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    The Poetry Thread

    Stuff from the page, stuff from the stage it's all welcome here.

    Here's a poem from a friend of mine, David Blair. He was one of the best local poets I've ever known and blew my mind whenever I had the pleasure of seeing him perform. He passed away over the summer from heat stroke. This is a video of him performing his poem "Detroit, While I Was Away" at the Detroit Institute of the Arts in February. I hope you all like this piece.

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    Recently i've been in love with a Brasilian poet from my city (Brasilia), Marina Mara- i'd link to stuff but it's in portuguese...so if you're curious, just google her name and you'll find her website.

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    So are we gonna post our own poems here?

    My favorite poem (that i didn't write) is by ee cummings

    anyone lived in a pretty how town
    (with up so floating many bells down)
    spring summer autumn winter
    he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

    Women and men(both little and small)
    cared for anyone not at all
    they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
    sun moon stars rain

    children guessed(but only a few
    and down they forgot as up they grew
    autumn winter spring summer)
    that noone loved him more by more

    when by now and tree by leaf
    she laughed his joy she cried his grief
    bird by snow and stir by still
    anyone’s any was all to her

    someones married their everyones
    laughed their cryings and did their dance
    (sleep wake hope and then)they
    said their nevers they slept their dream

    stars rain sun moon
    (and only the snow can begin to explain
    how children are apt to forget to remember
    with up so floating many bells down)

    one day anyone died i guess
    (and noone stooped to kiss his face)
    busy folk buried them side by side
    little by little and was by was

    all by all and deep by deep
    and more by more they dream their sleep
    noone and anyone earth by april
    wish by spirit and if by yes.

    Women and men(both dong and ding)
    summer autumn winter spring
    reaped their sowing and went their came
    sun moon stars rain

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    Here's a poem I memorized last year because it's a love poem and the idea of reciting it to a loved once was cool to me. I did get to recite it to a couple people but by now I've probably forgotten it. It's by Frank O'Hara-

    Having a Coke with You

    Is more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
    or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
    partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better, happier St. Sebastian
    partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
    partly because of the flourescent orange tulips around the birches
    partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
    it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
    as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
    is the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
    between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

    and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
    you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

    I look
    at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
    except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyways it's in the Frick
    which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
    and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
    just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
    at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
    and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
    when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
    or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully as the horse

    it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
    which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it.
    Last edited by halloween; 05-22-2014 at 08:33 PM.

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    why try when
    you do not
    we will win
    yet you blundered
    we will not forget
    yesterday news
    wrong approach
    you failed again
    we will die

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