Shit.

Random Female · 10-07-2002, 02:22 PM

I got kind of distracted. I'm supposed to be editing my essay but i started reading wordsworht's poetry and man. I understand why i'm spending so much time writing about him.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

539. Mutability

FROM low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musical but melancholy chime,
Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,
Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.
Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
That in the morning whiten'd hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royally did wear
His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time.

Mayfuck · 10-07-2002, 02:24 PM

No one care

Fattening Ass · 10-07-2002, 02:31 PM

Julio's right.

Random Female · 10-07-2002, 02:51 PM

i beg to differ. there are several individuals on this board who have an interest in poetry and might appreciate this relic unearthed.

Samsa · 10-07-2002, 02:55 PM

myh mommy was an english major

it didn't get her 2,2 far

Mayfuck · 10-07-2002, 02:57 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Random Female
i beg to differ. there are several individuals on this board who have an interest in poetry and might appreciate this relic unearthed.

Nope. U r still lame.

Mayfuck · 10-07-2002, 02:58 PM

And i hate u

Random Female · 10-07-2002, 03:09 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Samsa
myh mommy was an english major

it didn't get her 2,2 far

both my parents were english majors. Both are successful, but neither of their careers involve what they were taught as a result of the choice in major. My dad's project manager at a large commercial remodeling company, and my mom was a teacher. teaching is kind of standard but it hink the point of being an english major is that it can prepare you to interpret and write well, which is transferable to almost any line of work.

that's my excuse for getting to read and write and call it schoolwork.

spa ced · 10-07-2002, 03:14 PM

I miss dissecting poetry. ;(
THat's a good one. I want to share one of my favorite ones by one of my favorite poets, David Ignatow. It's about how when you fall in love with someone you pretty much forget about the rest of the world and become "dead" to the world.

Rescue The Dead

Finally, to forgo love is to kiss a leaf,
is to let rain fall nakedly upon your head,
is to respect fire,
is to study man's eyes and his gestures
as he talks,
is to set bread upon the table
and a knife discreetly by,
is to pass through crowds
like a crowd of oneself.
Not to live is to live.

To love is to be led away
into a forest where the secret grave
is dug, singing, praising darkness
under the trees.

To live is to sign your name,
is to ignore the dead,
is to carry a wallet
and shake hands.

To love is to be a fish.
My boat wallows in the sea.
You who are free,
rescue the dead.

ravenguy2000 · 10-07-2002, 03:17 PM

Better:

I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ova
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha
See my hips and my tips don't cha
See my ass and my lips don't cha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of wata
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

Random Female · 10-07-2002, 03:35 PM

haha
but spaced, that is a good poem. i hadn't heard of the poet.. is he fairly modern? School never teaches you modern poets heh.

sawdust restaurants · 10-07-2002, 03:50 PM

I'm thinking about focusing on the British Romantics as my area of focus within my major. <3 Wordsworth.

Anyway, I may or may not wind up doubling in journalism. I'm taking all the pre-reqs, but I haven't decided yet.

Random Female · 10-07-2002, 04:08 PM

Journalism would have been good for me to look into, I think. I regret not taking a few classes in that to see whether or not i'd take a liking to it. Not that I don' love being an english major, but now that i'm almost done i feel like I still need SO MUCH more education on the subject to even call myself somewhat knowledgeable in the field. and then there's te whole "What do you do with the degree?" thing when i'm done with it. erg.

spa ced · 10-07-2002, 04:17 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Random Female
haha
but spaced, that is a good poem. i hadn't heard of the poet.. is he fairly modern? School never teaches you modern poets heh.

Yeah he lived in the 90s...he just died a few years ago...I never got to meet him

Here's two more poems by him for you.

Content

I should be content
to look at a mountain
for what it is
and not as a comment
on my life.

To an Apple

You were rotten
and I sliced you into pieces
looking for a wholesome part,
then threw you into the street.
You were eaten by a horse,
dipping his head to nibble
gently at the skin.
I heard later he became violently ill,
died and was shipped off
to be processed. I think about it
and write of the good in you.

