Ophelia's Nun

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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Thanks, Barroom! The first three lines of both stanzas are tetrametric, as you say. The fourth lines of each are in trimeter;
    their stresses can be represented thus: "NO/ JOYS/rePINE", "AN/DROM/eDA!".

    How and why do I decide to write using certain formal devices, for a particular effect on the reader? Wow, that's a good question. I'll have to think about that.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Siberian women would sing together
    composing as they grouped at the stream
    washing their bedclothes;
    and, singing aloud, finding wild harmonies,
    they would shape a new tradition
    in telling tales of their lives -
    "Here we wash our bedclothes in the stream" -
    their song a process of work on the subject of work,
    to the rhythm of work.
    If one woman added in the song
    a witty comment about her husband
    and his lack of prowess in the bedroom
    or even a comment about her prowess
    in somebody else's husband's bedroom,
    they'd roar laughing and shape it all into the narrative,
    always fluid, always keeping the poem going,
    day to day,
    Its elements interchangeable
    with a collective life.

    But in the cloisters of western thought
    The individual poet-as-priest is lauded
    and their works are hallowed as concrete texts,
    Their vision treated as divine inspiration
    Laid upon the mind's altar like a tablet of the Word.

    Let all poetry be the song of laughing women,
    Never ending in print,
    Never fetishised as complete,
    and alive for itself in the rhythm of collective work.
  • "A Woman"

    This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, the book where all of the sayings and preaching of Rabbis are conserved over time.

    It says:

    "Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears.
    The woman came out of a man's rib.
    Not from his feet to be walked on.
    Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal.
    Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved."




    A friend of mine emailed this to me and well, just seemed fitting here so, I thought I'd send it on in. :)

    I say, keep her next to your heart and start counting the ways you can make her smile! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    I´ve read this short passage some time ago
    but I´ve always wondered, if a man would ever notice it
    and look at it not from a male´s point of view...

    thanks for reminding
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • dyaogirl
    dyaogirl Posts: 138
    Arvo Part

    Clouds shape her mood, and the music
    shapes in the blue sky timeless motion.
    She has tears in her eyes
    and whispers
    My love, I'm dancing.
    How the clouds form now to the way we feel together
    in our pre dawn sunlight dancing
    '..... 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

  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by dyaogirl
    Arvo Part

    Clouds shape her mood, and the music
    shapes in the blue sky timeless motion.
    She has tears in her eyes
    and whispers
    My love, I'm dancing.
    How the clouds form now to the way we feel together
    in our pre dawn sunlight dancing

    Clouds mirror their mirroring mood
    Shaping a weave of gold in electric predawn blue.
    He too weeps in joy
    and whispers
    Oh my love, I will dance with you.
    Yes, the clouds form now to the way we feel together,
    bathed by the red dawn sun, dancing into
    noon glory.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    How do crystals come?
    A Pyrite cube? An octahedron? Diamond crystal?
    How, such symmetries?
    Our medium, they say is flatness,
    Flatness stacks atoms to design:
    "Arab mathematics knew this fact":
    But here, see, closer:
    flatness is a vista
    Curving interminably.

    Universes inside universes
    Shine constellations of oeiliads and lovers' breaths
    within each fractal gleam of a gem in a hand
    passing waves to eye and ear and body.

    And in the form of a Raphael,
    Madonna and child are perfect grace:
    line indissoluble, colour suggesting atoms of infinite shape,
    Shaping space itself into order unbounded.

