Inspired By A chorus

[izeveryboyin]

Lately, I've been seeing more and more people posting with quotes from poems (I have, I know) of famous writers, or little know poetic ne'er-do-wells and it's got me to thinking... is this true for everyone? I mean, have we alll been bitten by the poetry bug... singing tainted choruses and bellowing out long jazz notes in barren summer heat? If so, what poem inspres you? What jazz note do you bellow? If not, then how do you smile? What makes you shine in the morning when the sky is pissing rain amongst your head like an angry tyrant out for unwholesome revenge? What turns you on?


--k


p.s this is what turns me on:
"Got up and dressed up
and went out & got laid
Then died and got buried
in a coffin in the grave,
Man --
Yet everything is perfect,
Because it is empty,
Because it is perfect
with emptiness,
Because it's not even happening.
Everything
Is Ignorant of its own emptiness--
Anger
Doesn't like to be reminded of fits--
You start with the Teaching
Inscrutable of the Diamond
And end with it, your goal
is your startingplace,
No race was run, no walk
of prophetic toenails
Across Arabies of hot
meaning you just--
numbly don't get there"
---J. Kerouac "Mexico City Blues" 113th Chorus

[Dave The Dov]

Here's one that I like alot from there as well!!!!


Jack Kerouac from Mexico City Blues

211th Chorus



The wheel of the quivering meat conception

Turns in the void expelling human beings,

Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits

Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan

Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,

Horrible unnameable lice of vultures

Murderous attacking dog-armies

Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle,



Vast boars and huge gigantic bull

Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,

Pones and Porcupines and Pills –

All the endless conception of living beings

Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness

Throughout the ten directions of space

Occupying all the quarters in & out,

From supermicroscopic no-bug

To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell

Illuminating the sky of one Mind –

Poor! I wish I was free

Of that slaving meat wheel

And safe in heaven dead
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[izeveryboyin]

marvelous Dave!!! I love that one! It's one of my favorite books of poetry. Although sadly, mine is missing it's 242nd chorus.

--k

[mousey1]

What turns me on?

You mean besides the sound of my own voice tinkling like icecubes in an empty tupperware tumbler?

Well, not much!!!

These lyrics from a Jann Arden song are marvelous:
"Unloved"
"There will be no consolation prize
This time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste of victory
All the stars have fallen from the sky
And everything else in between
Satellites have closed their eyes
The moon has gone to sleep"

This poem by Kenneth Patchen

"The Orange Bears"

"The Orange bears with soft friendly eyes
Who played with me when I was ten,
Christ, before I'd left home they'd had
Their paws smashed in the rolls, their backs
Seared by hot slag, their soft trusting
Bellies kicked in, their tongues ripped
Out, and I went down through the woods
To the smelly crick with Whitman
In the Haldeman-Julius edition,
And I just sat there worrying my thumbnail
Into the cover---What did he know about
Orange bears with their coats all stunk up with soft coal
And the National Guard coming over
From Wheeling to stand in front of millgates
With drawn bayonets jeering at the strikers?

I remember you would put daisies
On the windowsill at night and in
The morning they'd be so covered with soot
You couldn't tell what they were anymore.

A hell of a fat chance my orange bears had!"





Did you ever feel like an orange bear?




And of course Cohen and Dylan turn me on my ear!


I like this thread.
I'll think some more and be back. I know, I know, "Whoop dee doo" but I'll still be back!

Maybe we'll find some common ground!

[izeveryboyin]

excellent! Dylan really gets me going. If you're talking Dylan Thomas, I love his "Before I Knocked": I who was deaf to spring and summer, Who knew not sun nor moon by name, Felt thud beneath my flesh's armour, As yet was in a molten form, The leaden stars, the rainy hammer Swung by my father from his dome.

If You're talking Bob Dylan, then his book "Tarantula" especially the poem "A Punch of Pacifist" though I assume you were talking Bob, b/c he and Cohen did a thing together... the uhm... oh what was it called? Uhm.... I forget... anyway, they're often mentioned together. But yeah! come back! defintely! speak again, my dear.

--k

[mousey1]

I haven't read "Tarantula" but I must and I will. I have been buried under a pile of shit and I'm crawling my way out!

I am unaware of Cohen and Dylan doing anything together. I know they appreciate each other and have perhaps affected each other but what say you? .....tell me more!

I was referring to BD but yes, I also love DT. I love this quote by him:

"You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick... You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps....so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash, or thunder in."


You know what turns me on

Sweetly and softly

Like summer rain?

Words playing

Playing on the page

Caressing one another

Pulsing rhythmically

To their own beat

Saying nothing

Saying everything

Soundlessly

Ever the voyeure

I watch on

And sometimes

If I'm lucky, if I'm very, very lucky

I am drawn in

Swept away

By the passion of the moment

Sometimes

[izeveryboyin]

the dylans are no doubt two very talented men. Maybe I was just confusing his and Cohen's comraderie with one another. But I could've sworn they collaborated. Hm. Guess not.

--k

[mousey1]

Izy....confusion breeds confusion.

anyways, it takes a confused mind to know a confused mind. How do you do....that's english for how's it hanging there sister!

anyways.....


I stole this quote from somewhere....don't ask where...I don't remember, but I liked it, it rings of truth as far as the great, the really great poets and writers go!

"Poets and writers tell us how we feel by telling us how they feel.
They find ways to express the inexpressible.
Sometimes they tell the truth and sometimes they lie to us to keep our hearts from breaking."

I think it's apropos to this little thread of yours.

[hester_prynne]

Here's some of what sustains me....

....."What then, do we owe to others?
And they were told that we owe them nothing.
Except to grow and mature ourselves....to find the real self within us all.
You cannot help anyone.
But you can be the friend they always hoped existed.
BE something for them.
Out of their confusion, others may try to dictate our duties
to us.
Drop such burdens.
We cannot love those we feel it our duty to love.
Face the reality of the person's make up.
We owe him nothing if his personality repels our love or
kindness.
We all must earn the right to be loved.
And do not expect love if you are incapable of giving it........

And what of the hereafter? What is beyond this life?
The old ones would soon long for sleep and they whispered:
We go back whence we came.
All is spirit in the end.
We take nothing with us.
The body falls back into the earth and the spirit rich or poor
lives on.
We all live forever.....somewhere........."

These are excerpts from a book I live by, called "Ano Ano the Seed" by Kristin Zambucka.
This book keeps me going, makes me "smile", wide eyed with wonder, everyday.....

Cool thread you started here Iz.
H

[izeveryboyin]

nice hest. Very nice.

--k