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These are some of my favorite poems and quotes. I thought I'd share them with you ^^
"I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer, I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me."
- Frank Herbert's Children of The Dune
[Please DO NOT STEAL.]
Never more the raven caws
Never more.
Never more.
London bridge falls to kingdom come
Let the Gods will be done.
And so the world dies again.
bick-a-bye, bick-a-bye, boy boy boy.
by e.v.a.
"Make a poem
build a home
Let me come home then, and let me bring my lusting with me... carve your own desires in its invincible hearth.
Float away down a river on a cloud."
- Author unknown
Lament
Cry not, my baby.
Cry.
I know a frog ate a white moth.
The frog did not cry.
That's why he's a frog.
The moth did not cry.
Now the moth is not.
My baby, cry not. Cry. There is too much to do.
I will cry too.
I will cry for you.
The Bones Of Woe
Golden are the bones of woe.
Their brilliance has no place to go.
It plunges inward.
Spikes through snow.
Of weeping fathers whom we drink
And mother's milk and final stink
We can dream but cannot think.
Golden bones encrust the brink.
Golden silver copper silk.
Woe is water shocked by milk.
Heart attack, assassin, cancer.
Who would think these bones such dancers.
Golden are the bones of woe.
Skeleton holds skeleton.
Words of ghosts are not to know.
Ignorance is what we learn.
Aesthetic Theory
Contrive a poem out of ears.
Tell it
so that its petals unchocolate
like a brain in a jar.
Wax walnut, melting with thought.
Make it a poem almost
lewdly knowledgeable
and make its knowledge
ooze, syrup from the punched trunk.
Make it snake up to the molecule whorey
and put its mouth
atomic against the mouth of its core.
pull on its stem
to expose its foetus. Make it
have children with sleek ginger jaws,
make the dogs moan when it passes,
let it out of its jar,
make it lie with our corpse, our chaos.
Make it hungry, evil, enemy of Death.
Put it on paper. Read it. Make surgery
its sigh, and of such sting
the scorpions call it Jehovah & Who.
Make it now before you crap out. Contrive it, sperm it, stroke it,
make it efficient, make it fit,
make it more poem than Poem can survive.
How Keep Dark And Pattern Off
How keep dark
and pattern that any man suffers
off-- at the wall, at where the hat
comes out of the marrow & yawns--
how keep head up the scream
& up the burial where the pattern is born--
how the leagues washing their hearts
& wrung dry only to sponge back up-- men
smooching mirrors-- blades honing--
tongue & eyelash of Sweet Thing
staggering the shape by the door in the baggy shadow--
how keep dark back?
Or should one bullet-forth, sleek-clothed or naked-- pierce
each entity-- each clock-- sharpened by art
or wine-- how
enter the needle, the cloth--
how take the pattern any man suffers
and lose nothing when you
rip it off.
- Lament, The Bones Of Woe, Aesthetic Theory, and How Keep Dark And Pattern Off by Stan Rice, from "Some Lamb" 1975
 H a i k u D r e a m s · Thu May 03, 2007 @ 07:48pm · 0 Comments |
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