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Monday, May 21, 2012
Little
rose,
roselet
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I’ll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you loosened yourself like sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.
rose,
roselet
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I’ll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you loosened yourself like sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.
This week we are not holding the poetry club that meets on Tuesdays in Albany from 3-4. Instead, there's a wonderful event going on at 3:30 in South Santiam Hall's art gallery, and it's a collaboration show of words and visual arts. Here is the link for the page for more info! http://linnbentoncommunitycollege.blogspot.com/2012/05/ssh-gallery-exhibit-nine-by-nine.html
If you can, try to make it to the poetry club being held on Thursday's from 5:30-6:30 at the Benton center in Corvallis! Its held in the conference room downstairs, and it is definitely happening this week.
I hope to see you at the event Tomarrow in ssh, or at poetry club on Thursday!
If you can, try to make it to the poetry club being held on Thursday's from 5:30-6:30 at the Benton center in Corvallis! Its held in the conference room downstairs, and it is definitely happening this week.
I hope to see you at the event Tomarrow in ssh, or at poetry club on Thursday!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness
you
wonder where
the real ones are
what
giant cave
hides them
as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades
as
the fools are
fooled
again
you
wonder where
the real ones are
if there are
real ones.
this self-congratulatory nonsense
has lasted
decades
and
with some exceptions
centuries.
this
is so dreary
is so absolutely pitiless
it
churns the gut to
powder
shackles hope
it
makes little things
like
pulling up a shade
or
putting on your shoes
or
walking out on the street
more difficult
near
damnable
as
the famous gather to
applaud their
seeming
greatness
as
the fools are
fooled
again
humanity
you sick
motherfucker.
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness
you
wonder where
the real ones are
what
giant cave
hides them
as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades
as
the fools are
fooled
again
you
wonder where
the real ones are
if there are
real ones.
this self-congratulatory nonsense
has lasted
decades
and
with some exceptions
centuries.
this
is so dreary
is so absolutely pitiless
it
churns the gut to
powder
shackles hope
it
makes little things
like
pulling up a shade
or
putting on your shoes
or
walking out on the street
more difficult
near
damnable
as
the famous gather to
applaud their
seeming
greatness
as
the fools are
fooled
again
humanity
you sick
motherfucker.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
In case you are unaware, there is now a poetry club at the Benton center!
They meet every Thursday from 5:30-6:30 in the conference room, which is located downstairs next to the entrance at the Benton center!
Now, if you can't make it on Tuesday at the Albany campus, maybe you can make it Thursday at the Corvallis campus!
Hope to see you enjoying some poetry in one, or both poetry clubs soon!
They meet every Thursday from 5:30-6:30 in the conference room, which is located downstairs next to the entrance at the Benton center!
Now, if you can't make it on Tuesday at the Albany campus, maybe you can make it Thursday at the Corvallis campus!
Hope to see you enjoying some poetry in one, or both poetry clubs soon!
Monday, May 7, 2012
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty, how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
- e.e.cummings
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty, how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
- e.e.cummings
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