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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 751
Auguries of Innocence- William BlakePage 31 of 52    (12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52)
To Climber83: without checking, I assume that you've used the lines from Blake to launch some empathetic ones of your own. Way to go! And yes, of course you and your poems are welcome here, though eventually you might want to start a thread of your own.
 climber83
Joined: 12/23/2009
Msg: 752
Auguries of Innocence- William Blake
Posted: 1/15/2010 6:22:36 PM
It definitely says some things that I try and grasp through writing.
I thought parts of it fit your theme as well with your Haiti 2010 poem-

"To them that hath poverty shall be given despair."
"Some are born to endless night"

I'm sure a lot of it will inspire new poetry as I pick it apart to try and understand it.

Cheers
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 753
Auguries of Innocence- William Blake
Posted: 1/16/2010 7:33:01 AM

It definitely says some things that I try and grasp through writing.
I thought parts of it fit your theme as well with your Haiti 2010 poem-

"To them that hath poverty shall be given despair."
"Some are born to endless night"

I'm sure a lot of it will inspire new poetry as I pick it apart to try and understand it.


"the trouble with poetry is
that it encourages the writing of more poetry"

as Billy Collins wrote, but that of course is also the delight of poetry.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 754
Snapshot: Jan. 16, 2009
Posted: 1/16/2010 12:52:42 PM
This guy and I were playing the game
of who has less interest in the other.

I shot him a glance that meant
I don’t know you
all the way back to your grand-father.


He responded with
I don’t recognize you
or anyone of your race or nationality.


Game, set, match.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 755
Snapshot: Jan. 16, 2009
Posted: 1/17/2010 8:05:10 PM
I walked towards this bridge
some kind of dog approached me.
I froze. then walked....
this mutt of indeterminate lineage
continued to follow...I shivered, I waited
until I ended the bridge.

I looked behind me, the mutt was there.
I lived in each moment of the mutt's steps
a transcedent understanding of fear.

Life. possibly lessons...an epiphany.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 756
Snapshot: Jan. 20, 2010
Posted: 1/20/2010 8:04:58 AM
This particular woman
with her particular child
turned west
along a certain street
and continued on.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 757
Snapshot: Jan. 20, 2010
Posted: 1/21/2010 10:01:24 PM
I knew a peculiar man.
He shrugged, he bent his head
eye to eye was beyond what he could do.

I knew this solvent man
who carried nothing but self
who needs another definition
of being?

I felt this man hand
stroking,( into my soul)
something I missed
It was only my hair.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 758
Snapshot: Jan. 27, 2010
Posted: 1/27/2010 8:30:55 AM
“How beautiful I am,” thought the man in the corner
while the air around him grew warmer
and warmer. He was immune
from judgment, was the tune
behind the melody.

I envied and hated him! I wished him ill.
I wished there were someone
who would break his platinum heart
and make him human.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 759
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/28/2010 5:53:14 AM
A man was caught this morning
walking a public thoroughfare
without a cell-phone
clapped to his ear
(or anywhere on his person).

He will be charged
with intending to precipitate
an avalanche of silence.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 760
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/28/2010 10:10:00 PM
how beautiful are your words. On this site and your other one. Such clarity, such singular punctuation of thought. Yep. I loved all of them. Remember that life ends in some cases with just the right word and thought. What else matters. Not much. At least for myself. And by the way...."intending to precipitate/ an avalanche of silence." Whoopee. Bring it on. I got up and danced around the room to these words!!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 761
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/31/2010 7:08:16 PM
Trulio...better the silence. It is easy to stick one's mind and foot into one's mouth. lol.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 762
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/31/2010 8:25:04 PM
No. A man. Not something floating about without form, without sense, without audio anything. Just a man. Just what touches when defenses and intellect stills. Yeah. Details are always there. Never forgotten. But always sorted properly. Do you not believe in the power of women in your life? Women fill the same definition. Abstraction is more fitting for the paintings and movements that Picasso believed he lived in. He was never good at loving. Abstraction entertains, does not fill in for reality.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 763
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/31/2010 8:53:36 PM
So. So What?? I knew somebody who blew up the town police car. Changed nothing. So, again poorms are everybody else's poems and not yours?? I certainly recognize my limitations...you? But I do know what good poetry is. Like you said....Michelangelo and ...distilling. We endeavour, strive, hop, sing, bring a ray...or just slap everybody around. lol.
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 764
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Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/31/2010 8:59:26 PM

there is only script here, and voices are non-existent


Trulio, though they are only words, script, don't you feel the personalities behind the words? In such a way, a "voice" is heard...it is the expression of personality, through words, through script...

b. A medium or agency of expression
8. The distinctive style or manner of expression of an author or of a character in a book
6. a sound resembling or suggestive of vocal utterance (the voice of the sea the voice of hard experience)
7. written or spoken expression, as of feeling, opinion, etc. (esp in the phrase give voice to)
8. a stated choice, wish, or opinion or the power or right to have an opinion heard and considered (to give someone a voice in a decision)
9. an agency through which is communicated another's purpose, policy, etc. (such groups are the voice of our enemies)
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 765
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 1/31/2010 10:04:31 PM
in this time before I go..
come to me, wrap your arms, there.
let me dance you, do not be awkward.
I have glimpsed you glimpsing the willow
now. this is you. this me. let us dance...

