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    Barbarians

    Long after the days and the seasons, and the beings and the countries,
    The pennant of bloody meat against the silk of arctic seas and flowers; (they don't exist.)
    Recovered from old fanfares of heroism—which still attack our hearts and heads—far from the ancient assassins—
    Oh! The pennant of bloody meat against the silk of arctic seas and flowers; (they don't exist)
    Sweetness!
    Live coals raining down gusts of frost,—Sweetness!—those flashes in the rain of the wind of diamonds thrown down by the terrestrial heart eternally charred for us.—O world!—
    (Far from the old refuges and the old fires that we can hear, can smell,)
    The live coals and the foam. Music, wheeling of abysses and shock of ice floes against the stars.
    O Sweetness, O world, O music! And there, shapes, sweat, tresses and eyes, floating. And the white, boiling tears,—O sweetness!—and the voice of woman reaching to the depths of the arctic volcanoes and caverns.
    The pennant .....

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    Read yesterday's poem, if you are lady Gaga's little monsters or if you are our little barbarians, take your pennant and weep, for the poet stopped writing and went and sold arms to the arabs.

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    Read the poem below called, "Barbarians", and tell me whether you think it is cryptic or crystal clear?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Victor View Post
    And what a Poetry Section it is. Short poems of high quality, suitable for publishing on the internet.

    The internet is made for poetry, for poetry comes from our past in our deep spoken culture, and everyday as we move into the electronic culture of the future, we are also recovering our spoken culture of the past through poetry.

    Literacy privileges the eye, while poetry recovers the ear.

    So our warm muzzle whispers a poem into your warm ear everyday.
    I thought of you when I heard this and thought I would post it in your thread.

    Gillard Goes Gospel
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    Quote Originally Posted by Victor View Post
    The internet is made for poetry
    [YOUTUBE="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWEjvCRPrCo"]Porn[/YOUTUBE]
    To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.
    ~ Elbert Hubbard

    Music provides one of the clearest examples of a much deeper relation between mathematics and human experience.

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    Quote Originally Posted by phobik View Post
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    Pornography diminishes us while poetry appeals to our finer self.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vasilisa View Post
    I thought of you when I heard this and thought I would post it in your thread.

    Gillard Goes Gospel
    It's nice of you to think of me just as each poem thinks of you.

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    First Love

    When Ethan appeared after school
    to help Angelina with chores
    even the little ones knew
    from their stiff silent dance

    something was up just not what
    though they could see
    clear from the henhouse
    he wasn't helping with theirs

    and after that first teasing chant
    shushed by their mother they
    noticed their sister was given
    a job away off in the orchard

    where through that fall
    planting the ladder with
    the greatest possible care
    he'd help her clean every tree

    they'd take turns catching
    the apples the other would toss
    down then sort in four baskets
    for market eating pie and cider

    precise as any grownups
    finally gather windfalls for the pigs
    where sleepy yellow jackets still abuzz
    in their moldy frostbitten cores

    would draw her small O of surprise
    that he would mirror steadying
    her on tiptoe long and lean
    kerchief round her flowing hair

    contained reaching out overhead
    where he dreamt of catching her falling
    kept his eyes up his feet planted
    as she with eyes averted would bestow

    on him from her apron pocket
    the best ripest one from each tree
    perfect for his dark walk home
    for his personal eating.

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    Babel

    The day is perfectly just out of focus.
    Its blurred overlay almost fails to pause us.
    It's not that we get bored here while we're waiting—
    we were bored solid before the beginning—
    but there are specific displays of power
    (like dropping a word from an off-white tower)
    that we hope to call abuses of power
    in the future, even if from said tower.

    Rain bounces back into itself from the road;
    a flag moves, but without our feeling the wind.
    The wind moves without our seeing it, and what?
    At this point it's as if we're wearing frameworks
    or scaffolds of balsa, crucifixes all,
    unaware of who we've been or where we are.
    Our doorways don't look out on one another's.
    We have our portraits done in charcoal on tar.

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    Quink

    1

    Sick of ink (a professional worder)
    I went into the biosphere
    With two botanizers, a birder,
    And a Leave-No-Trace-Trained mountaineer.

    We witnessed the sacred in several classes.
    They showed me how elevations flatten
    On a topo map. Through fine field glasses
    We confirmed a quantity of Latin.

    2

    Idle by nature, sick of talk,
    I went into the somewhat wild
    With an undifferentiated dog,
    An apple, a gum wrapper, and a six year old.

    The crags scratched our eyeballs. A brace of Quink
    Came burtling out of their whiskets. Old Breather
    Whulphed. It wasn't what you think,
    Exactly. I guess you had to be there.

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