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September 20th, 2005
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Poetry
Folks have been posting some of their favorite poetry recently. A poem that was a favorite of a friend of mine, way back in college, hit my mind, so I looked it up. I started reading some of the poet's other work, and, by god if he doesn't sound like an LJ poet - and this was 25 years ago! O.O Tell me what you think.

The poet's name is Richard Brautigan. Here's the poem that stuck in my mind:

DIVE-BOMBING THE LOWER EMOTIONS

I was dive-bombing the lower
emotions on a typical yesterday
…after
I had sworn never to do it again.
I guess never's too long a time to stay
out of the cockpit
with the wind screaming down the wings
and the target almost praying itself into your
sights.

and a few more, from here: http://www.divinentd.com/brautigan/loadingmercurytext.html


THE ACT OF:
DEATH-DEFYING AFFECTION

The act of: death-defying affection
insures the constancy of the stars
and their place at the beginning of
everything.


CROW MAIDEN

[cut to only the part I like]

And you will go where crows go
and you will know what the crows know.

After you have learned all their secrets
and think the way they do and your love
caresses their feathers like the walls
of a midnight clock, they will fly away
and take you with them.

And you will go where crows go
and you will know what the crows know.


INFORMATION

Any thought that I have right now
isn't worth a shit because I'm totally
fucked up.


WE MEET. WE TRY. NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT

We meet. We try. Nothing happens, but
afterwards we are always embarrassed
when we see each other. We look away.


FUCK ME LIKE FRIED POTATOES

Fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.


THE CURVE OF FORGOTTEN THINGS

Things slowly curve out of sight
Until they are gone. Afterwards
Only the curve
Remains.


THE SHADOW OF
SEVEN YEARS' BAD LUCK

A face concocted from leftovers of other faces
needs a mirror put together from pieces of
broken mirrors.

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From:knitting_hobbit
Date:September 21st, 2005 04:28 am (UTC)
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Wow, you're right. But I did like the dive-bombing one. I really felt like I was in one of those planes, somehow.
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From:rosamundeb
Date:September 21st, 2005 04:32 am (UTC)
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Well, I was actually kind of complimenting him by saying that - I think. *G* I meant that he sounded fresh and new. In other words, reading his stuff probably made me blush 25 years ago - *L*!
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From:knitting_hobbit
Date:September 21st, 2005 04:44 am (UTC)
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Heh heh, I know that feeling. :) Oh, and I didn't mean to imply that LJ poets aren't good... :-/ You know what I mean.
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From:rosamundeb
Date:September 21st, 2005 04:46 am (UTC)
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I think so - *G*.
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From:knitting_hobbit
Date:September 21st, 2005 04:49 am (UTC)
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I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't - I'm kind of incoherent at the moment. Anyway, I mean well. :P
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From:lavendertook
Date:September 21st, 2005 06:48 pm (UTC)
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Oooo, I like them all!(-:
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From:rosamundeb
Date:September 21st, 2005 08:00 pm (UTC)
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Cool! *S*
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From:aeb
Date:September 21st, 2005 10:34 pm (UTC)
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{thoughtful look} I thought of the beatnik poets, myself. They seemed particularly strong on blank verse that plays with ideas, not words. {Smile}

Anne Elizabeth Baldwin
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