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  • Rookie - 0 Points Max Reif (12/19/2005 8:41:00 AM) Post reply
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    Amusing quote on the radio, by a novelist in an interview:

    'It's almost like he's Sisyphus, but, like, he's purchased the rock and the mountain.'

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (12/19/2005 7:50:00 AM) Post reply

    Poetry


    In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
    one spark of the planet's early fires
    trapped forever in its net of ice,
    it's not love's later heat that poetry holds,
    but the atom of the love that drew it forth
    from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
    begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice
    suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's - boastful
    with his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
    but if it yields a steadier light, he knows
    the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
    like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene.

    Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water
    sings of nothing, not your name, not mine.



    This by Don Paterson, twice recent winner of our prestigious Eliot Prize.

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (12/19/2005 7:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    When the sacred being had said what he had to say
    They set off as ordered into the autumn sunlight.
    It was neutrally brilliant, a perfectly calm day
    And business was brisk at the appointed site.
    The mind struggled, as it usually did, to write
    Letters of dismissal, memos of loss or delay,
    When all it wanted to note was how it was all right
    With the account healthy and time enough to pay.

    But it wasn’t and wouldn’t be when phones were ringing
    With all the lost messages, most of them much too brief,
    Full of exploded phrases and broken sentences.
    But the sacred being had written off their absences.
    His accounts were already balanced out with grief
    And he bade the heavenly choir continue singing.

    This by George Szirtes (sorry Adam, first news report spelt it wrong) who has just won our highest (?) poetry prize.

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    • Rookie Poetry Hound (12/19/2005 1:45:00 PM) Post reply

      Wow! What a colorful and clever poem. What an eye he has. Thanks for this, Shep. Best poem I've seen posted on the forum in a long time. I like the section of poem Adam posted to. How come I've never ... more

  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (12/19/2005 1:25:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Ladies with and without wonderbras, guys who don't discriminate and those who carry a grudge:

    An early Christmas surprise came today. You may recall that Lulu had no record of my order and they didn't notice when they charged my credit card.
    I was getting a tad frustrated yet kept writing to them, each time with less politeness.
    Today, accompanied by otherwise total silence from LULU since 48 hours ago, FedEx delivered a Priority Parcel of my three books.
    They look great and peace has returned to the airwaves, although I have heard nothing from them as yet.
    Just wanted to let you all know.

    Best wishes
    H

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    • Rookie Mary Nagy (12/19/2005 6:48:00 PM) Post reply

      So glad to hear you got them Herbert! ! See.....ya just gotta have faith huh? Good news....(since I'm still waiting for mine) :)

    • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (12/19/2005 2:13:00 AM) Post reply

      Addendum: A few hours after receiving the books I received yet another message from LULU. Perhaps they are celebrating early? But they were kind enough to ask me to rate their service, see below: ... more


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  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (12/18/2005 9:44:00 PM) Post reply

    A message for the people of Aberdeen;
    Please see below for an explanation of what actually happened last Christmas:

    Santa At Paddy's Pub

    A snowflake tumbled from the sky
    and landed in a reindeer's eye.
    The reindeer was in lead position,
    the navigator for their mission.

    For just a second he did blink
    and brought the sleigh close to the brink.
    Though Santa was asleep between
    the stops, their next was Aberdeen.

    And within seconds came a blizzard
    with so much snow, it takes a wizard
    to find in blizzards your own way,
    more so if pulling a big sleigh.

    And so it happened they got lost
    and covered by a sheet of frost
    drove straight into the open door
    of Paddy's Pub (with polished floor) .

    Came to a halt right by the bar
    when Paddy asked 'have you come far? '
    and served them all the local ale
    each reindeer drank from its own pail.

    For Santa, though he had a treat
    he served him Irish Whisky, neat.
    And now and then, the door would swing
    admitting one more dingeling.

    Each time they saw a glimpse of snow
    old Winter gave a dreadful show.
    An Irish Pub that's owned by Paddy
    has one good rule, there is one daddy

    who calls the shots inside the Pub
    because a Pub is like a hub.
    So Paddy saw the snow kept falling
    and that conditions were appalling,

    he made the instant stipulation
    that in this wintry situation
    no one would leave the Pub again
    and that applied to all the men.

    Of course, there are no womanfolks
    in Irish Pubs, where they tell jokes
    thus it was easy to comply
    while all the snow fell from the sky.

    In March, at last, the weatherman
    on Pay-TV (his name was Stan)
    declared the blizzard truly over,
    his information came from Dover.

    Needless to say, the holidays
    had faded in the blizzard's haze
    and those of you from Aberdeen
    please do not think St. Nick is mean.

    As soon as Paddy says the word
    the sleigh will rise just like a bird
    and those of you who got no gifts
    whose homes were buried by huge drifts,

    there is a chance (that's what I hear)
    that you'll be luckier next year.

    Merry Christmas
    Best wishes
    Herbert

  • Rookie Joseph Daly (12/18/2005 8:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Well I guess we are all winding down now, putting aside the metaphor and facing up the the fact that Christmas is nearly upon. And so it is that I wish all of you a most wonderful Christmas and that the new year showers you with inspiration.

