Who is your favorite poet? favorite poem?
I like Bukowski.
I’ve seen Allen Ginsberg read numerous times. That was always an enjoyable, inciteful experience–he incites! Often laugh out loud!
I even saw Amiri Baraka read (previously known as Leroi Jones), backed by a saxaphone quartet. He was the poet laureate of New Jersey, until 9-11.
Who’s your favorite?
Ginsberg for sure! He’s my hero!! Keroauc is awesome as well. Lots of the old haikou(sp?) writers like Han Shan… and That dude who sang with Archie Shepp. There are a whole lot of others. Lots of hip-hop is really awesome too.
The Iliad and the Odyssey? Homer?
Name one, George, and give me a line or two you like.
Billy
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
…William Blake.
a favorite of mine…
I’ve even heard Ginsberg do snippets of Blake. He was a real fan of Blakes.
Thanks!
You’ve actually seen Ginsberg? Luckyyy!! He’s my favorite ever!!!
I really like all the beat generation poets, like Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Gary Snyder…I can’t think of any others right now, but you know. Sylvia Plath used to be my very favorite, but I’m not as emo as I used to be, so not really anymore. She’s still a very good writer but not really my style anymore…But yeah, I particularly like Ginsberg’s America.
Oh, I forgot Walt Whitman. A biiiiig influence on Ginsberg
Jim Morrison wasn’t just a singer…he wrote AMAZING poetry. A lot of singers did actually, John Lennon has some good ones too…
Jim Morrison is great!
There’s a killer on the road.
His brain is squirming like a toad.
I like loads of poets and poetry.
Poems on the Underground is a great series of poems.
Patricular poets are:
Maura Dooley
Anna Swir
Alice Walker
William Blake
Linda France
etc
Here’s a poem I particularly like:
A Woman’s Right to Chose.
‘I haven’t had time’.
Words I cannot utter without guilt.
‘If you really want to do something
You can make time’.
Make it how?
Do I go tothe three sisters
Dark and secret
And stay a gnarled, cold hand?
Will the skein stop?
Will the many-webbed
And softly pulling thread
Tremble still at my bidding?
I can wind wool,
Deftly weave it,
Even knit.
But make time?
Moon-child of the Goddess, maybe…
But powerful enough to
Change the ordered ticking of the world?
No.
Ofcourse,
I could change my priorities.
Why can’t people say what they mean?
[I]Anne Hunter[/I]Scottish Poet: Robert Burns
Altho’ my back be at the wa’,
And tho’ he be the fautor;
Altho’ my back be at the wa’,
Yet, here’s his health in water.
O wae gae by his wanton sides,
Sae brawlie’s he could flatter;
Till for his sake I’m slighted sair,
And dree the kintra clatter:
But tho’ my back be at the wa’,
And tho’ he be the fautor;
But tho’ my back be at the wa’,
Yet here’s his health in water!
…
I can only understand 1/2 his written work haha
Edward Dyer’s My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is.
Omar Khayyam
François Villon
Georges Brassens
lots of silly nursery rhymes with rythm
(would like to find again
“then tiger bad habit
of bouncing at rabbit
would matter no longer
if rabbit was bigger”)
“Tityre tu patulae recumbans sub tegmine fagi”
note: hey my 800th post! how time flows
its hard to say as long as I can only really apreciatte poetry in portuguese. poetry is still a little hard for me in english. not that I dont understand it, but poetry is full of litlle language caracteristics that are hard to catch.
we have loads of good poets here:
Paulo Leminski
Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Florbela Espanca
Ferreira Gullar
are some of them.
there was a big modern movement in the 50s called "concretism" in brazil (I believe it was in the whole world but was really strong here). poets who made visual poetry worring a lot with the evolution of the language and communication. I really like it because Its not only text but the image is really important too (and I`m studing design):
Affonso Ávila
Décio Pignatari
Haroldo de Campos
those are all from concretism.
but poetry in portuguese (all languages acttually) is really hard to translate. the translation will never pass the total feelling of it.
Seen him numerous times, sometimes at Buddhism conferences. I even have a CD of him, doing his poetry with great jazz musicians backing him!
Saw Gary Snyder too, in the late 70s.
Lots of great poets here.
And I almost forgot Hafiz and Rumi!!!
I’d like to post another long term favourite of mine:
The Prince.
Ok prince! With a kiss
You have awoken me to bliss
It is incumbent on me to be happy ever after
And indulge in mirth and laughter
I suppose. And yet
I touched a prick, the resultant fears
Kept me sound asleep for a hundered years:
So what have you to offer?
[I]Audrey Insch[/I]There once was a man from Nantucket…
I like Walt Whitman just for his poem I Sing the Body Electric.
[I]This is the female form;
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot;
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction!
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it;
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the atmosphere and the clouds, and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed;
Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it—the response likewise ungovernable;
Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands, all diffused—mine too diffused;
Ebb stung by the flow, and flow stung by the ebb—love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching;
Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice;
Bridegroom night of love, working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn;
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day.
This is the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, the man is born of woman;
This is the bath of birth—this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.
Be not ashamed, women—your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest;
You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.
The female contains all qualities, and tempers them—she is in her place, and moves with perfect balance;
She is all things duly veil’d—she is both passive and active;
She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.
As I see my soul reflected in nature;
As I see through a mist, one with inexpressible completeness and beauty,
See the bent head, and arms folded over the breast—the female I see.[/I]
Not the most appropriate content, but I always thought this was a beautiful poem.
Did you? I thought it objectifies women and I didn’t understand the bit that says we shouldn’t be ashamed. Why did he think we should be ashamed?
Spike Milligan. Genius.
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I’ll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?