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  • ^ :D very nice!. Just went through the whole thread wondering when/if I was gonna stumble across Howl.

    Howl pt.2
    What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open
    their skulls and ate up their brains and imagi-
    Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob
    tainable dollars! Children screaming under the
    stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men
    weeping in the parks!
    Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the
    loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy
    judger of men!
    Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the
    crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
    sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!
    Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stun-
    ned governments!
    Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose
    blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers
    are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a canni-
    bal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking
    Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!
    Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long
    streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose fac-
    tories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose
    smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
    Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch
    whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch
    whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
    whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!
    Moloch whose name is the Mind!
    Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream
    Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in
    Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
    Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom
    I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch
    who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
    Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
    Light streaming out of the sky!
    Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!
    skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
    industries! spectral nations! invincible mad
    houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
    They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-
    ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to
    Heaven which exists and is everywhere about
    Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!
    gone down the American river!
    Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole
    boatload of sensitive bullshit!
    Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!
    gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De-
    spairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides!
    Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on
    the rocks of Time!
    Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the
    wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
    They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!
    carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the

    Allen Ginsberg

  • messo said:

    Sway, coast, levitate
    Exempt from gravity I rise above
    Backstroking thru condensed droplets
    Eluding my errant callousness

    Stray, float, elevate
    Relieved from ground I climb beyond
    Breaststroking with celestial bodies
    Exuding my unkempt anomie

    Here I be! Impervious! Effervescent!
    In darkened void, in unparalleled joy
    In peerless beauty I sovereign hover
    No conscience, nothing but elation…

    Now, wake up!

    - Yours truly

    Like it! It brings to mind lucid dreaming.

  • Poison death's medicine
    Else one is to perish
    Begotten by those who cherish
    To end the wretched sin

    Fear not the writhing strife
    Hear not agonizing sound
    Wheel ones wizened fate around
    Feel the fading echo of a life

    The wage of age is time's rage
    Life is but death's ticking gauge

    -Keith Cancel

    ^。^ Always Whistling A Tune!
  • Howl is such an incredible poem - have you heard the mp3's of Ginsberg reciting it? Totally compelling, trance-like. There's also a really great exhibition of his Beat-gen photographs on at the moment in London, highly recommended!

    • [Raderad användare] sa...
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    • 24 feb 2011, 15:25
    I have yes.

    London, that far away, polluted land...

    I'll maybe find out somewhere to see them online =]


    there's a few...the ones of Burroughs are incredible imo, hanging out with Kerouac and Timothy Leary, can't complain!

  • booshpower said:
    Had enough of poetry thanks to this bitch carol ann duffy during my time at school

    That's a woman!?


    Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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    • 24 feb 2011, 16:44
    ^ Love Poe :D

    Epitaph On The World

    Here lies the body of this world,
    Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
    This golden youth long since was past,
    Its silver manhood went as fast,
    An iron age drew on at last;
    'Tis vain its character to tell,
    The several fates which it befell,
    What year it died, when 'twill arise,
    We only know that here it lies.

    Henry David Thoreau

    To live in the hearts we leave behind
    Is not to die

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    • 12 mar 2011, 19:38
    Death Wish

    Bury me anywhere,
    Somwhere near a tree
    Some place where a horse will graze
    and gallop over me.
    Bury me
    Somewhere near a stream,
    When she floods her banks
    I'll give her thanks
    For reaching out to me
    In my childhood scene;
    But please -
    don't bury me
    In Golders Green.

    - Spike Milligan, Italy, 1944

  • Livets Hastighed / Speed Of Live

    Knuser uret
    med mine tanker
    ― jeg lever kun
    med livets hastighed

    Skifter hurtigt
    til ny forklædning
    ― jeg behøver forandringer
    med livets hastighed

    Danner kontrast
    behøver ingen camouflage
    ― død og træt af
    ikke at være mig selv

    Skifter farve
    anarkistisk kamæleon
    ― kaster masken
    ændrer leveform

    Mit sind
    gror ud af mit hoved
    ― skiftede sind
    efter at have været død

    English translation:

    Breaks the clock
    With my thoughts
    - I live only
    With the speed of life

    Quickly changes
    Into new disguise
    - I need changes
    With the speed of life

    Needs no camouflage
    -Dead and tired of
    Not to be myself

    Changes color
    Anarchistic Chameleon
    - Drops the mask
    Changes the way of living

    My mind
    Grows out of my head
    - Changed mind
    After having been dead

    - Michael Strunge, 1978

  • Requiescat

    words: Oscar Wilde

    Tread lightly, she is near
    Under the snow,
    Speak gently, she can hear
    The daisies grow.

    All her bright golden hair
    Tarnished with rust,
    She that was young and fair
    Fallen to dust.

    Lily-like, white as snow,
    She hardly knew
    She was a woman, so
    Sweetly she grew.

    Coffin-board, heavy stone,
    Lie on her breast,
    I vex my heart alone,
    She is at rest.

    Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
    Lyre or sonnet,
    All my life's buried here,
    Heap earth upon it.

    When the band came out they stood behind you.
    Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
    You stood alone in the halo's haze.
    Shinny guitar hung on gold lamay.
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    • 17 mar 2011, 18:29
    "'Tis there's the stone that whoever kisses

    He never misses to grow eloquent;

    'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber,

    Or become a member of Parliament.

