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Post by psw on Dec 5, 2020 13:10:58 GMT -5
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Post by Liiisa on Dec 5, 2020 14:54:01 GMT -5
WOW -- that is good, thank you tzarine. Damn, that last stanza. "I'm glad I don't believe it... I'm glad they did believe it." So good. It's really too bad that so much poetry today is so crap, though my theory is that there are fewer gatekeepers, so we're just exposed to a far greater range of poetry quality than we would have been before. I suppose if we'd been poetry editors in the 19th century we probably would have a teetering slush pile of crap, and a different opinion of the poetry of the day. I am related to Emily Dickinson somehow, through my father's mother, but I did not inherit her ability to write poetry. PS huh psw! Neat, thank you.
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Post by tzarine on Dec 5, 2020 15:16:36 GMT -5
cool about you & ems, liisa!
love that poem
i could send you some blake, too!
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Post by Liiisa on Dec 5, 2020 15:59:42 GMT -5
I got the Blake here somewhere... I probably have the Emily too, actually; just never read it because I think I'm deadened to poetry by reading so much bad poetry in the New Yorker and Twitter etc.
The best contemporary poetry per my own particular taste these days is set to music (i.e., "music lyrics" as against "poetry"). I'm pretty blown away by much of the new Kae Tempest record, e.g..
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Post by Webs on Dec 5, 2020 16:16:30 GMT -5
I was going to order in, but after the selection and a beverage, tax, tip, delivery, it was $30 for something I wouldn't get a second serving out of.
Fuck that, I'm having potatoes and eggs.
Time to go back on skinflint days.
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Post by tzarine on Dec 5, 2020 17:31:58 GMT -5
I got the Blake here somewhere... I probably have the Emily too, actually; just never read it because I think I'm deadened to poetry by reading so much bad poetry in the New Yorker and Twitter etc. The best contemporary poetry per my own particular taste these days is set to music (i.e., "music lyrics" as against "poetry"). I'm pretty blown away by much of the new Kae Tempest record, e.g.. . here's xiao qiji nationalzoo.si.edu/animals/news/pandastory-xiao-qi-ji-takes-his-first-steps
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Post by Liiisa on Dec 5, 2020 18:33:29 GMT -5
Squeeee
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Post by ozziegiraffe on Dec 6, 2020 4:17:57 GMT -5
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Post by tzarine on Dec 6, 2020 21:52:27 GMT -5
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Post by tucano on Dec 7, 2020 6:40:36 GMT -5
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Post by tzarine on Dec 7, 2020 20:50:51 GMT -5
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Post by Liiisa on Dec 8, 2020 5:58:27 GMT -5
!!! The Clara Barton rest stop -- they got pretty far, that's practically Delaware! What the hell; to get there from Queens requires some really confusing highway interchanges. That kid is going to be something else when he grows up if he can stay out of prison.
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Post by tzarine on Dec 8, 2020 18:57:19 GMT -5
i was impressed
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Post by Liiisa on Dec 8, 2020 19:46:23 GMT -5
I mean, Vince Lombardi would be a little more understandable, but Clara Barton!!!
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Post by tzarine on Dec 8, 2020 20:07:40 GMT -5
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Post by Liiisa on Dec 8, 2020 20:10:09 GMT -5
lol thank you... I was just thinking geographically, but sure
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Post by tzarine on Dec 8, 2020 22:15:09 GMT -5
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Post by tzarine on Dec 18, 2020 16:10:42 GMT -5
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Post by tzarine on Dec 18, 2020 23:48:31 GMT -5
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Post by vinnyd on Dec 19, 2020 16:51:45 GMT -5
Liiisa, there were tons of bad poetry written and published, and often quite popular, in the nineteenth century. The worst of it didn't survive, that's all.
Death of an Infant BY LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY
Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dash’d it out. – There was a tint of rose O’er cheek and lip; – he touch’d the veins with ice, And the rose faded. – Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wistful tenderness, – a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep, which Innocence Alone can wear. – With ruthless haste he bound The silken fringes of their curtaining lids Forever. – There had been a murmuring sound With which the babe would claim its mother’s ear, Charming her even to tears. – The spoiler set His seal of silence. – But there beam’d a smile, So fix’d and holy from that marble brow, – Death gazed and left it there; – he dared not steal The signet-ring of Heaven.
Lydia Howard Sigourney was known as the Sweet Singer of Hartford.
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Post by tzarine on Dec 19, 2020 21:05:24 GMT -5
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Post by HalcyonDaze on Dec 20, 2020 1:22:41 GMT -5
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Post by groo on Dec 20, 2020 2:42:37 GMT -5
Liiisa, there were tons of bad poetry written and published, and often quite popular, in the nineteenth century. The worst of it didn't survive, that's all. d. And then there was William Topaz McGonnigal. His poetry has survived: www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/tay-bridge-disaster/He journeyed to Balmoral to present Queen Victoria with a volume of his verse, but her courtiers seemed uninterested.
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Post by HalcyonDaze on Dec 21, 2020 1:54:06 GMT -5
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Post by groo on Dec 21, 2020 2:23:22 GMT -5
It'd go down well after a Siberian mammoth t bone.
Scientists visiting Mawson's* Hut in the Antarctic (abandoned around 110 years ago) found food that they regarded as probably still edible.
Yet the Memsahib insists that I dispose of yoghurt that is a mere fortnight out of "use by".
* Sir Douglas Mawson and I attended the same secondary shool, but we were not chronologically coexistent.
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Post by tucano on Dec 23, 2020 13:36:35 GMT -5
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Post by psw on Dec 23, 2020 14:11:06 GMT -5
Some of their descendants, geographically anyhow, used to keep live carp in US bathtubs, especially before electric refrigerators.
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Post by sophie on Dec 23, 2020 15:05:18 GMT -5
I saw that on my first trip to Poland in 1970.. I felt I wandered back through time.
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Post by tzarine on Dec 23, 2020 19:49:08 GMT -5
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Post by ozziegiraffe on Dec 24, 2020 5:04:23 GMT -5
Out here you would just need to look in one of the rivers. European carp are an introduced pest, and considered not worth eating.
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