the meticulous melancholy of Ann Sexton.
She gently takes me to scary places and says scary things that make me feel okay.
...
the earthiness of Carl Sandburg.
He's the candlelight in a nightmare
...
the wickedness of Charles Baudelaire.
I have the this verse from THE IRREPARABLE painted on the ceiling of my writing room: My soul is prey to the Irreparable,
It gnaws with tooth accurst,
And, termite-like, the cunning spawn of hell
Mines the foundations first
...
but all must kneel before ee cummings. Flowers flow from his words. He invented water and grass and hair. He is THE poet
Originally posted by Goulet i never said song writers weren't poets
Bob Dylan is a perfect (and maybe the only) example of that
i said songs and poems are different
and if just writing things on paper makes something a song or poem then everything is a song or poem and that is so far from teh truth too
when i said wrote down i didnt explain myself enough i meant in poetic form the only difference between songs and poetry is the music (sounds) are put into it!
"Thou demandest what is Love. It is that powerful attraction towards all we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we reason we would be understood; if we imagine we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood:--this is Love. This is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man, but with every thing which exists. We are born into the world, and there is something within us, which from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its likeness. It is probably in correspondence with this law that the infant drains milk from the bosom of its mother; this propensity develops itself with the development of our nature."
he was like a rock star of his day, purely living his art, believing with his entire soul, every word he uttered.
i also love t.s. eliot ~ the waste land is the most perfect poem ever written ~ and also rainer maria rilke when i feel like crying my heart out with loving agony and ecstasy.
"So whoever loves must try to act as if he had a great work: he must be much alone and go into himself and collect himself; he must work; he must become something!
For believe me, the more one is, the richer is all that one experiences. And whoever wants to have a deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey."
Edgar Allan Poe.He hasn't written as many poems as short stories,but his vivid descriptions of grotesque and abaresque suffering makes his poems extraordinary in my eyes.
My Best Friend....and I hope the world will know her one day
'..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots
By the way, everyone,
There's a Czech poet/scientist called Miroslov Holub.
Have you come across his work?
Do you know his poem
BRIEF REFLECTION ON LIGHT
?
It goes like this:
We make light so we can see.
In the Silurian they made light to see the Silurian.
In the Diluvium they made light to see the Diluvium.
In Troy they made light to see Troy.
And that's how they spotted those Greeks around them.
In the Enlightenment they made light to see the Enlightenment.
The same applies today.
Indeed
certain species developed, such as fireflies,
or occupations, such as torch-bearers.
A lot of energy is converted into light,
Even a battery is sometime found.
So much light has developed that we can see round corners,
that we can see into our stomachs,
that we can see into the little roots of light.
Not that seeing is any particular
fun.
But we've got to see in order to
make light,
light,
light,
until we go blind.
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
Jim Carrol
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
Didn't he say something like that in Wayne's World II? Wayne was trying to have a concert, called Waynestock, and Jim Morrison came to him in a daydream. Morrison said something like, "If you book them, they will come."
"Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)
Originally posted by Goulet a poem and a song are two completely different things
sort of like third or fourth cousins
both good, but not really related at all
Not sure about that. Homer's "Iliad" and "Odyssey" - both narrative poems in dactyllic hexameter - were sung to the lyre by rhapsodes at least up to the time of Socrates. We presume this because Plato writes about them in "Ion" and "The Republic".
There's musicality in a vowel, a repetition, an assonance...does a poem have to measure to an equal metre, cadence and rhyme scheme to be a lyric? In the strictest, traditionalist way of thinking about the lyric form, it was argued that it should not only fit such formal requirements, but also always be in the first person. Does that mean that the words of a cleverly-constructed lyric that has no self-reference isn't a "lyric"? Where a lyric starts and where a poem begins, I don't know. I'd be interested if you would try to offer your ideas on what makes a song and what makes a poem. What do you think? This is one of the most interesting posts I've ever been able to respond to here on this board, because there's not only a thread but a web's worth of discussion
to be had on this point. When is a poem not a poem? What makes a good poem? What makes a bad poem but a good song lyric? Who judges, and what personal or social experiences inform that judgement?
