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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Walker » Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:27 am

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice"
- by Billy Collins

And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.

Or was it a common accident, all three caught
in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?
If not,
if each came to his or her blindness separately,

how did they ever manage to find one another?
Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse
to locate even one fellow mouse with vision
let alone two other blind ones?

And how, in their tiny darkness,
could they possibly have run after a farmer's wife
or anyone else's wife for that matter?
Not to mention why.

Just so she could cut off their tails
with a carving knife, is the cynic's answer,
but the thought of them without eyes
and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

or slip around the corner of a baseboard
has the cynic who always lounges within me
up off his couch and at the window
trying to hide the rising softness that he feels.

By now I am on to dicing an onion
which might account for the wet stinging
in my own eyes, though Freddie Hubbard's
mournful trumpet on "Blue Moon,"

which happens to be the next cut,
cannot be said to be making matters any better.
Billy Collins

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Pluto » Sun Apr 16, 2017 9:28 pm

On the verge
Of global war
Did they know
To cleanse the
Earth of people
Was alas the

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Re: Poetry here.

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The future is

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Harbal » Mon Apr 17, 2017 5:21 pm

Walker wrote:I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice"
- by Billy Collins

And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
Obviously, the mice's blindness was metaphoric: they were blind to the dangers of chasing farmers' wives.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by uwot » Mon Apr 17, 2017 6:18 pm

Harbal wrote:Obviously, the mice's blindness was metaphoric: they were blind to the dangers of chasing farmers' wives.
I'd let it go, Harbal. You will never persuade the fundamentalists that the mice were not literally blind.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Gary Childress » Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:14 am

I was out spraying weeds today
Ruthlessly killing them wherever they lay
The weeds grow by the droves
Among the rows
Of bushes and flowers we so carefully plant
I killed them for no other reason
Than because I didn’t want them there

I sort of wonder if what I did was wrong
Killing all these poor creatures doing me no real harm
Their green leaves produce vital oxygen which I breathe
But I killed them anyway
In spite of this noble deed

I suppose I also produce a little CO2 in return
For them to use
So they can grow back again
And when they do
Maybe next time
I’ll let them live

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Greta » Tue Apr 18, 2017 8:15 am

Gary Childress wrote:I was out spraying weeds today
Ruthlessly killing them wherever they lay
The weeds grow by the droves
Among the rows
Of bushes and flowers we so carefully plant
I killed them for no other reason
Than because I didn’t want them there

I sort of wonder if what I did was wrong
Killing all these poor creatures doing me no real harm
Their green leaves produce vital oxygen which I breathe
But I killed them anyway
In spite of this noble deed

I suppose I also produce a little CO2 in return
For them to use
So they can grow back again
And when they do
Maybe next time
I’ll let them live
Well said, Gary
I fully relate
I experienced similar
With daddy longlegs' fate.

A violent hominid with a vacuum cleaner
Only pragmatism kept her from being meaner
Knowing that spiders strategically placed
Are the footing on which insect control is based.

So some daddies died
And others were spared
Working hard for this ape
Until their job has been squared.
Then, like a CEO
When they're of no use
I make them redundant
If a gain is deduced.

We don't just kill to live
But for convenience too,
For if we focus too much on the stuff
That peers believe is trivial fluff
The opportunity costs
Result in rebuffs
- then life becomes pretty rough.

Those who decline to hunt
Become the hunted
If you decline to flay
Then you become the prey.

People are expected to kill without mercy
With no care nor remorse nor controversy.

So, to ruminate on the fate of a plant
Or to try not to step on an ant
Is a sure way to invite ridicule
Some will say you're a wanker and a tool

But look at things clearly
And go do the math
It's simply peer pressure
To be psychopaths.

As predators, ruthlessness is required
When hunting, empathy must be retired
For long enough to ignore the life passage
Of our poor victims, and do fatal damage.

There is only one thing that humans can do
We need to progress until the breakthrough
To make the sacrifices of others worthwhile
We'll become autotrophic - then more life can smile.

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Recursive Viscera Intercourse

Post by henry quirk » Tue Apr 18, 2017 2:46 pm

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by thedoc » Tue Apr 18, 2017 5:26 pm

Greta wrote: As predators, ruthlessness is required
When hunting, empathy must be retired
For long enough to ignore the life passage
Of our poor victims, and do fatal damage.
"The Pirates of Penzance" - Gilbert and Sullivan.
All the pirates on the ship were orphans and made that fact known.
It seemed that every ship they captured was crewed entirely by orphans.
So the pirates would relent and let them go.
At one point the pirate captain asked "Would you have us be more ruthless?"
Fredrick answered, "It might help."

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Re: Recursive Viscera Intercourse

Post by Walker » Wed Apr 19, 2017 4:53 am

henry quirk wrote:Ramstein in Schtupenburg.
Schtupenburg has deluge.
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Without the tails to trail through the moist grass

Ungawa broke the word jar for Kemosabe

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i been breakin' 'jars' since 1962

Post by henry quirk » Thu Apr 20, 2017 6:14 pm

HA!

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Re: i been breakin' 'jars' since 1962

Post by Walker » Fri Apr 21, 2017 9:29 am

Breakable jars are accepted for their value

Not valued for their fragility

Breakable jars are made of glass

Non-porous like stainless steel

Dinnerware for cumin and turmeric, peppers and cardamom

Many steel jars of which would break the bank

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Pluto » Fri Apr 21, 2017 5:52 pm

The paintings were like windows to a church
what projecting light into the space of the viewer was

the above makes no real sense other than that what you get from it - the two sentence are trying to open a space beyond the confines of our own - through nonsense can we - but it isn't full nonsense as it speaks of real things that exist and are tangible and thus verifiable to some extent. The idea in your head cannot often make itself know for the poverty and confinements of language - though poetry helps here. You yourself are an unknown and as such is very of interest when you create something outside (at least an attempt) of your conditioning and programming - to see what that might be and

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Pluto » Fri Apr 21, 2017 11:26 pm

If everyone were an artist
They'd be no artists
Everyone is an artist
So there are no people

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Pluto » Sun Apr 23, 2017 7:41 pm

The thing I made stood for the way in which society positioned a particular thing. In reflecting the truth in the way it was conceived - it undermined the legitimacy of the thing portrayed.

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