Poetry Forum

I play this in my Writing classes all the time. I love how she builds the song from just clapping into a near cacophony.

Heh. Yosemite put you much, much closer to me.

I live an hour from the gate.

Next time, mate.

Where's your daughter attending?

You were three hours away...should've looked me up. Were you visiting San Francisco?

David,

JCO is indeed prolific. Something like 15 short story collections and 90 novels. The Wonderland Quartet, of which Garden of Earthly Delights is I believe the first, is as good a place as any to wade into the Oatesiness.

Cheers,

K.

I'm rediscovering the man...impressed at every turn.

Sweet. I like Rudd, particularly his version of "No Woman, No Cry."

Cheers,

K.

I can't stand Brightman, here. I concur, hamster all the way. Also, you'd think that she'd bother to pronounce the words correctly...

Bocelli is awesome as always, though.

A Garden of Earthly Delights by Joyce Carol Oates.

David's Peyroux post put me in mind of this one:




Any more come to mind?

What Work Is We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work is--if you're old enough to read this you know what work is, although you may not do it. Forget you. This is about waiting, shifting from one foot to another. Feeling the light rain falling l...

Aerie: in an empty field, across from pistachio trees, dropped onto a creosote post, corseted by telephone wires. Elemental squatters. Red tails, they say, mate for life. But this seems like the first nest they’ve built: a pokey reed-basket. A pincushion: all passion and no skill. Soon, the pole’s c...

Mic, That last stanza is an ass-kicker. Wonderfully done. I think a bit more could be done with the swingers...that is, more could be done to draw out the dichotomy you seem to be working for. As it stands right now, it seems that the chandelier (untested though it may be) exists only for a kitschy ...

It should be noted, though, that Frosty never really broke form.

I think the rest of the quote runs somewhere along the lines of: You could do it, but why would you want to?

I could be paraphrasing, just a touch.

You bastard. You picked up German without me. Although, wait...did I tell you to do that? No, I probably told you to shoot for French--better chick prospects there. But damn I love Rilke. And Goethe. You little fucker. I love you, but I'm gonna have to pound on you just a little bit. Oh. Well done b...

But look at how many views the thread has gotten!

I've been back two or three times, just hoping....

Well, certainly form can be poetic (though Baywatch must surely represent a canned piece of Petrarch), but poetry need not have form to be so. At least not insofar as it has been defined by Brian, methinks. This is a tough one, though, since language itself relies on formal conventions, however flui...

Fook diplomacy! Well, speaking as a member of the North American exotica who has bled out the butt and burned out, I'm glad to be back. But I would qualify that PG isn't dying. Slipping into curmudgeon mode now: I remember when the board was largely comprised of kris, Arco, and I. That was dodgy, le...

Hey Caleb! Good to see your residual self again. I'm going to try to revise III this weekend. Thanks to Sharra as well. I went back to school, bro. I'm slogging through me masters now, which means I can teach the freshman english classes. Fruit was too dull, I needed to flex my inner dictator. Cheer...

Welcome.

Love me some Ginsberg.

You should fit in just fine at the Graves.

Cheers,

TB

"horses either dead or dust" Great line. I'm not sure, but maybe the rhythm of the piece could be improved by replacing many of the conjunctions and filler words (and, while, still, yet) with some judiciously applied punctuation? Worth a look, perhaps. Also, I'm not sure I like "ablaz...

Oy. New slang from one of my students seems adequate for me here:

Fucktarded.

Jesus. And I used to be the spelling Nazi on the site.

I need not to post when drunk and sad.

Hey, mine's younger than yours!

Old balls are a bit of a hang up...

I was hoping you'd chime in Kris!

I knew you liked old Leonard around the same way that I like Dylan: admiration and awe. And just a bit of a gay crush.


Cheers,

Keith

Reminiscent of the Love Song of J. Alfred Fuckedwit (as renamed by Barrie).

A nice bit of morbidity.

Cheers,

K.

I. The split sided saviour’s corpse has been placed in the pit. Rocked in. Apostles have hidden their rooster-shit faces three times more. It’s a lonely feeling when your purpose dies at its crowning—king of skulls. Saturday. The seder meal rots slowly. Flies have no respect for the dead son of God....