelist? similar situation, i love his poetry but his prose is sick-inducing. sons and lovers is constantly, 'she turned around and looked at a rose, which made him feel sick for no apparent reason' and wound me up just a little.

i liked ted hughes when i was like 10, but its all black, death, darkness, scary things, animal allusion, black, more death, northern gloominess, and finally, death. which is all well and good but he made a career of it, damn him.

I despise Wordsworth with a vengence, his work is dull, monotonous, uninspired and ripped off. i think his sister dorothy had more talent, and his mate coleridge was the real genius.

Too late to fret We said we let this happen Because because sick of it all Kills off her memory Deadens the white For just a while For just a moment the whole world Just for me Listen to the lies They tell you more truth than you’ll ever understand Should this ever reach you Beyond the cusp This itc...

Tons of books, reading as much of Derrida as possible in one go was probably the most important, deconstruction makes life or whatever it is more amusingly bearable. also his dealings in the concept of the spectre made certain events more palatable to my non-genius mind. george orwell's 'a clergyman...

Feeling out a splayed leg stretched
Pathetic perfection five toes counted
I met your eyes and saw nothing
The edge an inch and gone.
Fluorescent Coat covering the mess
Ambulance driver coaxing responses
They arrived, move us on please
Nothing here get on with your lives
While they clear it away.

some of the lines dont seem to say anything relative or sound a little crass: 'Sat on a bench, don’t know where In a park in the midday sun People talking to me, not sure though Lips are moving, can’t hear them' perhaps im wrong there, maybe this has some meaning i cant glean with my soft human brai...