141–150 of 369 posts
Charles Baudelaire ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Baudelaire ): You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
Isn't it strange to call that Beaudelaire's? Edna St. Vincent Millay put these words on paper, Beaudelaire wrote only in French...
Eminem: No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the ri…
Eminem: No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the ri…
Eminem has written some really good lines. His play with words is just fantastic.
少小離家老大回 鄉音無改鬢毛衰 兒童相見不相識 笑問客從何處來
I left my hometown as a young boy and returned as an old man.
The local speech hadn't changed, but the hair on my head had.
The children looked at me but recognized me not.
Laughing, they asked from where this visitor had come.
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.I always come back to Frost's "The Road Not Taken" TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,…
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.Rumi said things like
Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.I 'll meet you there.
There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
(hindi) Dil toh bachcha hai ji
(english) Heart is such a child
(hindi)
Nazm uljhi hui hai seene mein
misare atke hue hain hothon par
udate phirte hain titaliyon ki tarah
lafz kaagaz pe baithate hi nahin
kab se baithaa hun main jaanam
saade kaagaz pe likh ke naam tera
bas tera naam hi mukammal hai
isse behtar bhi nazm kyaa hogi
(english)
A poem is entangled in my heart.
lines are stuck on my lips.
Fluttering like butterflies,
words refuse to settle on paper.
I have labored
for hours my darling,
writing your name on this blank sheet of paper.
Your name itself suffices;
What other poem can excel that ?
Gulzar - http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10289313-selected-poems
https://www.youtube.com/user/spokenverse/videos?sort=dd&shel...
Yes I know that doesn't answer your question. I've been reading and enjoying John Clare the past few days. One of his poems, read by the guy above, is in this video: https://vimeo.com/121024561 I love the poem and the music but I don't think the footage connects that well.
Charles Baudelaire ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Baudelaire ): You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
Isn't it strange to call that Beaudelaire's? Edna St. Vincent Millay put these words on paper, Beaudelaire wrote only in French...
There's also this poem of Baudelaire about female homosexuality, which I like, Damned women, also called Delphine and Hippolyta. His whole book "Les fleurs du mal" (The Flowers of Evil) was heresy at the time (1860), it was about the beauty of evil, well, in part. There are English versions there but it's not easy to translate: http://fleursdumal.org/poem/180