Poetry

Started by FreakAnimalFinland, December 18, 2009, 10:18:07 PM

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RyanWreck

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Quote from: FreakAnimalFinland on December 18, 2009, 10:18:07 PM
Lets say, that I always considered that poetry is for faggots. Being such a meat head, that I really couldn't get myself to read any poetry, since I always associated it with:
1) girl romantic sobbing
2) emo boys

That's how I always felt about Poetry. Was never a huge fan, I'm still not really a big fan to this day. If you can find some of Viscount Wilmot's poems from his later years those are pretty good for what they are (I think he is refereed to as a "Libertine Poet").

Most of the poetry I read is from Crowley, like the "Book of Lies" which also contains a lot of practical advice on Ceremonial Magick and mysticism. And plenty of other Crowley stuff is very amusing and good:

When Celia cums, 'tis earthquake hour
The bed vibrates like kettledrums
It is a grand display of power
when Celia cums.
When Celia farts, my hasty nose
Sniffs up the fragrance from her parts
Shamed are the violets and rose
when Celia farts.

HongKongGoolagong

Quote from: RyanWreck on April 13, 2012, 06:43:53 PM
And plenty of other Crowley stuff is very amusing and good:

When Celia cums, 'tis earthquake hour
The bed vibrates like kettledrums
It is a grand display of power
when Celia cums.
When Celia farts, my hasty nose
Sniffs up the fragrance from her parts
Shamed are the violets and rose
when Celia farts.


Crowley pretty much plagiarised that stuff from Jonathan Swift 'The Lady's Dressing Room' - http://www.potw.org/archive/potw158.html

nahàsh atrym

             

       SUICIDE

      ABCDEFG
      HIJKLMN
      OPQRST
      UVWXYZ

by Louis Aragon

Deadpriest

I wrote a book of poetry that I'm going to publish pretty soon.

A Very Tall Building

I'm at the top of a very tall building,
I am very high up,
I'm looking down,
But not really,
I'm lost,
But it's very obvious where I am,
I'm lost but it's very obvious where I am,
My eyes briefly come into focus, but it passes,
I let myself sway a little then stop,
I climbed up here without thinking,
Wanted to see the world!
But I'm not really interested,
My head bobs as I think,
As though I'm counting,
Or working myself up for something...
I want something to lean against,
I could jump,
That would be silly,
It is silly, daring myself like that,
I am utterly aimless.

This is the last poem i wrote.
My book of poetry: http://www.histergrant.com/

Deadpriest

My book's out!! It's called Suspend and is published under the pseudonym Hister Grant.
Please check it out!!
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Suspend-Hister-Grant/dp/1524597945/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1487934362&sr=8-1&keywords=hister+grant
My book of poetry: http://www.histergrant.com/

Andrew McIntosh

Quote from: bitewerksMTB on April 13, 2012, 02:30:28 AM
I hate poetry. Write a poem about junkmetal, mountain biking, murder, outlaw motorcycles gangs, gangbangs, guns, & prostitutes and I will still hate it.

Oh my beloved lady of the night
Would it be alright
If I might
Take you to the gangbang tonight
Upon my trusty mountain bike?

Which even the most outlaw of motorcycle gangs
Dare not gainsay
Oh, I would that you would say
On this day
"Okay"
And with me come away

For there is murder to be done
Which is always much more fun
When, with full mettle
We use junk metal
My precious little petal

And maybe my gun.


Shikata ga nai.

david lloyd jones

Quote from: Andrew McIntosh on February 24, 2017, 03:15:12 PM
Quote from: bitewerksMTB on April 13, 2012, 02:30:28 AM
I hate poetry. Write a poem about junkmetal, mountain biking, murder, outlaw motorcycles gangs, gangbangs, guns, & prostitutes and I will still hate it.

Oh my beloved lady of the night
Would it be alright
If I might
Take you to the gangbang tonight
Upon my trusty mountain bike?

Which even the most outlaw of motorcycle gangs
Dare not gainsay
Oh, I would that you would say
On this day
"Okay"
And with me come away

For there is murder to be done
Which is always much more fun
When, with full mettle
We use junk metal
My precious little petal

And maybe my gun.

ha ha! still gay!



F_c_O

Could someone here recommend a english translation of 'flowers of evil'? I have several poetry books to buy and for majority I know what to get but this one eludes me.

david lloyd jones

Quote from: F_c_O on February 24, 2017, 11:00:56 PM
Could someone here recommend a english translation of 'flowers of evil'? I have several poetry books to buy and for majority I know what to get but this one eludes me.

in uk, penguin publications are generally well regarded and easy to get

david lloyd jones

wow, this poetry corner is great.

my finger smells bad
I stuck it in a dead girl's arse
serves me right.
it tastes awful as well.

not so much a haiku as a fuk u

goingnowhereeatingthings

Quote from: david lloyd jones on March 01, 2017, 07:56:58 PM
Quote from: F_c_O on February 24, 2017, 11:00:56 PM
Could someone here recommend a english translation of 'flowers of evil'? I have several poetry books to buy and for majority I know what to get but this one eludes me.

in uk, penguin publications are generally well regarded and easy to get

I believe I have the Penguin edition of Flowers of Evil and, if I remember well, is pure shit compared to the common Italian editions. Actually I believe I have a "Selected Verses" but whatever.

Deadpriest

A narrative Poem:

Ted Bundy
Shifts in his chair
Eyeing the wall
He imagines
She's totally passive
Unresisting
'Thanks Ted'
She says
He looks at her
He rubs at a tooth
With his tongue
Holding her tight
Staring into her face
He looks up
At her centre parting
Just like Elizabeth
Her eyes fixed and glassy
He peers into them
She turns her back on him
Putting things into a bag
She is his
He owns her
She turns back around
'See you Ted'
'That's right sweetie
I'll beat this'
My book of poetry: http://www.histergrant.com/

Atrophist

It's not that I dislike poetry or the people who enjoy it, but I've never grown into the habit of reading it regularly. I don't know how to distinguish a bad poem from a good one.

Once in a blue moon I read Samuel Beckett's How It Is, which is basically a 220 page prose poem about a person crawling through mud in absolute darkness. Forever. A total laugh riot, as I am sure you can imagine. At first the garbled language (with no punctuation or capitalization) seems almost meaningless, but if you stick with it some kind of patterns and meanings seem to emerge.

Lazrs3

I've been getting Hiroshima Yeah Zine over the last year, it was mainly to read Gary Simmons reviews which like. There is loads of poetry in there too by Simmons and Mark Richie. It comes around once a month, but I am increasingly enjoying the poetry. Cool Thread.

Hiroshima Yeah - donbirnam@hotmail.com

Dyecap

"Help my crushing soul sleep
While all around me rainbows burn
Silent are the birds in every meadow"
...
By JUju

https://tyrannichorizon.bandcamp.com/album/raft-of-roses

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