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  • ***** ***** (5/9/2005 2:59:00 PM) Post reply

    I would suggest that that statistic is less about a particular nation and more about the global collection of poets.. with only 10 percent overall reading and commenting. I admit that I don't read enough, but am improving and it is informing my work. Irish people are given an english education which would make anyone stop speaking the language.. it's force-fed and regurgitated at will.. no wonder Irish people don't go back to literature.. for the most part. It gathers a lump of fear in the throat. If people are to read poetry then education systems need alteration to encourage people to interpret openly, not solely reiterate the PhD theses of past pupils.

    With respect to Ms. Boland, being part of the educational establishment can blind many academics to that little nugget of truth.


  • ***** ***** (5/9/2005 1:45:00 PM) Post reply

    I wrote this on the second day after the tsunami.. I am not offering it as part two, but it was about the moment of impact... It appears in 'Paint The Sky With Stars', an anthology from which all the proceeds will go to South East Asia..

    Just following the thread, albeit sideways... :) Sx


    Outstretched fingers flew by
    in the muddy gloop.
    Trees curled back, under strain
    of two people, now bound
    by a common blackness.
    I don't know you, hold my hand.

    Many vanishing seas counted
    one, two
    then wielded a fierce revenge
    upon the earth,
    knocked it off its perch.

    The glass was shook and
    dessicated humans floated
    a myriad in the little ball.
    Bloated they fell to the shore
    as the raging floor of the ocean
    sucked back a vomit.

    Cracked shells, sun-seared
    lay upon the settled sand,
    flung and spun in the flood,

    Arms straddled, calling up.
    What did you hug
    before the ocean pulled
    its continental plug?

    Wrapped into each other,
    this tender horror scalpels
    all the more, bodies
    blistered and scored.

    Babies sleeping, all
    peaceful on a drunken shore.

    Sonja Broderick

  • Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (5/9/2005 9:14:00 AM) Post reply


    they really were a fantastic band. i got into New Order first and worked my way back. the grating, sub-par distorted production of Joy Division was initially hard to swallow compared to NO's slick electronics thanks in no small part to Stephen Hague. Ian's voice was almost comical to me.

    but then i dug deeper. i listened to his lyrics. i learned more about him, i read all the liner notes i could find! and i grew to admire and respect Joy Division, and enjoy NO even more.

    Dead Souls, Transmission, and She's Lost Control remain my faves...


  • Andy Konisberg (5/8/2005 7:22:00 PM) Post reply

    Ian Curtis wasn't the best live performer and I prefer The Fall but Joy Division did some interesting work.

  • Poetry Hound (5/8/2005 8:41:00 AM) Post reply

    The Morrison poem I USED to like was (and I'm doing this from memory) :

    The air outside burns my eyes.
    I'll pull them out and
    get rid of the burning.

  • Michael Shepherd (5/8/2005 7:50:00 AM) Post reply

    Anthony and all - I've attempted a very quick demonstration of the way a poet might approach the content of the Morrison poem.. it's up as 'Man Raking Leaves'. Of course a poem set to music, however sparsely expressed, is still magic, so it's no comp - though I can envisage it as shooting script for the opening of one of those exquisite Japanese films with their fabulous plink-pause-twang soundtracks...

  • Poetry Hound (5/8/2005 7:45:00 AM) Post reply

    Jim Morrison wrote good solid rock lyrics and had a huge amount charisma that keeps on giving (judging by the continuing parade of worshipers to his grave at Pere Lachaise) . But his poetry is pretty ordinary. Not terrible. Just not very good. It really needs to be accompanied by Doors tunes.

  • Michael Shepherd (5/8/2005 5:53:00 AM) Post reply

    And to add to Adam - I'd never written anything but sonnets until I met this site and its practitioners, for which I'm enormously grateful.

  • Allan James Saywell (5/8/2005 5:05:00 AM) Post reply

    everybody i am not soto, never have been never will be, i am far to busy
    writing poetry, i am just myself

  • Allan James Saywell (5/8/2005 3:07:00 AM) Post reply

    message to geriatric, jerry stay out of my work, do not comment and i will stay out of yours if you could call it poetry, you thought you could push me around
    but heh buddy i kick and i kick, keep your war to yourself the war is over
    time to move on, time to write poetry, not about war

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