Poesis...the Greek...the Made-thing...the MAKING
so etymologically, all creative works
are poetry.
To the Greeks, a poet was a "maker."
The "poiema," something made.
Song stems back to an Icelandic term, "songr."
In fact, in one dictionary, a third definition for song is
"poetical compositon, poetry."
Cool.
I hear you, about when is a poem a poem. Eiks and eegads when we come across some bland prosaic thing, given formalesque shape. But a poem is a poem, even a bad poem.
The poet Wallace Stevens wrote about how all these poems, the "lesser poems" are just seeking out, referring to, the Central Poem...
this great perfect poem, the One Poem.
There were nine muses...from which we derive our term Music. One for poetry, one for song....
the way (today) I view it,
the poem feels its meter and cadence internally
and
the song bursts forth
with externallly sounding note-music
Also, sometimes I sense a real difference between a page-poem and spoken-word poetry.
then, in a sense, it's not poetry, it's drama. Or comedy....
theatre, presentation.
The oral tradition, yes, and narratives were sought to convey the idealized victories and ancient histories, folklore....
then transcribed by clerics, etc....
but, wow, it's All Good, eh
just letting the creative impulse do its work
vibes, vibrations, vibrato
I'm singing in the rain
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling.................
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
...and if Emily Dickinson or Emerson, Poe were alive today
(you never know...)
maybe they'd express through rock n roll, rap, etc..
I totally agree. They never knew the music genres we now know today, but if they did, they would have seized the oppurtunity like a baby grabs onto its mother's hand.
I could see Poe rockin' on the guitar, and writing his own, authentic, impactful lyrics. After he screeches "...Quoth the raven, Nevermore!", he'd play a sick guitar solo
"Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)
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Good man!
Enjoy it!!!!!!
That sounds so exciting!
Steam up some windows, baby!
She gently takes me to scary places and says scary things that make me feel okay.
...
the earthiness of Carl Sandburg.
He's the candlelight in a nightmare
...
the wickedness of Charles Baudelaire.
I have the this verse from THE IRREPARABLE painted on the ceiling of my writing room:
My soul is prey to the Irreparable,
It gnaws with tooth accurst,
And, termite-like, the cunning spawn of hell
Mines the foundations first
...
but all must kneel before ee cummings. Flowers flow from his words. He invented water and grass and hair. He is THE poet
...
Oh, yeah, and of course Goulet.
"Thou demandest what is Love. It is that powerful attraction towards all we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we reason we would be understood; if we imagine we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood:--this is Love. This is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man, but with every thing which exists. We are born into the world, and there is something within us, which from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its likeness. It is probably in correspondence with this law that the infant drains milk from the bosom of its mother; this propensity develops itself with the development of our nature."
he was like a rock star of his day, purely living his art, believing with his entire soul, every word he uttered.
i also love t.s. eliot ~ the waste land is the most perfect poem ever written ~ and also rainer maria rilke when i feel like crying my heart out with loving agony and ecstasy.
"So whoever loves must try to act as if he had a great work: he must be much alone and go into himself and collect himself; he must work; he must become something!
For believe me, the more one is, the richer is all that one experiences. And whoever wants to have a deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey."
yes, yes, yes........
he is definitley a lyricist
are all lyricists just poets with some music and a good voice?
was jim morrison a poet or a lyricist?
i can tell you my influences but they may not fit the question of favourite poet.
Forever and ever ....Pearl Jam
.......
you can never go back...
By the way, everyone,
There's a Czech poet/scientist called Miroslov Holub.
Have you come across his work?
Do you know his poem
BRIEF REFLECTION ON LIGHT
?
It goes like this:
We make light so we can see.
In the Silurian they made light to see the Silurian.
In the Diluvium they made light to see the Diluvium.
In Troy they made light to see Troy.
And that's how they spotted those Greeks around them.
