Album cover of cream color w square photo of pink flowers close up in middle Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Abattoir Blues / The Lyre of Orpheus
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about of the new made leaves
For it is breathless without you
#poetrysunday (Breathless about O&E comes on w flutes, crazy great annunciation & verb tweaks & I almost forget NC bent a knee to a real f’n king)
When I was an alien
Cultures weren't opinions
Never met a wise man
If so it’s a woman
Nirvana
#poetrysunday (+1 & all that that implies. ugh)
As children bid the Guest "Good night" And then reluctant turn - My flowers raise their pretty lips - Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake - Merry that it is Morn - My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again. (Fr127) From an Emily Dickinson Museum mailer
My Emily’s super sentient flowers —
#poetrysunday -2
While looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme Drinking my vodka and lime I look around Simon
Looks over manuscripts first & then looks around (love that twist!)
bit of Hazy Shade of Winter 1966 Simon
#poetrysunday -2
Poem of the Week Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee - Fr1687
Beauty crowds me till I die
Emily Dickinson Museum
Poem of the Week
#poetrysunday +3
Because its cities are empty, its population dispersed, Its land once bringing harvest is overgrown with thistles, Its mission forgotten, its language lost, The dialect of a village high upon inaccessible mountains.
Czeslaw Milosz on your zombie streaming subscriptions & trying to find something to watch beyond Criterion & when you’ve cancelled the last tolerable commercial sport
#poetrysunday
Sounds of silence album w s & g w their bags and coats on dirt road turning back to look at camera
But my words, like silent raindrops, fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
#poetrysunday
5 Leather clad heavy metal guys w chopper
Smiling hippy lady w guitar
Judas Priest Diamonds & Rust, unlikelier than a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, in a realm so beyond touching, beyond death.
Our breath comes in white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
#poetrysunday +1 thankfully
#poetrysunday after party. Leonard Cohen tells the masses they think they’re strong but they’re weak & breaks into Suzanne
youtu.be/L7WQtIDrgBA?...
Super Bowl beats #Poetrysunday 100,000,000 to 8. #poetrysunday uncowed, will be back next year
You there, impotent, loose in the knees, open your scarfed chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied ....Icompel.... I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing I have I bestow.
Yeah you
Leaves of Grass 40
Walt Whitman
#poetrysunday
Hail to you Bad little boy Lying In bound beauty Of only a broken leg And thank you For throwing Your bricks on the floor For the third time And the smack You gave me For the thermometer Delightfully male Already gallant
thank you? delightfully?
Babies in Hospital
Part II
Incomparable Mina Loy
#poetrysunday
Storms swirl like stickless lollipops across the patchwork clown suit of our country.
Father with Cow Head 2011 Shelley Stenhouse
#poetrysunday
Night Duty 1 Tonight I am down among the ballast. I am one of the silent weights that prevent the ship from overturning! Obscure faces in the darkness like stones. They can only hiss: "Don't touch me."
Yup this feels right, but with no !
Tomas Transtromer tr Robin Fulton
the great enigma. 1st stanza of Night Duty
#poetrysunday
Venice - Venus? this must be my stance, my station: though you brushed aside my verse, I can't get away from it, I've tried to; true, it was "fascinating ... if you can stand its preciousness," you wrote of what I wrote; why must I write? you would not care for this, but She draws the veil aside, unbinds my eyes, commands, write, write or die.
write, write or die.
Hermetic Definition Part 1
Red Rose & a Beggar #5
1960
H.D.
#poetrysunday
The years offer rot, openings, redevelopment,
scaffolding,
a billboard above the abandoned factory,
sunlight where never before.
Windows, Roof, Wood
Susan Briante Utopia Minus 2011
#poetrysunday
And you, good women, bakers of nicest bread, blood donors. Your crumbs choke me, I would not want a drop of your blood in me, it is pumped by weak hearts, perfect pulses that never falter: irresponsive to nightmare reality.
…irresponsive
to nighttime reality.
(no crumbs & circuses)
Goodbye to Tolerance
Denise Levertov 1975
#poetrysunday
1st Stanza Factory windows are always broken. Somebody's always throwing bricks, Somebody's always heaving cinders, Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.
Factory Windows are always broken
Vachel Lindsay
#poetrysunday
Reminder that @six18sfoundry.bsky.social and others are fighting the good counter programming fight with #PoetrySunday today.
Post a poem and tag all the while the pigskin is flying !
Banish Air from Air - Divide Light if you dare - They'll meet While Cubes in a Drop Or Pellets of Shape Fit - Films cannot annul Odors return whole Force Flame And with a Blonde push Over your impotence Flits Steam. 963
Over your impotence
Flits steam
Banish Air from Air
Emily Dickinson
#poetrysunday
This week's #poem for #Poetrysunday is about #hurricanes and the anticipation and slight fear of them. A hurricane day was the closest thing to a #snowday I had as a kid growing up in #Florida
Overwhelmed by the sun, with a torn brain I stand beneath the cloud's confessional, But the hot beams rob me of speech, After the perils of friends' talk Reach asking arms up to the milky sky,
bit ‘o Dylan Thomas’ Out of a War of Wits 1933. Who needs enemies when one has friends
#poetrysunday
#poetrysunday Yes!
Keats!!!!! I cry your mercy—pity—love.—aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen —without a blot! O! let me have thee whole, —all—all-be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
that sweet minor zest
#poetrysunday Keats, tastier than a Dorito
Dreamy ginger dude w chin on hand, hair pulled back. Looking like some 1800 angel. Thinking in poem
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold
Keats will hit them so hard, will tackle generations
#poetrysunday
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us! Dont tell! they'd banish us - you know! How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public - like a Frog- To tell your name - the livelong June - To an admiring Bog!
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Emily Dickinson
#poetrysunday -1
David has been fighting the Super Bowl with #poetrySunday for as long as I’ve known him. Enjoy owls 🦉and post poetry this Sunday!
Hand outstretched w tennis ball floating in mid air. A road twists away behind
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake
#poetrysunday -2 do not watch a second of that crap on Sunday. Post poetry & imagery
Pouty B&W folk lady w sleeveless summer checkered dress and wearing guitar
Well, I’ll be damned, here comes your ghost again
Diamonds and Rust. Joan Baez (he who said her poetry was lousy could f right off)
#poetrysunday -4
With no desire for success, no anxiety about failure, indifferent to results, he burns up his actions in the fire of wisdom.
Bhagavad Gita tr Mitchell.
#poetrysunday -5
