Jeff Thelen |
Quiet like restful discretion
Quiet like restful discretionm'lady full of weak trivia
and the loose purse strings plead promises
with dawdling words and greasy chips
scullery maids rot on Cyprus
peeled potatoes and blood stained sheets
the amber green lighting hovers breathless
against "I'm sure"s and "It ain't 'alf swank"
they settle on hussy tips and fancy falls
chat business buzz, gulled mates, and known saints
what's more the venician washer donna
scrubbing rudeness from dear impatience
stiff formalities playing roman order
flowing with careful wine and thankful sneakers
rotten tempers are recognized by sight
and the spilt vinegar hollow out an old womb
but the detest of a stingy maid is devoted to earn a living
now then, to our health
mending husbands and tearing the crotch holes
and all of us bleed'n laughter at the expense
of pigs asking about size
the daft wine is of no matter
and falsely slashed throats provide
no goat cheese by their word of honor
death's laughter is hushed by Adam and Eve's beatings.
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
What happened to us
"Rather than ask is it interesting, one might better ask 'is it truthful?'"-Keri Smith (about writing)-
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
-John Keating (Dead Poets Society)-
you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known... I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all I want.
-Jack to Rose (Titanic)-
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