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Biography of St.Sir Michael Manners
'word poetry is for everyman-
but soul poetry, alas-
is not heavily distributed.'
gregory corso
'Banville declared:
poetry is at the same time
music, sculpture, Painting,
eloquence! Acting!
it should charm the ear,
delight the mind,
make objects, visible,
& excite in us the movements
it chooses to arouse?
& so it is the one complete,
& Necessary Art, & the one which
contains the rest '
I have been writing poetry
for 3 years now,
I don't claim 2 B Good or anything,
i'm okay,
I consider myself a Poete Maudit,
some of my poems R half decent,
I had my first & so far only reading
at the legendary underground toronto cinema
'the cineforum'
last year......
some of my many influences include Edward scissor hands, the beast, the phantom of the opera,
the beats, woody allen, jim morrison,
iggy pop, lou reed, monty clift, james dean,
johnny depp, lord byron, baudelaire, brian wilson,
lon chaney sr, st.john of the cross, Bunker spreckels,
dostoyevsky, edgar allan poe, syd barrett, cesare borgia, st.joan of arc,
van gogh, Dali, ram dass, tim leary, PETE DOHERTY,
motley crue, the sex pistols, & Slash.
all these cats have had a big impact on my life.......
my sister is a Gnarly photographer, so if you have
the time check out/dig some of her work at
http: //flickr.com/photos/amandamanners/
my e-mail address is
poetmaudit83@hotmail.com
here R some
random poems I dig
'I met this Guy Who Died'
we caroused
did the bars
Became fast friends
He wanted me to tell him
What Poetry was
I told him
Happy tipsy one night
I took him home to see my newborn child
A Great Sorrow overcame him
'O Gregory' He moaned
'You brought up something to die'
By: Gregory Corso
'The Saving Quality'
Bad nights of Drunk
Make bad days of Sorry
last night was stained with fear
I or the world was all wrong
Today in hard wind & rain
I stand on Putney's Bridge
flinging Ritz crackers to the swans
Ducks & Gulls Below
assuring myself:
Day or Night
you're All right
By: Gregory Corso
'When Ure Hero Falls'
when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
u taught me 2 be strong
but im confused 2 c u so weak
u said never 2 give up
and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat
when ure hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero there is only
me alone 2 deal with my sorrow
your heart ceases 2 work
and your soul is not happy at all
what r u expected 2 do
when ure only hero falls
by: Tupac shakur
'The Balcony'
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses,
O you, all my pleasure, O you, all my duty!
You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses,
The peace of the fireside, the charm of the evenings.
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!
The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals,
The evenings on the balcony, veiled with rose mist;
How soft your breast was to me! how kind was your heart!
We often said imperishable things,
The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals.
How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!
How deep space is! how potent is the heart!
In bending over you, queen of adored women,
I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.
How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!
The night was growing dense like an encircling wall,
My eyes in the darkness felt the fire of your gaze
And I drank in your breath, O sweetness, O poison!
And your feet nestled soft in my brotherly hands.
The night was growing dense like an encircling wall.
I know the art of evoking happy moments,
And live again our past, my head laid on your knees,
For what's the good of seeking your languid beauty
Elsewhere than in your dear body and gentle heart?
I know the art of evoking happy moments.
Those vows, those perfumes, those infinite kisses,
Will they be reborn from a gulf we may not sound,
As rejuvenated suns rise in the heavens
After being bathed in the depths of deep seas?
— O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!
By: Charles Baudelaire
'The Wine of Lovers'
Oh, what a splendour fills all space!
Without bit, spur, or rein to race,
Let's gallop on the steeds of wine
To heavens magic and divine!
Now like two angels off the track,
Whom wild relentless fevers rack,
On through the morning's crystal blue
The swift mirages we'll pursue.
Now softly poised upon the wings
That a sagacious cyclone brings,
In parallel delirium twinned,
While side by side we surf the wind,
We'll never cease from such extremes,
To seek the Eden of our dreams!
by: charles baudelaire
'The Dream of a Curious Man'
To F.N.
Do you know as I do, delectable suffering?
And do you have them say of you: 'O! the strange man! '
— I was going to die. In my soul, full of love,
A peculiar illness; desire mixed with horror,
Anguish and ardent hope (no factious whim)
Were mixed: and as the sands of life ran low
My torture grew delicious yet more grim,
And of this dear old world would not let go.
I seemed a child, so keen to see the Show
He feels a deadly hatred of the Curtain...
And then I saw the hard, cold truth for certain.
I felt that dreadful dawn around me grow
With no surprise or vestige of a thrill.
The curtain rose — and I stayed waiting still.
by: Charles baudelaire
'Run Run Run Lyrics'
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you're gonna find there
You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know, thinks she could buy it
And she would run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene
She had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small-town taste
Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
by: Lou Reed
howl part
II
What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgement! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovas! Moloch whose factories dream and choke in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream angels! Crazy in Moloch! C*cks*cker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisable suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite c*cks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstacies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
by: allen ginsberg
Edgar allan poe's 'Alone'
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then-in my childhood-in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold-
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
iggy pop & the stooges 'Ann' lyrics (great song)
You took my arm and you broke my will
You made me shiver with a real thrill
You took my arm and we walked along
Down the road to a quiet song
I looked into your cool cool eyes
I felt so fine, I felt so fine
I floated in your swimming pools
I felt so weak, I felt so blue
Ann, my ann I love you ann
My ann I love you right now!
the stooges 'search & destroy' lyrics
Im a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
Im a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb
I am a worlds forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me
Look out honey, cause Im using technology
Aint got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby penerate my mind
And Im the worlds forgotten boy
The one whos searchin, searchin to destroy
And honey Im the worlds forgotten boy
The one whos searchin, searchin to destroy
Forgotten boy, forgotten boy
Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy
'breck road lover' by pete doherty
I, I know a girl
And she flies right off the handle
At the sound
Of scratching on the wall
Well It could go either way
But I don't mind at all
Cos I'll go, I'll go and I'll go to Liverpool
Uh, oh, oh
Well I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my Breck Road Lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where she gets her name
Oh my lady
My lady clear your ears now
And open up your eyes
We're all out of synch now
And we no longer harmonise
And if lust and despair
Are two bullets in the same gun
Well we've been playing Russian roulette
For far too long
So I'll go. I'll go, I'll go
Well I'll go back to Liverpool
Uh, oh, oh
Well I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my Breck Road Lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where she gets her name
Yes often as we lie on the altar of the morning
Well I call up to the sky
light my way
And I promise I'll believe
I'll go, I'll go
I know I'll go to Liverpool
Uh, oh, oh
Well I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my Breck Road Lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where she gets her name
You see I.
I know a girl.
And she flies right off the handle
Always at the sound
Of scratches on the walls
It could go either way
But I don't mind at all
Cos I'll go, No I'll go. I'll go
I know I'll go to Liverpool
Uh, oh, oh
Yes I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my Breck Road Lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where she gets her name ..
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