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  • Gulsher John (7/30/2014 6:49:00 AM) Post reply Stage


    Once i felt you in my blood and bones and your silence screamed in me
    but now I no longer have anything to fear, so
    why and what do i care about Jupiter, Zeus or lord the Savior?
    you are the king of gods- you say- of stars, but you are not the king of man
    any more. Do you ever feel the sufferings of others?No, but i do,
    and it is a painful secret that men are free and yet you don't know it,
    I know justice is human issue and i don't need any one to teach me it.
    Don't you see what i m feeling: the rage and revolt,
    not to obey the foolish rules that humiliated me long.
    I am not virtuous but our sons will be, if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be:
    i know the sin, the remorse and the mighty anguish and i will take upon myself but first
    let me claim my kingdom and my will, without it I wonder if I really exist?.
    O, let me embrace my freedom,
    if i fail to satiate this urge, it will surely infect my soul, and i will not be a MAN any more.

  • Mike Acker (7/30/2014 12:01:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    After speaking to someone whose opinion I respect, it was recommended that I deny the accusation that I am Richard Thripp. Alexander Rizzo is full of venom. I sense that the scorn may be from one of our female members, if Rizzo is not Lamont Palmer.

    Just in case I wasn't clear, I am not Richard Thripp. Having checked him out on Google, it seems that he is a real person named, Richard Thripp.

    While I am at, I have never been anyone but Mike Acker.

  • Peter Stavropoulos (7/29/2014 7:16:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Just starting to get into Pound's Cantos. Is there a better line in poetry than this?- " out of all this beauty something must come." Written by Pound after having been imprisoned in an open air cage, sleeping on the ground.

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    • Professor Plum (7/29/2014 9:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      More Pound for your reading pleasure: No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are h ... more

  • Professor Plum (7/29/2014 2:51:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I can't decide which 'League of Angels' heroine I like the best: Aurora, Isabelle, or Fortuna. They're all so lovely...and healthy. So healthy.

  • Gulsher John (7/29/2014 1:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    For Professor Plum..... isn't it?

    Rabble delle persone sporche
    da diversi percorsi, ruggendo per le strade:
     di essere nutrito, vestito e per eguale trattamento,
    ma il boom si dimentica, che il contratto sociale
    firmato con la bufala, (che) le loro anime e la libertà
    essere ammanettato e incatenato per pochi centesimi pochi e bucks.And
    (Come Faustus ha promesso di Lucifero) anche loro, hanno dato il loro consenso IN.
    Ah! Non vedo la tua tenebra sarà mai reso conto.

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  • Jefferson Carter (7/29/2014 12:29:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Helllppp! Thripp the Dick has been unleashed upon this site. His toxic sewage is threatening to overwhelm us. Send your complaints to management. I've done it and am waiting for a response.

  • Alexander Rizzo (7/28/2014 9:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    thripps' writings are nothing more than puerile drivel, in case anyone is interested. in fact, thripp is mike acker. mr acker has played with more aliases in the past 10 months, ya gotta wonder about his sanity. his name isn't actually 'acker'. now that's really on the down low

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  • ...- - -... (7/28/2014 12:56:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]

    William Carlos Williams,1883 - 1963

    By the road to the contagious hospital
    under the surge of the blue
    mottled clouds driven from the
    northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the
    waste of broad, muddy fields
    brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

    patches of standing water
    the scattering of tall trees

    All along the road the reddish
    purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
    stuff of bushes and small trees
    with dead, brown leaves under them
    leafless vines-

    Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
    dazed spring approaches-

    They enter the new world naked,
    cold, uncertain of all
    save that they enter. All about them
    the cold, familiar wind-

    Now the grass, tomorrow
    the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
    One by one objects are defined-
    It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

    But now the stark dignity of
    entrance-Still, the profound change
    has come upon them: rooted, they
    grip down and begin to awaken

  • Tony Adah (7/28/2014 11:01:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I am thinking
    About myself
    I am thinking
    About other people
    I am remembering something
    I am thinking
    About the world
    I want to tone it:
    Earth, man, animal, water, fire, air etc
    And all toward perfection
    Or put them in their right
    Places of interaction.
    I want to in all these
    Make me and other men happy
    Sum up all these
    And make them
    The reason for poetry.

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    • Jefferson Carter (7/28/2014 1:09:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Tony, you want to " tone" the world? As in make it like Tony? Huh? Time for some ESL help! ! And why not mention women while you're busy " toning" the world?

  • Mike Acker (7/27/2014 11:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    This guy is obviously a bigoted, homo-phobic, racist bi-polar sob, but he can write poetry. I made myself read through some of his stuff and I hate to say this, but the guy is a very good poet. His writings are better and more exciting than any of the so-called elite here, like Lamont Palmer.
    My hat's off to you, Richard.

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    • Mike Acker (7/28/2014 2:46:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      You are a better judge of poetry than I will ever be. On the other hand, going by instinct alone, he brings to mind Jackson Pollock. I feel there is an aesthetic touch to his writings. This is not ... more

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