poetry

anticipation · 10-07-2009, 06:16 AM

As this is a music forum, and lyrics are essentially poetry put to music, I'm betting at least a few of us are avid poetry enthusiasts. So, I figure it's about time we had a thread dedicated to sharing some of our favorite poets/poetry with each other and discussing stylistic, chronological, or formalistic differences. Or maybe you could just post some of your fav poems. Whatever.

I'll get things started with a Frank O'Hara poem entitled "Blocks"

1
Yippee! she is shooting in the harbor! he is jumping
up to the maelstrom! she is leaning over the giant's
cart of tears which like a lava cone let fall to fly
from the cross-eyed tantrum-tousled ninth grader's
splayed fist is freezing on the cement! he is throwing
up his arms in heavenly desperation, spacious Y of his
tumultuous love-nerves flailing like a poinsettia in
its own nailish storm against the glass door of the
cumulus which is withholding her from these divine
pastures she has filled with the flesh of men as stones!
O fatal eagerness!

2
O boy, their childhood was like so many oatmeal cookies.
I need you, you need me, yum, yum. Anon it became suddenly

3
like someone always losing something and never knowing what.
Always so. They were so fond of eating bread and butter and
sugar, they were slobs, the mice used to lick the floorboards
after they went to bed, rolling their light tails against
the rattling marbles of granulations. Vivo! the dextrose
those children consumed, lavished, smoked, in their knobbly
candy bars. Such pimples! such hardons! such moody loves.
And thus they grew like giggling fir trees.

10-07-2009, 06:16 AM	#1 (permalink)
anticipation Music Addict Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 3,565	poetry As this is a music forum, and lyrics are essentially poetry put to music, I'm betting at least a few of us are avid poetry enthusiasts. So, I figure it's about time we had a thread dedicated to sharing some of our favorite poets/poetry with each other and discussing stylistic, chronological, or formalistic differences. Or maybe you could just post some of your fav poems. Whatever. I'll get things started with a Frank O'Hara poem entitled "Blocks" 1 Yippee! she is shooting in the harbor! he is jumping up to the maelstrom! she is leaning over the giant's cart of tears which like a lava cone let fall to fly from the cross-eyed tantrum-tousled ninth grader's splayed fist is freezing on the cement! he is throwing up his arms in heavenly desperation, spacious Y of his tumultuous love-nerves flailing like a poinsettia in its own nailish storm against the glass door of the cumulus which is withholding her from these divine pastures she has filled with the flesh of men as stones! O fatal eagerness! 2 O boy, their childhood was like so many oatmeal cookies. I need you, you need me, yum, yum. Anon it became suddenly 3 like someone always losing something and never knowing what. Always so. They were so fond of eating bread and butter and sugar, they were slobs, the mice used to lick the floorboards after they went to bed, rolling their light tails against the rattling marbles of granulations. Vivo! the dextrose those children consumed, lavished, smoked, in their knobbly candy bars. Such pimples! such hardons! such moody loves. And thus they grew like giggling fir trees.