I would recommend buying his book titled "Against the Evidence: Selected Poems 1934-1994"

sawdust restaurants · 10-07-2002, 04:51 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Random Female
Journalism would have been good for me to look into, I think. I regret not taking a few classes in that to see whether or not i'd take a liking to it. Not that I don' love being an english major, but now that i'm almost done i feel like I still need SO MUCH more education on the subject to even call myself somewhat knowledgeable in the field. and then there's te whole "What do you do with the degree?" thing when i'm done with it. erg.

Hmm. This will inspire a new thread shortly.

10-07-2002, 02:22 PM	#1
Random Female Apocalyptic Poster Location: white folks' ghetto, San Diego Posts: 2,005	Shit. I got kind of distracted. I'm supposed to be editing my essay but i started reading wordsworht's poetry and man. I understand why i'm spending so much time writing about him. William Wordsworth. 1770–1850 539. Mutability FROM low to high doth dissolution climb, And sink from high to low, along a scale Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whiten'd hill and plain And is no more; drop like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air, Or the unimaginable touch of Time.

10-07-2002, 03:17 PM	#10
ravenguy2000 NO FATS Location: NO FEMS Posts: 29,008	Better: I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it, I need a glass of wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya __________________

10-07-2002, 02:24 PM	#2
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	No one care

10-07-2002, 02:31 PM	#3
Fattening Ass Just Hook it to My Veins! Location: Planet Nintendu 64 Posts: 30,825	Julio's right.

10-07-2002, 02:51 PM	#4
Random Female Apocalyptic Poster Location: white folks' ghetto, San Diego Posts: 2,005	i beg to differ. there are several individuals on this board who have an interest in poetry and might appreciate this relic unearthed.

10-07-2002, 02:55 PM	#5
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	myh mommy was an english major it didn't get her 2,2 far

10-07-2002, 02:58 PM	#7
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	And i hate u

10-07-2002, 03:14 PM	#9
spa ced Braindead Location: Machu Picchu Posts: 15,291	I miss dissecting poetry. ;( THat's a good one. I want to share one of my favorite ones by one of my favorite poets, David Ignatow. It's about how when you fall in love with someone you pretty much forget about the rest of the world and become "dead" to the world. Rescue The Dead Finally, to forgo love is to kiss a leaf, is to let rain fall nakedly upon your head, is to respect fire, is to study man's eyes and his gestures as he talks, is to set bread upon the table and a knife discreetly by, is to pass through crowds like a crowd of oneself. Not to live is to live. To love is to be led away into a forest where the secret grave is dug, singing, praising darkness under the trees. To live is to sign your name, is to ignore the dead, is to carry a wallet and shake hands. To love is to be a fish. My boat wallows in the sea. You who are free, rescue the dead.

10-07-2002, 03:35 PM	#11
Random Female Apocalyptic Poster Location: white folks' ghetto, San Diego Posts: 2,005	haha but spaced, that is a good poem. i hadn't heard of the poet.. is he fairly modern? School never teaches you modern poets heh.

10-07-2002, 03:50 PM	#12
sawdust restaurants Fucking Creep Location: On the East Coast Posts: 5,992	I'm thinking about focusing on the British Romantics as my area of focus within my major. <3 Wordsworth. Anyway, I may or may not wind up doubling in journalism. I'm taking all the pre-reqs, but I haven't decided yet.

10-07-2002, 04:08 PM	#13
Random Female Apocalyptic Poster Location: white folks' ghetto, San Diego Posts: 2,005	Journalism would have been good for me to look into, I think. I regret not taking a few classes in that to see whether or not i'd take a liking to it. Not that I don' love being an english major, but now that i'm almost done i feel like I still need SO MUCH more education on the subject to even call myself somewhat knowledgeable in the field. and then there's te whole "What do you do with the degree?" thing when i'm done with it. erg.