poem of the moment

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 01:52 AM

Giving Myself Up

I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through rain.
I give up my hands which are ten wishes.
I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway.
I give up my legs which are lovers only at night.
I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood.
I give up my penis which whispers encouragement to my thighs.
I give up my clothes which are walls that blow in the wind
and I give up the ghost that lives in them.
I give up. I give up.
And you will have none of it because already I am beginning
again without anything.

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 01:53 AM

why do i just si

nevermind

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 01:56 AM

Answers

Why did you travel?
Because the house was cold.
Why did you travel?
Because it is what I have always done between sunset and sunrise.
What did you wear?
I wore a blue shirt, a white shirt, yellow tie, and yellow socks.
What did you wear?
I wore nothing. A scarf of pain kept me warm.
Who did you sleep with?
I slept with a different woman each night.
Who did you sleep with?
I slept alone. I have always slept alone.
Why did you lie to me?
I always thought I told the truth.
Why did you lie to me?
Because the truth lies like nothing else and I love the truth.
Why are you going?
Because nothing means much to me anymore.
Why are you going?
I don't know. I have never known.
How long shall I wait for you?
Do not wait for me. I am tired and I want to lie down.
Are you tired and do you want to lie down?
Yes, I am tired and I want to lie down.

Mark Strand

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 01:59 AM

i've been exhausted since 2 pm yet here i am on netphoria at 1 30 am for no reason except i'm too sad to go to sleep or something. oh and thanks for never passing up any opportunity to insult me. even when it's completely unnecessary, completely redundant, and completely uncalled for. i didn't make any fucking post about julio. i just replied. the post wasn't even about me. it was about julio. yet there you go . whatever. it just shows how fucking pathetic you are that you care so much about being mean to me. that you put so much time into making fun of something you couldn't possibly understand. and even though people say that little parody was so fucking 'on-target' i, who know myself better than anyone, can assure you it was nothing but off-target. it was completely wrong about everything. about why julio. about. just about everything. so nevermind. i'll just have more black circles under my eyes because my heart was broken yesterday and all you can do is laugh at how annoying and long-winded i am. whatever.

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 02:01 AM

Keeping Things Whole

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 02:02 AM

Lines For Winter

Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.

Irrelevant · 10-23-2002, 02:03 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Samsa
my heart was broken yesterday

it was?

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 02:04 AM

my heart gets broken like twice a week. it's nto a big deal.

Irrelevant · 10-23-2002, 02:06 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Samsa
my heart gets broken like twice a week. it's nto a big deal.

i feeeel my heart break, every day!

*harmonica*

Samsa · 10-23-2002, 02:10 AM

i first heard it cuz my sister wanted the buckley version and i d/led the dylan version out of curiosity. i guess the buckley version is better (better voice, more emotional) but the dylan version is more dylan and y ou can't beat dylan

Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
and coverin' the crossroads I’m standing at
or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
but mama you been on my mind
I do not mean you trouble, don’t put me down, don’t get upset
I am not pleadin’ or sayin’ I can’t forget you
I do not pace the floor, bowed down and bent, but yet
mama you been on my mind

Even tho’ my eyes are hazy
and my thoughts they might be narrow
where you been don’t bother me, or bring me down with sorrow
I don’t even mind where you be wakin’ up tomorrow
but mama you been on my mind

I’m not asking you to say words like yes or no
Please understand me, I’ve no place I’m calling you to go
I’m just whisperin’ to myself so I can pretend that I don’t know
Mama you been on my mind

When you wake up in the mornin’ baby, look inside your mirror
you know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
as someone who has had you on his mind
As someone who has had you on his mind
Mama you been on my mind

Lie · 10-23-2002, 02:11 AM

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Squashing Pineapples · 10-23-2002, 02:11 AM

http://www.spocom.com/users/ballardcreek/Yawn.jpg

Lie · 10-23-2002, 02:18 AM

It still goes on.
I go into the living room and you are there.
You drift in a pool
of silver air

where wounds and dreams of wounds
rise from the deep
humus of sleep
to bloom like flowers against the glass.

I look at you
and see myself
under the surface.
A dark and private weather

settles down on everything.
It is colder
and the dreams wither away.
You stand

like a shade
in the painless glass,
frail, distant, older
than ever.

It will always be this way.
I stand here scared
that you will disappear,
scared that you will stay.

Mayfuck · 10-23-2002, 05:43 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Irrelevant

i feeeel my heart break, every day!

*harmonica*

One of the best pre-Gish tracks. *nods*

Elvis The Fat Years · 10-23-2002, 05:56 PM

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time: it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time: I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment and I couldn't find it so I called up the place where the party was. They hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet (because for some reason I leave it there sometimes) but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called some other people from the party but they were no help either.

I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.

After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed. So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's place where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on.

I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but, I don't know. Even though it's sometimes a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.

