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poets don't need no stinkin' Nike's

DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It's the birthday of the Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, born in Sussex, England (1792). Although he drowned in a storm off the Italian coast before the age of 30, many of his poems are considered masterpieces, including "The Cloud," "To a Skylark," and "Prometheus Unbound." He said, "Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." He also said, "Do it now——write nothing but what your conviction of its truth inspires you to write .... Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with."

happy bday shelley... :D
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Happy birthday? What, you think he's still out there, swimming? :D

    When he gets back ashore he'll be horrified. The critics and the cultural theorists have taken over literature and the poets are, um, hoping the board doesn't crash again today.

    Only teasin', Pasta! Good to see you! :D:D

    Love
    Finsbury
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    shelley spoke at my wedding, there was a fish stuck in his shirt, lol...

    anyhow

    we begged the question of kissings

    now I believe I have an answer...


    their worth stands alone

    like anything's




    's'cool to tease... imatoughgirl :D
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Hello Ms. Nazi...... Couldn't hold your promise? ;)
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    mister flow, i regret to tell you that they wouldn't ban me...
    i begged
    i pleaded
    and i couldn't con seta into coming on and staging a fight with me to get me banned

    so...

    y'all are stuck with seeing my name from time to time as the need to speak into the void to a buncha strangers runs deep in this little stage-junkie's soul

    sorry bout that


    cheers to Shelley, yeah?
    been writing?
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    You're a good writer, Pasta. As I've said to you, you're the best and most consistent writer on the forum. You're a very dear friend to many. You write to a big and an obviously loyal audience here. In the recent past(a) many of us who know and actually genuinely love you have missed your poems here (;)).
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    "Ahhh, we don't need no stinkin' badges."

    You know Slim Gaillard, the oorooni bloke from "On the Road"? Well, I knew him. He was mates with my brother, in London, back in the eighties. Anyway. He was an extra right behind the stinkin' badges bloke in that scene from "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre."

    Dare I say it. I miss him. He was so kind to me half a lifetime ago. he introduced me to the music of Art Tatum, whose bassist, Slam Stewart, was half of "Slim and Slam."

    Namedroppers unite, when no-one yet knows quite the great name of a great man. Right.

    :)
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    "Ahhh, we don't need no stinkin' badges."

    You know Slim Gaillard, the oorooni bloke from "On the Road"? Well, I knew him. He was mates with my brother, in London, back in the eighties. Anyway. He was an extra right behind the stinkin' badges bloke in that scene from "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre."

    Dare I say it. I miss him. He was so kind to me half a lifetime ago. he introduced me to the music of Art Tatum, whose bassist, Slam Stewart, was half of "Slim and Slam."

    Namedroppers unite, when no-one yet knows quite the great name of a great man. Right.

    :)

    Art Tatum was born legally blind and is considered to be one of the greatest jazz pianists of all time... my first listen was on a John Coltrane record..
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    A Sonnet by P. B. Shelley..

    Lift not the painted veil which those who live
    Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
    And it but mimic all we would believe
    With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
    And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
    Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
    I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
    For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
    But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
    The world contains, the which he could approve.
    Through the unheeding many he did move,
    A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
    Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
    For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

    thanks to my english professor peter cassagrande for introducing the class to this classic poem...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by olderman
    A Sonnet by P. B. Shelley..

    Lift not the painted veil which those who live
    Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
    And it but mimic all we would believe
    With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
    And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
    Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
    I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
    For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
    But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
    The world contains, the which he could approve.
    Through the unheeding many he did move,
    A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
    Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
    For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

    thanks to my english professor peter cassagrande for introducing the class to this classic poem...

    And thank you for sharing that with us! :) I like it!

    {{{{{{{{{{Pasta Nazi}}}}}}}}}}}}} :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    mister flow, i regret to tell you that they wouldn't ban me...
    i begged
    i pleaded
    and i couldn't con seta into coming on and staging a fight with me to get me banned

    so...

    y'all are stuck with seeing my name from time to time as the need to speak into the void to a buncha strangers runs deep in this little stage-junkie's soul

    sorry bout that


    cheers to Shelley, yeah?
    been writing?

    Threw one up the a couple of days ago. I am glad you come back around now and then. You always make for a good read. I hope life is on the up and up with you.

    Tell Seta to at least drop in and say hello.
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    somebody say throw up? I can so do that. Seta wont, he's busy, but I'll tell him you says howdo....



    ciaocito mi mido's
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh, and thank you mister carrots... your words gave me much pause, obviously, lol... sorry for the slow up-take, sometimes I just don't know what to say :)
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