-
April 11th, 2002, 03:33 PM
#1
favorite poet
I was just wandering who all your favorite poets are-I like Whitman best I think because I like romanticism, of course I also like Dickinson very much, too.......
“People don’t talk about anything.” [Clarisse]
“Oh, they must!” [Guy]
“No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else. And most of the time in the cafes they have the joke-boxes on and the same jokes most of the time, or the musical wall lit and all the colored patterns running up and down, but it’s only color and all abstract. And at the museums, have you ever been? All abstract. That\'s all there is now...\"
-A conversation with Clarrise McClellan and Guy Montag from Fahrenheit 451
-
April 11th, 2002, 05:11 PM
#2
Lord Byron (George Gordon)
As far as the classics go I'd have to say Lord Byron.
So we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Mankind have a great aversion to intellectual labor; but even supposing knowledge to be easily attainable, more people would be content to be ignorant than would take even a little trouble to acquire it.
- Samuel Johnson
-
April 11th, 2002, 06:31 PM
#3
I could NEVER name a favorite poet. Its like trying to name a favorite band.
I wrote this in the 10th grade- 5 years ago.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A blood stained skull and a rotting corpse,
A walking skeleton mounts his horse.
With hands of fire, and eyes of hate,
He came to kill, and change our fate.
Killed the widows in their sleep.
Took their lives, souls to keep.
Took the men in hordes to die.
Hell's gate open to eternally fry.
Murdered children in their time of play.
Never again to see the light of day.
If you read this and your still filled with glee....
you better turn around because this murderer is me!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It is better to be HATED for who you are, than LOVED for who you are NOT.
THC/IP Version 4.2
-
April 11th, 2002, 11:01 PM
#4
Personally I like Yeats, Seamus Heaney, Dickenson (even though much of her work is a bit on the morbid side) and some Shakespere (the sonnets).
My favourite poem has got to be "An Irish Airman Forsees His Death" by Yeats.
(Click here if you don't know it.)
P.s. Dr Toker I can always name my favourite band whenever asked (even though if asked five minutes later I could probably give a different answer ) and right now I would say it's the Counting Crows (which as it happens I'm listening to at the moment).
If you don\'t learn the rules nobody can accuse of cheating.
-
April 11th, 2002, 11:25 PM
#5
I like Edger Alan Poe for some reason.. although his poems sometimes hint depression, I enjoy reading many of them.. my favorite one is "Dream Within A Dream". You should read it sometime, it really fits life in many ways.
-{[ Joe ]}- (Joe@nitesecurity.com)
http://www.nitesecurity.com
[shadow]I\'m Just A Soldier In This War Against Ignorance.[/shadow]
-
April 12th, 2002, 12:12 AM
#6
Member
I'd have to agree with you silentstalker. Poe is the man. Very dark and depressed, that would probably be all the cocaine and morphine he did.
He was a true artist. He lived his pain.
America - Land of the free, home of the brave.
-
April 12th, 2002, 02:13 PM
#7
Opium dude.....he was known most for 'Chasing The Dragon'. That was what they called getting high on opium back in the dizay.
It is better to be HATED for who you are, than LOVED for who you are NOT.
THC/IP Version 4.2
-
April 12th, 2002, 04:10 PM
#8
"These Words I Write Keep Me from Total Madness"
Charles Bukowski is what I prefer to read, not quote or read aloud for my girlfriend though :).
"question and answer"
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.
putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.
who the hell is going to save
me? he
thought.
as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to
save yourself.
still smiling,
a: he lit a
cigarette
b: he poured
another
drink
c: gave the blade
another
spin.
Source: Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
-
April 15th, 2002, 04:50 PM
#9
Yes, I would also have to agree with silentstalker, Poe is wanderful. I love how he kind of turns the Raven into a whole short story. I also have been reading quite a bit of Robert Frost lately too......
“People don’t talk about anything.” [Clarisse]
“Oh, they must!” [Guy]
“No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else. And most of the time in the cafes they have the joke-boxes on and the same jokes most of the time, or the musical wall lit and all the colored patterns running up and down, but it’s only color and all abstract. And at the museums, have you ever been? All abstract. That\'s all there is now...\"
-A conversation with Clarrise McClellan and Guy Montag from Fahrenheit 451
-
April 15th, 2002, 04:57 PM
#10
Yes, I would also have to agree with silentstalker, Poe is wanderful. I love how he kind of turns the Raven into a whole short story. I also have been reading quite a bit of Robert Frost lately too......
“People don’t talk about anything.” [Clarisse]
“Oh, they must!” [Guy]
“No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else. And most of the time in the cafes they have the joke-boxes on and the same jokes most of the time, or the musical wall lit and all the colored patterns running up and down, but it’s only color and all abstract. And at the museums, have you ever been? All abstract. That\'s all there is now...\"
-A conversation with Clarrise McClellan and Guy Montag from Fahrenheit 451
Posting Permissions
- You may not post new threads
- You may not post replies
- You may not post attachments
- You may not edit your posts
-
Forum Rules
|
|