10-23-2002, 01:52 AM	#1
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	poem of the moment Giving Myself Up I give up my eyes which are glass eggs. I give up my tongue. I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue. I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice. I give up my heart which is a burning apple. I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon. I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through rain. I give up my hands which are ten wishes. I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway. I give up my legs which are lovers only at night. I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood. I give up my penis which whispers encouragement to my thighs. I give up my clothes which are walls that blow in the wind and I give up the ghost that lives in them. I give up. I give up. And you will have none of it because already I am beginning again without anything.

10-23-2002, 02:10 AM	#10
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	i can't decide if the dylan or buckley version is better i first heard it cuz my sister wanted the buckley version and i d/led the dylan version out of curiosity. i guess the buckley version is better (better voice, more emotional) but the dylan version is more dylan and y ou can't beat dylan Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat and coverin' the crossroads I’m standing at or maybe it’s the weather or something like that but mama you been on my mind I do not mean you trouble, don’t put me down, don’t get upset I am not pleadin’ or sayin’ I can’t forget you I do not pace the floor, bowed down and bent, but yet mama you been on my mind Even tho’ my eyes are hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow where you been don’t bother me, or bring me down with sorrow I don’t even mind where you be wakin’ up tomorrow but mama you been on my mind I’m not asking you to say words like yes or no Please understand me, I’ve no place I’m calling you to go I’m just whisperin’ to myself so I can pretend that I don’t know Mama you been on my mind When you wake up in the mornin’ baby, look inside your mirror you know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear as someone who has had you on his mind As someone who has had you on his mind Mama you been on my mind

10-23-2002, 01:53 AM	#2
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	why do i just si nevermind

10-23-2002, 01:56 AM	#3
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	Answers Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always done between sunset and sunrise. What did you wear? I wore a blue shirt, a white shirt, yellow tie, and yellow socks. What did you wear? I wore nothing. A scarf of pain kept me warm. Who did you sleep with? I slept with a different woman each night. Who did you sleep with? I slept alone. I have always slept alone. Why did you lie to me? I always thought I told the truth. Why did you lie to me? Because the truth lies like nothing else and I love the truth. Why are you going? Because nothing means much to me anymore. Why are you going? I don't know. I have never known. How long shall I wait for you? Do not wait for me. I am tired and I want to lie down. Are you tired and do you want to lie down? Yes, I am tired and I want to lie down. Mark Strand

10-23-2002, 01:59 AM	#4
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	i've been exhausted since 2 pm yet here i am on netphoria at 1 30 am for no reason except i'm too sad to go to sleep or something. oh and thanks for never passing up any opportunity to insult me. even when it's completely unnecessary, completely redundant, and completely uncalled for. i didn't make any fucking post about julio. i just replied. the post wasn't even about me. it was about julio. yet there you go . whatever. it just shows how fucking pathetic you are that you care so much about being mean to me. that you put so much time into making fun of something you couldn't possibly understand. and even though people say that little parody was so fucking 'on-target' i, who know myself better than anyone, can assure you it was nothing but off-target. it was completely wrong about everything. about why julio. about. just about everything. so nevermind. i'll just have more black circles under my eyes because my heart was broken yesterday and all you can do is laugh at how annoying and long-winded i am. whatever.

10-23-2002, 02:01 AM	#5
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	Keeping Things Whole In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

10-23-2002, 02:02 AM	#6
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	Lines For Winter Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself -- inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going. And you will be able for once to lie down under the small fire of winter stars. And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are.

10-23-2002, 02:04 AM	#8
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	my heart gets broken like twice a week. it's nto a big deal.

10-23-2002, 02:11 AM	#11
Lie Socialphobic Location: Goin' out West where they'll appreciate me Posts: 10,001	Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams. I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

10-23-2002, 02:11 AM	#12
Squashing Pineapples Banned Location: I'm outta here! Posts: 2,774	http://www.spocom.com/users/ballardcreek/Yawn.jpg

10-23-2002, 02:18 AM	#13
Lie Socialphobic Location: Goin' out West where they'll appreciate me Posts: 10,001	It still goes on. I go into the living room and you are there. You drift in a pool of silver air where wounds and dreams of wounds rise from the deep humus of sleep to bloom like flowers against the glass. I look at you and see myself under the surface. A dark and private weather settles down on everything. It is colder and the dreams wither away. You stand like a shade in the painless glass, frail, distant, older than ever. It will always be this way. I stand here scared that you will disappear, scared that you will stay.

10-23-2002, 05:56 PM	#15
Elvis The Fat Years 007 373 5963 Posts: 31,408	I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time: it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time: I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment and I couldn't find it so I called up the place where the party was. They hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet (because for some reason I leave it there sometimes) but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called some other people from the party but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed. So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's place where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but, I don't know. Even though it's sometimes a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.