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02-18-2009, 01:16 AM | #31 |
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Now THIS is a topic I never dreamed would be discussed here in the Tank.
I've got a thing for Dorothy Parker. I can't recommend her collected works highly enough, or to see the film "Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle" starring Jennifer Jason Leigh and literally EVERYBODY ELSE in Hollywood. It showcases some of her work. "Resume" Razors pain you Rivers are damp Acids stain you And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live. This next one is the story of my life: "Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom" Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end. Though I go in pride and strength, I'll come back to bed at length. Though I walk in blinded woe, Back to bed I'm bound to go. High my heart, or bowed my head, All my days but lead to bed. Up, and out, and on; and then Ever back to bed again, Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall- I'm a fool to rise at all! |
02-18-2009, 01:16 AM | #32 |
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Vadersquest said I can't post my favorite poems. Andrew Dice Clay is the man!
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02-18-2009, 01:17 AM | #33 |
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Millennium from "Flowers for Hitler"
This could be my little book about love if I wrote it-- but my good demon said: 'Lay off documents!' Everybody was watching me burn my books-- I swung my liberty torch happy as a gestapo brute; the only thing I wanted to save was a scar a burn or two-- but my good demon said: 'Lay off documents! The fire's not important!' The pile was safely blazing. I went home to take a bath. I phoned my grandmother. She is suffering from arthritis. 'Keep well,' I said, 'don't mind the pain.' 'You neither,' she said. Hours later I wondered did she mean don't mind my pain or don't mind her pain? Whereupon my good demon said: 'Is that all you can do?' Well was it? Was it all I could do? There was the old lady eating alone, thinking about Prince Albert, Flanders Field, Kishenev, her fingers too sore for TV knobs; but how could I get there ? The books were gone my address lists-- My good demon said again: 'Lay off documents! You know how to get there!' And suddenly I did! I remembered it from memory! I found her pouring over the royal family tree, 'Grandma,' I almost said, 'you've got it upside down--' 'Take a look,' she said, 'it only goes to George V.' 'That's far enough you sweet old blood!' 'You're right!' she sang and burned the London Illustrated Souvenir I did not understand the day it was till I looked outside and saw a fire in every window on the street and crowds of humans crazy to talk and cats and dogs and birds smiling at each other! -Leonard Cohen Some L. Cohen followed by a Kerouac signature!! If your post were a card, it would be MOC! |
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02-18-2009, 01:18 AM | #34 |
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Epitaph On The World
by Henry David Thoreau Here lies the body of this world, Whose soul alas to hell is hurled. This golden youth long since was past, Its silver manhood went as fast, An iron age drew on at last; 'Tis vain its character to tell, The several fates which it befell, What year it died, when 'twill arise, We only know that here it lies. |
02-18-2009, 01:19 AM | #35 |
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Here's a quick shot to the head, from the MAN himself.
I Met A Genius I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty. Charles Bukowski |
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02-18-2009, 01:19 AM | #36 |
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02-18-2009, 01:20 AM | #37 |
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this is a long time favorite of mine....
Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked, But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich--yes, richer than a king-- And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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02-18-2009, 01:20 AM | #38 |
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02-18-2009, 01:24 AM | #39 |
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A FAREWELL TO THE VANITIES OF THE WORLD
Sir Walter Religh. FAREWELL, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles ! Farewell, ye honored rags, ye glorious bubbles ! Fame's but a hollow echo ; gold, pure clay ; Honor, the darling but of one short day ; Beauty—th' eye's idol—but a damasked skin ; State, but a golden prison to live in And torture free-born minds ; embroidered trains, but pageants for proud swelling veins ; And blood allied to greatness, is alone Inherited, not purchased, nor our own : Fame, honor, beauty, state, train, blood, and birth Are but the fading blossoms of the earth. I would be great, but that the sun doth still Level his rays against the rising hill ; I would be high, but see the proudest oak Most subject to the rending thunder-stroke ; I would be rich, but see men, too unkind, Dig in the bowels of the richest mind ; I would be wise, but that I often see The fox suspected whilst the ass goes free ; I would be fair, but see the fair and proud, Like the bright sun, oft setting in a cloud ; I would be poor, but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass : Rich, hated ; wise, suspected ; scorned, if poor, Great, feared ; fair, tempted ; high, still envied more ; I have wished all, but now I wish for neither ; Great, high, rich, wise, nor fair, poor I'll be rather. Would the World now adopt me for her heir, Would beauty's queen entitle me the fair, Fame speak me Fortune's minion, could I vie Angels with India, with a speaking eye Command bare heads, bowed knees, strike Justice dumb As wel as blind and lame, or give a tongue To stones by epitaphs, be called great master In the loose rimes of every poetaster ; Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives ; Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever Fortune would have made them mine ; And hold one minute of this holy leisure Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure. Welcome, pure thoughts ! welcome, ye silent groves ! These guests, these courts, my soul most dearly loves : Now the winged people of the sky shall sing My cheerful anthems to the gladsome spring ; A pray'r-book now shall be my looking-glass, In which I will adore sweet Virtue's face. Here dwell no hateful looks, no palace cares, No broken vows dwell here, nor pale-faced fears, Then here I'll sit and sigh my hot love's folly, And learn to affect an holy melancholy ; And if contentment be a stranger then I'll ne'er look for it, but in heaven, again.
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02-18-2009, 01:40 AM | #40 |
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Oh god, this is by far my favorite thread! Simply amazing choices being put up here. I know one boy who's going to the library to reinvest in a past time he has not indulged in in quite some time.
This is amazing guys. Thanks Gamble! Not sure how you guys feel about the Transcendalists but here's a good one for the tank and some of the current flame posts. Just as Thoreau intended his poem to be used. Let such pure hate still underprop by Henry David Thoreau "Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers." Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience, And have our sympathy Mainly from thence. We'll one another treat like gods, And all the faith we have In virtue and in truth, bestow On either, and suspicion leave To gods below. Two solitary stars-- Unmeasured systems far Between us roll; But by our conscious light we are Determined to one pole. What need confound the sphere?-- Love can afford to wait; For it no hour's too late That witnesseth one duty's end, Or to another doth beginning lend. It will subserve no use, More than the tints of flowers; Only the independent guest Frequents its bowers, Inherits its bequest. No speech, though kind, has it; But kinder silence doles Unto its mates; By night consoles, By day congratulates. What saith the tongue to tongue? What hearest ear of ear? By the decrees of fate From year to year, Does it communicate. Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns; No trivial bridge of words, Or arch of boldest span, Can leap the moat that girds The sincere man. No show of bolts and bars Can keep the foeman out, Or 'scape his secret mine, Who entered with the doubt That drew the line. No warder at the gate Can let the friendly in; But, like the sun, o'er all He will the castle win, And shine along the wall. There's nothing in the world I know That can escape from love, For every depth it goes below, And every height above. It waits, as waits the sky, Until the clouds go by, Yet shines serenely on With an eternal day, Alike when they are gone, And when they stay. Implacable is Love-- Foes may be bought or teased From their hostile intent, But he goes unappeased Who is on kindness bent.
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