In the Enlightenment they made light to see the Enlightenment.
The same applies today.
Indeed
certain species developed, such as fireflies,
or occupations, such as torch-bearers.
A lot of energy is converted into light,
Even a battery is sometime found.
So much light has developed that we can see round corners,
that we can see into our stomachs,
that we can see into the little roots of light.
Not that seeing is any particular
fun.
But we've got to see in order to
make light,
light,
light,
until we go blind.
some favorites...e.e. cummings, diane wakoski, charles bukowski,
charles wright, adrian mitchell, and carolyn forche...among others.
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
Jim Carrol
Jim Carrol
http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
So do I.
Do you like Plath?
Emily Dickinson has some great poems,but other just confuse the hell out of me.
you can never go back...
I think he was
YES
Not sure about that. Homer's "Iliad" and "Odyssey" - both narrative poems in dactyllic hexameter - were sung to the lyre by rhapsodes at least up to the time of Socrates. We presume this because Plato writes about them in "Ion" and "The Republic".
There's musicality in a vowel, a repetition, an assonance...does a poem have to measure to an equal metre, cadence and rhyme scheme to be a lyric? In the strictest, traditionalist way of thinking about the lyric form, it was argued that it should not only fit such formal requirements, but also always be in the first person. Does that mean that the words of a cleverly-constructed lyric that has no self-reference isn't a "lyric"? Where a lyric starts and where a poem begins, I don't know. I'd be interested if you would try to offer your ideas on what makes a song and what makes a poem. What do you think? This is one of the most interesting posts I've ever been able to respond to here on this board, because there's not only a thread but a web's worth of discussion
to be had on this point. When is a poem not a poem? What makes a good poem? What makes a bad poem but a good song lyric? Who judges, and what personal or social experiences inform that judgement?
my take is that "poetry" engulfs the song
i.e.,
Poesis...the Greek...the Made-thing...the MAKING
so etymologically, all creative works
are poetry.
To the Greeks, a poet was a "maker."
The "poiema," something made.
Song stems back to an Icelandic term, "songr."
In fact, in one dictionary, a third definition for song is
"poetical compositon, poetry."
Cool.
I hear you, about when is a poem a poem. Eiks and eegads when we come across some bland prosaic thing, given formalesque shape. But a poem is a poem, even a bad poem.
The poet Wallace Stevens wrote about how all these poems, the "lesser poems" are just seeking out, referring to, the Central Poem...
this great perfect poem, the One Poem.
There were nine muses...from which we derive our term Music. One for poetry, one for song....
the way (today) I view it,
the poem feels its meter and cadence internally
and
the song bursts forth
with externallly sounding note-music
Also, sometimes I sense a real difference between a page-poem and spoken-word poetry.
then, in a sense, it's not poetry, it's drama. Or comedy....
theatre, presentation.
The oral tradition, yes, and narratives were sought to convey the idealized victories and ancient histories, folklore....
then transcribed by clerics, etc....
but, wow, it's All Good, eh
just letting the creative impulse do its work
vibes, vibrations, vibrato
rock on, smiles
rock n roll poets as a class resource? I think that is very limiting,
and if Emily Dickinson or Emerson, Poe were alive today
(you never know...)
maybe they'd express through rock n roll, rap, etc..
read Em. D's poem 1021,
Look and see if she did a poem that numerate matches your birthday or a date significant to you.
It's spooky cool!
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling.................
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
I totally agree. They never knew the music genres we now know today, but if they did, they would have seized the oppurtunity like a baby grabs onto its mother's hand.
I could see Poe rockin' on the guitar, and writing his own, authentic, impactful lyrics. After he screeches "...Quoth the raven, Nevermore!", he'd play a sick guitar solo
if i write a poem and then put it to music
its is still the same poem with the same words
so is it no longer a poem?
in this mans opinion....no
Forever and ever ....Pearl Jam
.......
sing it with me now - do-do-do-dah-dah......
Goulet!
Hi coleen! It's nice to see you! I hope that you get some more free time soon!