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Illinoise nee Illinois - Sufjan Stevens

Where?
Think about it.
By threat, flee work.
Understand home gently.

My addition to the universe of poetry on a Sunday Morn basking in the sun.I wrote this while listening to Sufjan Stevens' brilliant creation of 2005 - Illinois.

His self-stated goal is to produce a recording about of each of the
states. This is his second.. a long journey to undertake.
That being said.. what a brilliant melange of thoughts and themes
I particularly love Chicago.


Give this a listen.. the entire journey is the way to go with this album.
Kinda like classic Velvet Underground.. no dipping in and sampling.

ol' e.e. cummings - Somewhere.....

Old e.e. has accompanied me all over the world. He strikes a chord in all manner of locale and circumstance.. poignant.. thoughtful.. happy.. sad..

I was looking at pics from my visit to China.. and thought you might like this poem!

Read this tiny jewel.. is it perfect.. or what??

e.e. cummings - somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Deconstructing Mims - A Graphical Dissertation

I always liked Mr. Mim's masterpiece for the simple pleasures it provides. But his bold assertions raise the question... what does it all mean? Can we mine his unconventional logic to discover the secret to that ephemeral quality - Hot? I think if we rigorously study his logic - both graphically and quantitavely - the answer is absolute. Watch my decent into the hell of Rap Logic. Many props to the Village Voice for exploring this element first.

Sonnets to Orpheus

I have always been fascinated by the sonnet form. I have played with this myself for over 20 years... but I can always appreciate a master.
It was funny.. I had the TV on in the background when my ears perked up.. some mindless Canadian Sci Fi show was quoting Sonnets to Orpheus one of my long ago favs.
Amazing how a vague cultural reference can segue into a renewed love.
I dug up my old copy of Rainer Maria Rilke's masterpiece and launched in.
I have been carrying it around with me while I travel for work for over a week now.
Amazing how the still in an airport lounge or the bustle of a Starbucks can suddenly seem still when you read these sonnets.

There are 55 sonnets in the sequence, divided into two sections, the first of 26 and the second of 29. The sonnets follow certain trends, but they include many different forms.

The sonnets are made up of two quatrains followed by two triplets. As well, the sonnets have some rhyme scheme, generally a/b/a/b c/d/c/d or a/b/b/a c/d/d/c in the quartets and e/e/f g/g/f, e/f/g e/f/g or e/f/g g/f/e in the triplets.

They are also all metered, but their meters change tremendously between poems; dactylic and trochaic are the most common. The line length varies greatly, sometimes even within a particular sonnet.

Feast on this small sample.. and read more GOOD poetry


SONNET 1-21
Spring has come back. And the Earth is
like a child who memorized
many poems, so many! ... For this
long hard study, she wins the prize.
Her teacher was tough. We liked the white hue
of the beard below the old man's nose.
Now, we can quiz her what the blue
and green are called: she knows, she knows!

You lucky earth, from duty freed,
play with the children. We want to hold on
to you, jolly earth. The jolliest succeed.

What teacher taught her, all those things,
and what stands written in roots and long
entangled stems: she sings, she sings!

And for extra credit... the original untranslated!
Frühling ist wiedergekommen. Die Erde
ist wie ein Kind, das Gedichte weiß;
viele, o viele ... Für die Beschwerde
langen Lernens bekommt sie den Preis.
Streng war ihr Lehrer. Wir mochten das Weiße
an dem Barte des alten Manns.
Nun, wie das Grüne, das Blaue heiße,
dürfen wir fragen: sie kanns, sie kanns!

Erde, die frei hat, du glückliche, spiele
nun mit den Kindern. Wir wollen dich fangen,
fröhliche Erde. Dem Frohsten gelingts.

O, was der Lehrer sie lehrte, das Viele,
und was gedruckt steht in Wurzeln und langen
schwierigen Stämmen: sie singts, sie singts!

How can you not love Anne Sexton Infinately more engaging than Sylvia.. more tragic..
A bright burning star.. that went Super Nova

The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton

Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
We drive to the Cape. I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky,
where the sea swings in like an iron gate and we touch.
In another country people die.
My darling, the wind falls in like stones from the whitehearted water
and when we touch we enter touch entirely.
No one's alone.
Men kill for this, or for as much.
And what of the dead?
They lie without shoes in the stone boats.
They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped.
They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.

e.e. cummings versus Ravel

You gotta love a little e.e. cummings And to dish it out with some Ravel.... Heaven on earth