At all occasions beyond what you believe
is nothing to this exhileration, I will dance with you.
Watch powerful light, you are spotlighted in my arms
this quiet power is enough
we are autumn, spring, winter, then glorious
bite of summer.

Should you refuse dancing...
let me comfort you when all stands still.
You need the comfort, I will wait.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 766
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 2/1/2010 6:49:51 AM

what does silence mean to you? there is no noise or melody of any sort on this forum, is there not?

if there is true silence here, then there is nothing that can stick in the mouth, unless it is the cacophony of desperation,

no?

there is only script here, and voices are non-existent,

what does the term 'man' refer to? I see it so often scribed on this forum and also others?

the only designation I can think of is man as 'object', and nothing real in itself.


You have a philosophical mind-set but I sometimes feel that it is not so much the love of knowledge or wisdom but, rather, a flight from the self-revealing quotidian, where is to be found so much - though not all - of our 'real' selves.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 767
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 2/2/2010 8:44:54 PM
at times I seek the sweetness of mango
bite, juice slip down my face, I don't care.
Bring down barriers, I want a ripe banana
rivalling ...oh...big dippers
stating their puzzling presence in any sky, anywhere.

at times when dipping this familiar, present toe
into any body of water...then with special glee
frankly leap beyond my stifling defenses
into the water, such release
water stroking, easing my body.

at times holding the image
Spring failed to support
or define why ...there is no innocence
Beyond the age of three.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 768
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 2/3/2010 9:09:48 AM

at times I seek the sweetness of mango
bite, juice slip down my face, I don't care.
Bring down barriers, I want a ripe banana
rivalling ...oh...big dippers
stating their puzzling presence in any sky, anywhere.

at times when dipping this familiar, present toe
into any body of water...then with special glee
frankly leap beyond my stifling defenses
into the water, such release
water stroking, easing my body.

at times holding the image
Spring failed to support
or define why ...there is no innocence
Beyond the age of three.


Surely innocence can be revived some way. Surely you bite into a mango, at times, as if this were your first taste of it all over again?

And what noble fruit they are, both the mango - and innocence!
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 769
Snapshot: Jan. 28, 2010
Posted: 2/5/2010 12:21:50 AM
Innocence is lost.
refrains do not matter.

What matters signals why I live.
why I live is simple.
I do not mourn any loss
resembling innocence. I only miss
wonder. please pray me a prayer
resembling wonder. I saw it sitting
on a tree, it was an innocent fledgling eagle.
If I held wonder, I needed only an ability to breath.
I breathe.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 770
Snapshot: Feb.5, 2010
Posted: 2/5/2010 7:11:37 AM
Muffled against the cold
a man pushes a stroller
in which there is what I take to be
a sweet, three-year old.
I smile at the kid
and get in return
a look that seems to say:

I don’t have to smile back at you
if I don’t feel like it...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 771
Eight lines Deploring the Sea
Posted: 2/9/2010 7:29:36 AM
Some have whimpered; some have sung;
some have gone to the edge of the sea
and tried to lift it up, like a rumpled duvet
after a restless night, to lift it up
and resettle it, on a hopefully tranquil bed.

But the sea is engaged with its own temperament.
The mother of the sea is a god in torment.
The sea is an animal.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 772
Eight lines Deploring the Sea
Posted: 2/9/2010 10:20:22 PM
so goes the sea....I have never witnessed the sea being compared to an animal and this makes your offering quite unusual and individual.But how scintillating is..."the sea is a god in torment." Imagery that is indeed fine. And the hope of endeavouring to .."resettle it, on a hopefully tranquil bed."
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 773
Eight lines Deploring the Sea
Posted: 2/10/2010 4:52:47 AM

so goes the sea....I have never witnessed the sea being compared to an animal and this makes your offering quite unusual and individual.But how scintillating is..."the sea is a god in torment." Imagery that is indeed fine. And the hope of endeavouring to .."resettle it, on a hopefully tranquil bed."


Thank goodness someone appreciated "The sea is an animal," which came to me like a bolt out of the blue. It was so clear and unmediated that I had to construct the two lines before it to provide some sort of transition from the prior stanza.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 774
Eight lines
Posted: 2/25/2010 7:08:45 AM
Eight lines

Every bird is its ominous own.
Nothing but foretells the future.
This day might be a palimpsest
of any other day, a Tuesday,
a Friday, New Year’s eve.

“Come back to where you are,”
some voice keeps calling out to us:

“Come back to where you are!”
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 775
In Ashkelon
Posted: 3/4/2010 6:20:34 AM
A man walks the streets
alone in Ashkelon
near the ancient seaport.

If life is not a mystery,
what is it?

Einstein said
he wanted to see the face of God

Who walks the streets, perhaps,
alone in Ashkelon
near the most ancient seaport.
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