    "A noble spouter he'll sure turn out, or

    An out and outer to be let alone;

    Don't try to hinder him, or to bewilder him,

    For he is a pilgrim from the Blarney stone."

    - Francis Sylvester Mahony

  • 1, 2 , 3, 4

    1, she smiles carelessly
    2, shes such a mess
    3, is what I love in her
    but what I wont confess
    4, she wishes every night
    just for something more
    5, she has so much pain
    shes hurt and broke and sore
    6, the way she pulls me close
    the way I breathe it in
    7, how she makes me feel
    oh gawd, where to begin?
    8, her eyes have love and hurt
    9, shes sweet to me
    10, shes just so fragile,
    and trying not to be
    hiding from her life
    shes such a broken girl
    who doesnt know how much she means
    shes the center of my world
    flaws and imperfections
    that anyone can see
    but none of that matters
    because your perfect just to me

    I know that song makes you think of him,
    It kills me to know you might still go back..
    Just take my hand
    May I have this last dance? -The Perfect Measure
  • Misfit Accounts

    To all the members
    Of the misfit acoounts
    The ones who hide fear
    And cry to themselves
    The burnt and the cut
    The sick and the lost
    Dont give up now
    Fight for the cause
    Fight for the hope
    That your more than this
    Fight for your love
    The things that you miss
    Cover yourself
    And scream for it all
    Never back down
    Dont let yourself fall
    We are the misfits
    With pain in our hands
    Ready to fight;
    To make our own stand
    We will not break
    We will not fall
    We're standing our ground
    To fight for us all
    Broken or battered
    Bruised or unclean
    Stand up together
    And let us all scream

    I know that song makes you think of him,
    It kills me to know you might still go back..
    Just take my hand
    May I have this last dance? -The Perfect Measure
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    • 18 mar 2011, 03:01

    *Tears Flowing*

    My mother died of cancer. She had been told of the
    cancer about 7 months before her death.

    During that time we called in hospice and I read
    every book or pamphlet that I was given to
    prepare myself for what lay ahead.

    I believed if one tried hard enough any
    death could be peaceful. Hospice could
    control pain and our job as a family was
    to meet her needs. But I wasn't prepared.

    There was so much that no one ever told
    me. And because there were components
    of her death that were not peaceful

    I was left feeling as if I could have done better.

  • Tainted

    Tainted with the paint
    O fear and shame
    She was such a good girl
    Oh what a shame
    A wreck on the inside
    A mess withholding name
    She was gone way before
    I could remember her name
    Going insane
    The words bring her down
    But theres nothing left
    Shes way too deep down
    Everyone hears her screams
    The hollow scared sound
    Everyone turns
    Though blind to the sound
    Shattered skin
    And a broken mind
    Mixed up words
    Only lossing her mnd
    Someone sgould save her
    A heart thats so kind
    But no one has tried
    Not one of that kind
    So buried shes falling
    With eyes shot red
    Bloodied and burned
    Her couloring red
    She cant hear the words
    That the kind one said
    "Corrupted with sin"
    Is all she knows said
    Never released
    Stuck in hell
    So deep and dark
    Her own distant hell
    No more words
    She silently fell
    Pained and depraved
    Only tainted she fell

    Yeah its got a weird pattern. Sowwy..

    I know that song makes you think of him,
    It kills me to know you might still go back..
    Just take my hand
    May I have this last dance? -The Perfect Measure
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    • 18 mar 2011, 03:03
    wow ur poem suckz

  • Falling For Friday

    The beauty emits
    Like a glow inside
    A vibrant rainbow
    So often implied
    Her eyes are falling
    Yet allure remains
    It courses so freely
    Enthralling my veins
    Her severed heart
    Enticing my mind
    Her smile so brillant
    A love undefined
    Im falling for Friday
    The day I became
    Bound to her
    The girl with no name
    The tragicaly brillant
    Beautiful girl
    The one who remains
    Consuming my world
    Im falling for her
    Though I'll never admit
    Shes what I'll fight for
    And I'll never forget
    Her laugh
    Her smile
    Everything about her
    That makes her worth while
    And Friday, my dear
    Your worth it to me
    Im falling for you
    So just wait and see

    I know that song makes you think of him,
    It kills me to know you might still go back..
    Just take my hand
    May I have this last dance? -The Perfect Measure
  • well rawr to you to.

    I know that song makes you think of him,
    It kills me to know you might still go back..
    Just take my hand
    May I have this last dance? -The Perfect Measure
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    • 18 mar 2011, 23:38

    • rborlax sa...
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    • 18 mar 2011, 23:41

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    • 19 mar 2011, 00:24
    rborlax said:

    are you excited?

    • messo sa...
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    • 19 mar 2011, 16:08
    High Flight

    Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
    Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
    of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
    I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air....

    Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
    I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
    Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
    And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
    The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
    - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

    - John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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    • 22 mar 2011, 11:58
    Augusto Monterroso was credited for writing the worlds shortest fully published story. Entitled The Dinosaur, it reads in its entirety...

    "When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there."

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    • 22 mar 2011, 12:00
    Augusto Monterroso's Zorro Wises Up (theres a PDF download icon to the right of the page)

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