This Is Just To Say
 

This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams


I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold



Sorry so to be so bourgie. Post something you wish you had a good place to post, or a good poem or picture.

As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung.

I rhink Richard Serra is my favorite sculptor, but that is a lot to say.

My Curves Are Not Mad, 1987

im sorry, but there's nothing there

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We read this in high school and everyone thought it was stupid except me.

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
New sensations barely interest me for another day
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand
On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again
I'm watching you, I'm watching her - I take no pity from your friends
Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now?
Until the spirit, new sensation takes hold - then you know --
I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling, feeling, feeling --

hmm, i'm not sure what you mean but maybe their weight will iumpress you.

"My Curves Are Not Mad is an overwhelming physical presence: each plate is forty-four feet long, fourteen feet tall, and weighs over fifty thousand pounds. Its curves seem to lean precariously and carve out unexpected shifts in volume and depth, making the experience of walking between the plates a bit unsettling. The warm, reddish-brown tone and soft texture of the weathered Cor-Ten steel make the work as visually stunning as it is physically imposing. At such a large scale, the sculpture defines space and transforms its surroundings."

ian curtis suffered from epeleptical seizures on stage, this song is about that, it's one of the coolest live moments i heard when he sings this, a couple of months before the suicide :

Asylums with doors open wide
Where people could pay to see inside
For entertainment they watch his body twist
Behind his eyes he says: I still exist
This is the way - step inside --

In arenas he kills for a prize
Wins a minute to add to his life
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more
Pray to God, make it quick - watch him fall
This is the way - step inside --

This is the way --
This is the way - step inside --

you can tell by looking at them that they obey the rule of having a base under the center of mass, and ive heard the phrase "defines space" before

but ive never really been one for sculpture

for me joy division was about the sound not the lyrics

lol i thought it was
"ive been waiting for a guy to come and take me by the hand
these sensations make me feel the pleasures of another man"

which was kind of gayish.

NP- DISORDER

i like everything about joy division, except ian curtis voice, it sounds horrible on some occassions. but very emotive on others of course.

lol his voice is the best part for me.

his monotony expresses more to me than most singers' melody

IVE GOT THE SPIRIT
BUT LOSE THE FEELING
IVE GOT THE SPIRIT
BUT LOSE THE FEELING
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"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more." ~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

the poor bastard apparently hung himself standing on his knees (!) in his wifes kitchen. when she found him a string of saliva was haning from the corner of ians mouth

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and btw its nice to see another person who shares my love for this poem.
it took my breath away when i first read it somewhere.

oh man, if you like disorder and especially the IVE GOT THE SPIRIT BUT LOSE THE FEELING part, try to get a hold of a live version of it. you will be blown away, and the FEELING FEELING FEELING part is ten times as cool i promise,

yea i saw that movie 24 hour party people and it touched on it. he was cheating on her and she found out and filed for a divorce

apparently she had known for quite a long time, but ian kept promising that he would brake up with the groupie (which he didn't of course). FEEEELING FEEEEELING FEEEEEELING

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:) I remember memorising and reciting this poem in sixth grade. The student teacher did not like it because we were awarded for the number of lines we could memorise.

I am frighteningly impressed by the new Kenny Chesney song. Also, things that weren't funny at the time are often funny two years later.

Like hitting a mailbox head on.

:rofl:

And a poem.

POSTSCRIPT by Seamus Heany

Postscript

And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you'll park and capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

he also watched stroszek before he killed himself.

alexthestampede: I love joy division as well!!!!

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Way to stick it to the man.

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I like the plum one. It's the red wheelbarrow one that makes me want to strangle the son of a bitch.

i always was fond of this little poem:

Self Portrait with Newspaper and Cup of Coffee

What distracts me this time is the clatter
of silverware and the cough of a waitress
who wiped down the counter with what looked
like angel feathers. I have opened well over a dozen
packs of sugar in this life, I use what I can
to get by. A woman with long hair blows steam
off soup, sorting the chill in her bones from all
other feelings with a sweater. Her hands would have
no choice but to come together in the shape
of a cup if it wasn't for the blue-rimmed bowl.
I wish she could read my mind, kiss me
one last time, this will be a lovely day.

- frank matagrano

"Suck it Trebek. Suck it long and suck it hard." - Sean Connery