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Poetry Corner
« on: April 30, 2014, 04:25:46 AM »
Some recent events have brought this poem, part of my repertoire for 30 years, back to mind.  I dedicate this to the critics, the nay-sayers, the gossipers, the tearers-down, those quick with a word of scorn, and the terminally nearsighted.

In Place Of A Curse

By John Ciardi

At the next vacancy for God, if I am elected,
I shall forgive last the delicately wounded who,
having been slugged no harder than anyone else,
never got up again, neither to fight back,
nor to finger their jaws in painful admiration.

They who are wholly broken, and they in whom mercy is understanding,
I shall embrace at once and lead to pillows in heaven.
But they who are the meek by trade, baiting the best of their betters with extortions of a mock-helplessness,
I shall take last to love, and never wholly.

Let them all in Heaven - I abolish Hell -
but let it be read over them as they enter:
Beware the calculations of the meek, who gambled nothing
gave nothing, and could never receive enough.
"It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." -Ezra Pound

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Re: Poetry Corner
« Reply #1 on: July 21, 2018, 03:37:27 AM »
The Russian bone connected to the vote scam bone,
the vote scam bone connected to the wingnut ignoramus bone
the wing nut ignoramus bone connected to the Nazi bone,
the Nazi bone connected to the murder bone,
the murder bone connected to the greed bone,
the greed bone connected to the Ryan bone,
the Ryan bone connected to the McConnell bone,
the McConnell bone connected to the NRA bone,
the NRA bone connected to the money laundry bone,
the money laundry bone connected to the Butina bone,
the Butina bone connected to the Putin bone,
the Putin bone connected to the Trump bone,
the Trump bone connected to the evangelical bone,
the evangelical bone connected to the pussy grabber bone,
the pussy grabber bone connected to the Jordan bone,
the Jordan bone connected to the soap-a-jockís balls bone,
the soap-a-jockís balls bone connected to the Coulter bone,
the Coulter bone connected to the Hannity bone,
the Hannity bone to connected to the Hitler bone,
the Hitler bone gonna get us all bone
if we donít throw the mutherfuckers out bone.

 

Copyright 2018 Doug Anderson
"It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." -Ezra Pound

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Poetry Corner
« Reply #2 on: July 09, 2019, 05:53:45 PM »
I get a lot of email newsletters in my inbox every day, the content of which helps inform each day's Doomstead Diner Daily.

Got  this from Vox Populi, which is a site I am grateful to be appraised of every day. I don't read any more poetry than the next guy, but this was short and sweet and reminded my of my good friend RE and the intent behind the work that he has done, especially in light of the completion of his marker. the entire ethos of the Diner-- "Save  As Many As You can," and the futility of the charge measured against its importance... it just read as perfect to me.

Enjoy.

Doug Anderson: That Quotation from the Talmud

by Vox Populi

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly now, love mercy now, walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

I understand the world will be what it is
when I'm dead. I sometimes look at my hands
and know they are not mine. This body on loan.
Hoping whoever finds it, maybe hanging
on a Good Will coat rack, will judge it fit
to go on working. I would like to believe
the small things I've done will add something
to the greater energy that will pull us out
of this pit-bound course. There are more people
in the world than we can feed, can house,
can even imagine-we have the choice
to close and fortify the heart or keep it open.
The second takes more courage.
All wisdom, all salvation lies in this.
The heart opening and opening to hold all,
to dissolve its boundaries in a truth we don't yet know.


Copyright 2019 Doug Anderson

"It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." -Ezra Pound

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Re: Poetry Corner
« Reply #3 on: July 10, 2019, 06:20:09 PM »

Collapse poetry.....

https://www.e-rara.ch/zut/content/pageview/4224293?query=Depuis%20Delcourt
I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why youíre here. Youíre here because you know something. What you know you canít explain, but you feel it. Youíve felt it your entire life, that thereís something wrong with the world.
You donít know what it is but its there, like a splinter in your mind

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Re: Poetry Corner- Bukowski
« Reply #4 on: August 14, 2019, 01:59:23 AM »
Dinosauria We:

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked We are
Born like this Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into thisInto hospitals which are so expensive that itís cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much itís cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this Walking and living through this
Dying because of this Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhumanBy this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobsLand will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Danteís Inferno will be made to look like a childrenís playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

Charles Bukowski 1993
"It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." -Ezra Pound

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Re: Poetry Corner
« Reply #5 on: August 14, 2019, 08:58:00 AM »
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Poetry Corner- Buchinski
« Reply #6 on: August 14, 2019, 11:07:38 AM »
Buchinski on the NYC Subway.

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Re: Poetry Corner- Buchinski
« Reply #7 on: August 15, 2019, 02:22:53 AM »
Buchinski on the NYC Subway.

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Bronson never wrote a line of poetry. But But may have beat the shit out of a couple people along the way.

That Death Wish shit has not aged well.
"It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." -Ezra Pound

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Re: Poetry Corner- Buchinski
« Reply #8 on: August 15, 2019, 03:37:54 AM »

Bronson never wrote a line of poetry. But But may have beat the shit out of a couple people along the way.

That Death Wish shit has not aged well.

Poetry in Motion.  :icon_mrgreen:

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Nothing ages well except good whisky.  How about some Travis Bickle Poetry?  You Talkin' to ME? lol.

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Re: Poetry Corner
« Reply #9 on: September 22, 2019, 07:00:53 AM »

Michael Simms: Hands

by Vox Populi

for Nicholas

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Every man who works with his hands

Has seen that look. Maybe we showed up

To patch the roof, service the furnace,

Or unclog the sewer, and the pasty

Bank manager expounds his idiotic theory

Of what should be done. His wife

With her $200 haircut points her

Manicured finger at the wet place

On the ceiling. We do the work

And stand there, not knowing what to do

With our hands as she makes out the check

Complaining of the cost. As we explain

What was involved, she looks at us

As if we were just released from prison,

Correct in her questions, rude

In her attitude. Her husband brags

How he could’ve done the work

But doesn’t have time these days

Busy with clients, blah blah blah.

They despise us because they depend on us.

How long will they survive in the coming collapse

Of their roofs, their pink bathrooms 

Filling with shit, their Wedgewood china

Traded for scraps of food.

After they’ve burned the last stick

Of furniture in the fireplace 

They’ll flee their useless homes,

Beg to join us beside the fire,

Greedily devour our rabbit meat,

The bowl of weeds our wives gathered,

Admire our hairy large-knuckled hands,

And tremble as we howl with the dogs at the moon.


Copyright 2019 Michael Simms


"It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." -Ezra Pound

 

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