    And in the celestial there is yearning
    for rebirth in relocation, not fixing of absolutes:
    the rebirth of stars and satellites,
    the pulling of new gravities,
    the changing of orbits.
    The pull of love from flatness to curves:
    Love as repatterning atoms.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    The boots are in the back of the van
    and the shovel and the drag
    and the gloves
    and the saw
    now I'm ready
    go down the bank back to front
    edge in the water
    mind the wasps
    now start digging the cress out
    on the fork
    hear the water sploshing out of the forkful
    now throw it up get a good swing
    hup
    fire it up ten feet
    mind the path above
    that's it, keep digging


    The clues are in the back of the book
    and the index and the sources
    and my notes
    now I'm ready
    go through with a fine comb and a highlighter pen
    mind to dot i's and cross t's
    on the up
    Feel the answers starting to come now
    now write them down get a good momentum
    yup
    fire it out ten thousand words
    reach the path above
    that's it, keep studying


    My love is in the crux of my heart
    in each systole and dialstole
    and in my breath
    oh I'm ready
    go through my schedule working out the practicalities
    omitting no considerations
    on the rise
    Know my future's almost at hand now
    Yes
    Move five thousand little miles
    To kiss the grail of love
    This is real! I'm dancing!

    :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Cassia just emailed me with her response to my Siberian women's poetry poem and, as anyone who knows her work will not be surprised to find, it's amazing!

    She says:

    "Siberian tigress where the shirttails soak,
    bedazzled emeralds in a jungle of glad,
    look not
    leap not
    but, for, tumbling forever in the daffodilly day....
    one verse, two verse, three verse
    four !
    here's to love !! Fast and hearty forever more"


    Dat's our cass.

    :)
  • rafa
    rafa Posts: 50
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots


    [...]

    But in the cloisters of western thought
    The individual poet-as-priest is lauded
    and their works are hallowed as concrete texts,
    Their vision treated as divine inspiration
    Laid upon the mind's altar like a tablet of the Word.

    Let all poetry be the song of laughing women,
    Never ending in print,
    Never fetishised as complete,
    and alive for itself in the rhythm of collective work.

    i agree totally...
    "never ending in print"
    let the play begin
  • Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Cassia just emailed me with her response to my Siberian women's poetry poem and, as anyone who knows her work will not be surprised to find, it's amazing!

    She says:

    "Siberian tigress where the shirttails soak,
    bedazzled emeralds in a jungle of glad,
    look not
    leap not
    but, for, tumbling forever in the daffodilly day....
    one verse, two verse, three verse
    four !
    here's to love !! Fast and hearty forever more"


    Dat's our cass.

    :)

    :D

    Oh, how I love dat cass! Spins smiles up in my heart whenever I read her schtuff! :) A beautiful response to a beautiful poem and shoot, you're both beautiful people so, I guess that's to be expected! :)

    Huggles for the Pygmalion & Galatea bump, BTW! So very kind of you! Probably one of the few poems of mine that I actually think I did a pretty good job on. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    It's a lovely poem, that one. Wish it was pasted onto this thread too.. cough...cough...hint...

    :D
  • :)

    Pygmalion And Galatea

    An oil painting by Jean Leon Gerome, circa 1890. I'm moved every time I see it, it's just beautiful!

    A painting hangs on his wall.
    A shield is looking out for him.
    Various works upon the shelf
    And the faces lean side by side,
    Empty sockets,
    Wide, gaping maws,
    'Cept for the times he dons one or the other.
    Gives voice to their empty opinions.
    Puts it on for all the others to see.
    But for her,
    For her
    He is always himself.
    He is always just him.
    His masterpiece!
    How he has given his life's blood!
    Poured out his soul!
    But for her,
    For her.
    She needs one final touch.
    He embraces his passion,
    Soaks in all her beauty,
    Surely he could not have created her alone,
    How could his hands have possibly?
    How could his troubled mind perfect his dream?
    A kiss.
    He desires just one kiss.
    Hot, firey flesh meets cold indifference,
    But cupid's arrow is aimed
    And blood is coming from stone today!
    He lets his passion flow
    And feels new life within his hands!
    All his love returned!
    His beauty is of the same now!
    Picture perfect!
    Perfectly picturesque!
    His dream!
    His vision!
    His reality!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I love it. :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    When she joined the cult her pupils grew
    and stayed fixed in her eyes, whatever light
    was coming through our window. She'd this new
    way of speaking, too: what could be bright
    sounding vowels, she'd drone, and she'd intone
    Some fellow's nonsense on The Last of Days,
    proclaiming that this Man stood out alone
    to guide his people from their soulless ways.

