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gianpaolo

Gianpaolo — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 04:52:50 GMT

The worst idiotic paper I've ever seen in my life is the Gotham writers circulating in NYC about a school for writers and poets.These people in so doing want just kill the poetry and literature.I've never heard about a poet or a writer that has had to do a school before to exernate his or her best feelings.I've found the same places where Jack Kerouak and other geniuses of literature were used populated from such cretins that of poetry and literature have really understood nothing and are plenty supported from all kind of reactionarians Afl Cio also involved in the destruction of culture and its own basis.

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my favorite poem

Sun, 22 May 2005 06:36:29 GMT

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting

for,
my sister

isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

etcetera wristers etcetera, my

mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)

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THE ENORMOUS ROOM

tygerbill — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 07:06:07 GMT

Online Text:
http://www.lib.byu.edu/%7Erdh/wwi/memoir/cummings/roomTC.htm

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i carry your heart with me

Sun, 22 May 2005 06:35:17 GMT

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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glug type kick type smash type type type

asailboat — Thu, 29 Dec 2005 06:32:55 GMT

twisted at misty the habits just hit me quick as they come i am gone
long drwan out song to tweetle to,
dumbdumbdumbdumb
i like how the dee and bee colide
concious to the tickling at my toes and my noes smells something sweet and it lingers.
fingers collecting at the bones my tone is earth brown.
down around my eyes pour frowns
the meeting street cleaning at four fifteen and the sun is still underground
shadows and bright clowns and earthquakes and buddha dreams inside my closet alone.
the gallery is closed and no one watches the doorframe
eht ned dyslicic

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the nomes no no
grow how slow
a hundred years and i puke
cause i don't care.

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sitting on fists of morining bliss i missed the kiss the night should have left,
instead of whats right i stood out all night my mind will ignight and burn down the sight
a crime of confusion, oh doctor dilsloutioun was the controbution that broke the weak camles back.
racked all but senceless I attack when i'm restless and to my defencess i'm cute, and aloof.
the spoof on life the mad mans side i step in a glide with pride, piss off.
find fourtiouns a foot and feet in my mouth and this is my spout that i'm spewing.
aluding to what, becides the missed bus my fists and sleve cuffs cumbust.
crumbs and bread cover my head what's more to be said theres more to be blead form my juice.
convay and collide headbuts are my bride and my skull fucks a pain inside.
a dance with the devil with the trebel turned down the bace puffs my face insideout.
clout couldn't cover what's been uncovered and no mother could smother but sisters and brothers could look away.
strange days,
the phrase at the end.
my friends.
jim who?

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pity this busy monster, manunkind,

garlic_joy — Sat, 24 Dec 2005 18:59:43 GMT

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extended

unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.

A world of made
is not a world of born-pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if-listen:there's a hell
of a good universe next door:let's go

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the first ee I ever read

scorpionfish — Thu, 08 Dec 2005 22:04:48 GMT

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched lean and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

...I was 18 years old

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concrete poems

Thu, 26 May 2005 01:32:49 GMT

Here's an excerpt from The Introduction to Poetry 4th dition, by X.J. Kennedy:
Sometimes an unconventional looking poem represents no familiar object but is an attempt to make the eye follow an unaccustomed path, as in this experiment by E.E. Cummings.

R-P-O-P-H-E-S-S-A-G-R

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to
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,grasshopper;

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