    Much as I would like to post you all (well, those that I am aware of) individual greetings, that would prove impossible to do so before the new year. So I shall just mention a few. To Declan (a mate and a most talented guy, and reminding me that being a Paddy isn't so bad after all) , to Andrew, for being the first to review a work of mine and for his 9/11 cycle, which I believe you haven't finished yet, for Allan, for his dogmamatism in his own, individual, belief, for Pound, for providing a lot of insight and maintaining a high degree of quality on the forum and in his comments. To Nikhil, for stubbornly refusing to see that it is the art that is important and not the artist (you have admire that much self belief.) To Sally for being Sally. For Rusty for returning to the site and who's works have given me some of the best laughs I have had in ages. To John Kay, Walt Ostrander, Lamont, Charles and the many others who have provided some of the most thought provoking work I have come across and, in doing so, illustrated that poetry is not dead, not even asleep. To Mary for the tranformation from a kitten into a tiger in the space of a few months, Tai Chi, for her warmth and her work, which sometime had me sitting with my legs crossed for hours and for CJ for her astonishing work and for just being a wonderful human being.

    I could go on, but I think you will have got the picture by now.

    A big thank you to all. Let's keep the kettle boiling throughout 2006

    Denis Joe

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    • Rookie ***** ********* (12/20/2005 2:38:00 AM) Post reply

      Thank you Denis! Very kind of you to say such nice things about my work. I will see what I can russle up for Chrimbo, to keep that warmth going. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AT POEMHUNTER. Grinning like ... more

    • Rookie Mary Nagy (12/19/2005 3:19:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm not sure about that ''tiger'' thing but......ok! I hope you have a great holiday Denis! Sincerely, Mary

    • Rookie Cj Heck (12/19/2005 12:22:00 PM) Post reply

      Thank you, Denis, and Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you, too. Great big smoochies (kisses) and love, CJ


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  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (12/18/2005 6:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Don't forget guys, at this party-game season, that none of you have played my fascinating game of 'halves of the face' (Block out first one half of a face, then the other, see the two characters, said to be left, what you're born with, right, what you make of it (Best do it first on your own in case...) .
    I note Condy, my A1 example, keeps her good confident side on view - she even enters left when she walks on theplatform, to keep 'fearful Condy' out of the picture.. Meet your public figures for the first time. Live a little.

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  • Rookie ***** ***** (12/18/2005 4:15:00 PM) Post reply

    Possibly an interesting exercise to attempt: Lipogram

    There are several examples of works written without using some letter of the alphabet. Usually e is left out, perhaps because that’s one of the most frequently found and so presents the greatest challenge (for example, you can’t use such common words as the, use or are) . Some of these works are quite long. Examples are Gadsby, a 50,000-word novel published by Ernest Vincent Wright in 1939, and George Perec’s French-language novel La Disparition of 1969, which was translated into English in 1995 as A Void. Such works are called lipograms, from the Greek lipogrammatos, “missing a letter”. And James Thurber once wrote a story about pirates who banned the use of “o” on an island, The Wonderful O, which is about the problem of leaving out a letter rather than an example of the type.

    Find Gabsby here:

    http: //www.spinelessbooks.com/gadsby/

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (12/18/2005 3:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I bought myself a Wonderbra
    For fourteen ninety nine,
    It looked so good on the model girl's chest,
    And I hoped it would on mine,
    I took it from the packaging
    And when I tried it on,
    The Wonderbra restored to me
    All I believed had gone

    Chorus:
    Let's all salute the Wonderbra,
    The Wonderbra, the Wonderbra,
    Let's all salute the Wonderbra,
    For fourteen ninety-nine.

    It gave me such a figure,
    I can't believe it's mine,
    I showed it to my husband
    And it made his eyeballs shine,
    And when I served the breakfast,
    The kids cried out, 'Hooray!
    Here comes our darling mother,
    with her bosom on a tray! '

    I didn't really need one,
    my present bra, it's true,
    Had only been in constant use
    Since nineteen eighty-two,
    But the silhouette I dreamed about,
    Is mine, is mine at last,
    And builders on the scaffolding,
    Drop off as I walk past

    Chorus:
    Singing.. let's all salute the Wonderbra,
    The Wonderbra, the Wonderbra,
    Let's all salute the Wonderbra
    For fourteen ninety-nine

    *

    I knew you'd want more of her but didn't dare ask...

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    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (12/18/2005 3:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Michael that is a super write. I just had to laugh, it's wonderful. Why isn't it on your poems site, or is it and I have missed it? . Great! Great! Great! Love Ernestine XXX

  • Rookie Ben Cassel (12/18/2005 2:03:00 PM) Post reply

    On another subject, I have rotated poems and added three new ones. I am leaving 'Nyctitropism' on - I was interested in criticism of that piece. The new ones are 'Song and Dance', 'The Gila Snaking Yuma Way' and 'Dust and Charcoal.' I've removed '4'x4'x4' Slab of Steel...' to incorporate some very constructive criticism, particularly from Jefferson. Thanks to all who have read and commented on my work. As Sherrie knows, I never stop editing (she found a poem from 1981 with fresh changes) , so I love PH.

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