    The Guru was recruiting ones like her,
    wedding them with lustful talk of Doom
    and how, with him, their paths would never err
    But lead them into light. Dark filled the room
    at mention of his name, but still her eyes
    Blazed away with deathcult last goodbyes.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I love you easily as effortlessly as some love a liquid glissando
    from Yardbird's alto, blowing 52nd Street Theme
    over the rafters at the Royal Roost

    and I love you more

    I love you easily as magically as some love a doubled up shuffle
    from Ali's flashing white boots, carrying The Greatest around the Big Cat
    under the spotlight at the Houston Astrodome

    and I love you more

    I love you easily as legendarily as some love that Eusebio goal
    deep in the net from nowhere (that makes the crowds explode in awe
    every time that bit of footage has been shown since 1970)

    and I love you more

    I love you as loudly as some love the wahwah univibe fuzz
    from Jimi's Strat, that captured the sound of a nation imagining peace
    one Monday morning in Max Yasgur's farm

    and yes, I love you more

    more, more, more

    more than other people's 100 greatest moments

    and more than that again

    :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    She is Queen Titania, dreamweaving starlight gleams
    Upon her softcloud firmament of summer moonbright beams;
    She whispers honey lullabies where lovebees come to pass,
    Into a floppy pair of ears. The Good Queen loves an ass!

    :D
  • dyaogirl
    dyaogirl Posts: 138
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    I love you easily as effortlessly as some love a liquid glissando
    from Yardbird's alto, blowing 52nd Street Theme
    over the rafters at the Royal Roost

    and I love you more

    I love you easily as magically as some love a doubled up shuffle
    from Ali's flashing white boots, carrying The Greatest around the Big Cat
    under the spotlight at the Houston Astrodome

    and I love you more

    I love you easily as legendarily as some love that Eusebio goal
    deep in the net from nowhere (that makes the crowds explode in awe
    every time that bit of footage has been shown since 1970)

    and I love you more

    I love you as loudly as some love the wahwah univibe fuzz
    from Jimi's Strat, that captured the sound of a nation imagining peace
    one Monday morning in Max Yasgur's farm

    and yes, I love you more

    more, more, more

    more than other people's 100 greatest moments

    and more than that again

    :D

    She Kisses Him

    She kisses him in the breath of response....

    This Life!
    Overflowing in the abundance of you!

    The wonderful shared events
    you have single handedly
    created in my life,
    bring to me a wealth of experience
    and unending joy.


    I love you more than those greatest moments

    and more than that again
    '..... 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

  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    http://www.voanews.com/article.cfm?objectID=460C1755-EA3C-434A-8529FCF8D44525CD&title=Britain%20Admits%20Mistakes%20Made%20in%20Iraq

    Jack Straw, he moved into I. Rackie's Farm
    Jack Straw, he moved into I. Rackie's Farm
    the place kept this bad cat
    and he wasn't pleased with that
    Jack Straw, he moved into I. Rackie's Farm

    He shoo'd the cat away, said "Don't come back"
    He shoo'd the cat away, said "Don't come back,
    I've brought my own cat here
    So off you go, cat, disappear!"
    He shoo'd the cat away, said "Don't come back."

    Well, rats came out the haystacks and the barns
    Rats came out the haystacks and the barns
    Ate everything in sight
    Except the crops that had the blight
    Rats came out the haystacks and the barns

    His cat just cowered in his kitchen door
    His cat just cowered in his kitchen door
    And when a rat came near
    He screeched and hollered, crazed in fear
    His cat just cowered in the kitchen door

    Now Jack Straw, he wants the old cat back again
    Jack Straw, he wants the old cat back again
    He says, "Well, yes, I was hasty;
    This farm needs a cat that's nasty":
    Jack Straw, he'll get the old cat back again.
  • dyao and Fins, you're exchange has brought happylovetears to the corners of my eyes! :)

    *sigh* :) So tender and sweet!

    I'd say have a fabulous day but I'm sure you already are! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen