- Szukaj

life slaps you
with brute force
to award you
in due course

糞

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cannot
scar me
more
inside
bruises
won't heal
fuck

and go

if you can't -who can?

[ Dodano: 2012-10-13, 20:38 ]
ehhhh- to się pozmieniało...

[ Dodano: 2012-10-14, 01:01 ]
czy mogę prosić administratora/moderatora żeby poprawił błędy ortograficzne?

thanks fobiak- can you edit it?

whenever I endeavour
to change my life forever
I end up in the same old shit.
Can I ever go further?
-fuck

Nietzsche

oh, forget it

have what? I don't know what you mean and what sexual orientation has to do with it.
the fact that I paste sth here is a comment itself, isn't it?

how come

dunno- what do u mean by "three-way-efficient" regarding women

My mother said to me – ‘Don’t have sex with the gods.’
I said, ‘Why not? It’s an opportunity for a girl with nothing going for her.’
My mother said, ‘Look what happened to Daphne.’

I looked. Anybody who wanted to could see Daphne on the way ...

well, i do believe in love, but 'pure' love between people is an illusion...and you cannot grade it "pure, purer, purest". it's ridiculous.

it's an exellent piece of writing. your head can't be empty. if you allow me a few editing remarks: I'd use "recall" instead of "remind myself", for "fuck's sake" and skip "a" before "passionate negotiations" .

pure love is bullshit. there isn't such a thing. there's denial, rejection, longing...

you're a dirty bastard, fobiak

it's a poem about pure love...

what's the source?

When I drink beer
I have a crash
it's like a rash
and will disappear...

When I drink gin&tonic
I get too kind
and my love is blind
you may call it platonic

But when I smoke weed
my senses go mad
I never stay sad
and you seem so sweet

Dear, though the night is gone,
Its dream still haunts today,
That brought us to a room
Cavernous, lofty as
A railway terminus,
And crowded in that gloom
Were beds, and we in one
In a far corner lay:

Our whisper woke no clocks,
We kissed and I was glad
At everything you did,
Indifferent to those ...

'How are you today ,Billy?'
'Lonely, but that's human.'
'Why are you lonely?'
'It's a heart condition.'
'But what is lonely?'
'You don't need me to explain. You need history, economics, politics, not solitary struggles. Besides, I've had a warning about what they call our little chats.'
'But explain ...

These poems she said

These poems, these poems,
these poems, she said, are poems
with no love in them. These are the poems of a man
who would leave his wife and child because
they made noise in his study. These are the poems
of a man who would murder his mother to claim
the inheritance. These are ...

właśnie styl mi sie podoba. i byłam na koncercie jazzowym- same gitary. widocznie mało w życiu słyszałeś.
"beaty is truth, truth- beauty, that is all" (Keats)

[ Dodano : 2008-01-13, 18:22 ]
beauty

[ Dodano : 2008-01-13, 18:25 ]
i nie pisz już do mnie książe. się wypowiedziałam. koniec ...

czy to jest dla ciebie za ciężkie ,zeby zrozumieć?

w tym wierszu jest wszystko- i normalność, i wulgarność i piękno.

co do formy to zgadzam się z miłoszem, ze nie powinna ograniczać.
co do treści - dopuszczam wszystko.
jeżeli chodzi o język deana jest adekwatny i do treści i do formy.
życie jest wulgarne- czemu tego nie pokazywać? jak mozna tę ordynarność pokazać jak nie tym samym językiem? jest w tym haiku ...

ok. więc wolisz lalkę od kurwy...
haiku jest jak żywy obraz zastygły w konkretnej sekundzie.
to nie literatura, to sztuka.
nie jestem adwokatem diabła. ale wg mnie deana haiku o kurwie jest doskonałe...

[ Dodano: 2008-01-13, 17:28 ]
dean to wiadomo co on woli

o treść mi głównie chodziło, mości książę...

własnie czytam miłosza. jego opinia o sylabicznym wzorze haiku: "wtłaczanie siłą lotnej treści w sztywne ramy byłoby jak zaprzęganie motyla do orki"

a to niektóre haiku w jego przekładzie:

"Dżdżysty zimowy wieczór-
Napompowana lalka obwisła
W oknie sklepu porno." (Martin Burke)

"Trzymając ...

whenever the ego reality is separate from the self, however colourful it may be, it is empty,like an inflated balloon, a form without substance, like an eagle drawn on the snow...

did I get it ?

jeśli chodzi o kolory, to ja jestem za biało- czarnym, jak yin-yang

sadism and masochism rarely go together. there's a joke that expains that.
A masochist asks a sadist to beat him/her very severely, to which a sadist answers with a malicious smile: "No, never..."

I'm in love with love
unable to face
reality
what is it?
by the way...

i refuse to explain why.

this is misinterpretation

I needed fox Badly I needed
a vixen for the long time none had come near me
I needed recognition from a triangulated face burnt-yellow eyes
fronting the long body the fierce and sacrificial tail
I needed history of fox briars of legend it was said she had run through
I was in want of fox

And the ...

no, Margot. you're wrong. it's a poem of unrequited love.so, guilty of deceiving herself perhaps...

he he ...

self-denial?

guilty of what?

idiotą?

[ Dodano: 2007-11-10, 08:48 ]
czy "kocham się w tobie"-to nie egoizm?

But -if we decide that the lyrical subject is a woman- it sounds to me masochistic...

Margot- I agree with you- it is sadistic. Usually it does not matter if the lyrical subject is a man or a woman-but I as the author I wanted it to be read as a male proposal. I'm glad the poem had an impact on you...

I object to being sentenced to death
My common sense is waiting for me
to break away from this prison
I know you won't release me
so- farewell

my love

no, this is Zen Buddhism

my emotions are like kids
wild and uneducated
I've conceived so many
I cannot embrace them all
they grow up
out of control
so I tell them to fuck off
to get some peace and quiet
they leave me
alone
it's quiet
there's no peace
though

I'd like to be u

"a" should be deleted.

I'd also put "shrinking" in one line.

anyway, I love the poem.

Her ring is in a safe-deposit box
with hundred-dollar bills and wills and deeds.
You used to hide my letters with the stock
certificates, unlock a room to read
those night thoughts in a vault under the bank
where we descend this noon: a painless loan
of cash from you to me, for which I thank
you ...

może sie nie znam ale dla mnie tje. ma dwa zakończenia. jest czy nie, i tak mi sie podoba.

ann, zmieniłaś się

na lepsze. wg mnie.
kiedys twoje ciągi skojarzeniowe wydawały mi się puste i bez sensu i nie mogłam cie czytać. ale ostatnio czytam cie z przyjemnością.

podobaja mi sie w tym ere paradoksy typu "wyważać otwarte drzwi" czy metafory " pukając młotkiem w papierową ścianę ...

uroji yori
muroji e kaeru
hito yasumi
ame furaba fure
kaze fukaba fuke

From the world of passions
I return to the world beyond passions,
A moment of pause.
If the rain is to fall, let it fall;
If the wind is to blow, let it blow.

But what lovers we were, what lover,
Even when it was all over -

the deadweight bull-black wines we swung
towards each other rang and rang

like bells of blood, our own great hearts.
We slung the drunk boat out of port

and watched our unreal sober life
unmoor, a continent of grief;

The ...

My swirling wants. Your frozen lips.
The grammar turned and attacked me.
Themes, written under duress.
Emptiness of the notations.

They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds.

I want you to see this before I leave:
the experience of repetition as death
the failure of criticism to locate ...

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pipe dream

erekcjato on the f laws of nature

erekcjato on the cyclic nature of Karma

"The Agony of Intimacy" by Jeanette Winterson

intoxication

W.H. Auden

The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson, 2007

"THESE POEMS" Robert Bringhurst

by the way

''Fox'' Adrienne Rich

erekcjato of innocence

on infantile feelings

Marylin Hacker, The Ring

a poem in Japanese composed by Ikkyu

The Wreck by Don Paterson

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING by Adrienne Rich