Spicy McHaggis 0 Report post Posted April 8, 2004 Seriously man, I'm talking to Spicy here, I know you don't like the way they've been talking, so me, a nice guy, I'll tell you. Your stuff, it's not very good. Ask anybody besides your mother, they'll tell you the same. It is apparently working for you, so don't quit doing it. I'm not even going to say quit sharing it, but quit being so defensive. You got it. And thanks Edwin, I actually do appreciate the help. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
godthedog 0 Report post Posted April 8, 2004 It's the most playful book of language I've ever read. I loves it. 'finnegans wake' is a thousand times moreso (home of the lovely word "hierarchitechtiptitoploftical" that i wouldn't stop saying once i learned how TO say it), so you may want to check it out just for that. but it's also a thousand times more dense, which more or less followed the trend throughout his life: i read 'dubliners' in 3 days, 'portrait' in a week, 'ulysses' in 3 weeks, and it took me five months to get through the wake. and unlike 'ulysses', there's no strong content to build upon & the tone of the book never changes. aside from the glorious final chapter, if you read the first hundred pages, you've essentially read the next five hundred. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted April 8, 2004 This might go better on my Poets and Poetry thread, but I was already here, so I shall state this. If anyone wants to write a monologue or whatever, I'd suggest you read some dramatic monologues by Robert Browning. What few I've read have been pretty good, if not a bit creepy or at least a bit odd in some ways (Porphyia's Lover, anyone?). I'm not saying to copy his style or anything, but maybe by reading some monologues by a guy who's pretty good at them, you can get a better understanding of what your monologue should be like. Or maybe I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about (Wouldn't be the first time). If I can find any more of horrible things I've written (Perhaps keeping files along with the actual 'hard copy' of the poem is a good idea), I might perchance share them. I certainly haven't gotten any (As Dylan would say) "hot fire" from anybody. I'm just surprised that I got up to second place for Songs of a Sunset for a local writer's showcase thing. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Red Hot Thumbtack In The Eye 0 Report post Posted April 8, 2004 Thumbtack's posts make me curious about hearing his stuff. Brujo, I just realized that you blew your 0 post gimmick for me. I'm honoured. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Spicy McHaggis 0 Report post Posted April 13, 2004 Water Sometimes the water's too cold Sometimes the weather's too hot But when the journey takes us to this A place we know we must face It's our time to shake off this fear And be bold And when I come to this drink It's water I know I can sip A cold that's so frightening And yet so inviting I'll take it bit by bit Sometimes we stand at the rim And we need a helping hand The person who comes to our aid Is a person we least expect It's our time to shake off this fear And jump in And when I come to this drink It's water I know I can sip A cold that's so frightening And yet so inviting I'll take it bit by bit I'm refreshed right down to my soul Like candles of light in the dark My life is in my control And when I come to this drink It's water I know I can sip A cold that's so frightening And yet so inviting I'll take it bit by bit And when I come to this drink It's water I know I can sip A cold that's so frightening And yet so inviting I'll take it bit by bit Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DARRYLXWF 0 Report post Posted April 15, 2004 In the Cloisters The sun crept o'er the cloisters, In corners lisped the breeze, And from the blue of heaven Strayed the songbird's melodies. There was something singing somewhere. And I sensed its thrilling strains, 'Twas the spirit of the singing, Going through my surging veins. The grasses swayed in rythm, While the shadows onward stole, And as the day passed outward, I could hear a far bell toll. I could hear it tolling somewhere, tolling o'er the mysterious plains, 'Twas the bell that called to battle, Going tolling through my veins. These pensive linked arches, that stretch away in time, through happy years are searching, For the simple and sublime. But there's laughter ringing somewhere, Ringing out in joyous strains; 'Tis the laughter of the happy Going ringing through my veins. And hushed but pleasant thoughts Go straying through the naves, Like somnolent, soft murmers From the ever-lapping waves. But there's someone singing somwhere, Singing clear o'er waves and plains; 'Tis their singing of her praises Going ringing through my veins. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Spicy McHaggis 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 A little rap... What Friends Do I got 17 lines with 16 rhymes, word A few pats on the back and you keep me assured You heard, sick with the spoken word My true test, stickin' with my friends When they're all I got left They hang with me when girls they come and go Tryin' to break my flow, you never know When the right one comes along But they know, they'll tell you so The good ones, they got your back And they protect you from attack As it comes, you least expect it Sometimes random, a few times directed Deal with it as a tandem, or even a group You made yourself a dupe, so what? When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away Right here, rockin' badassitude No time, for a bad attitude No point in dwelling on the negative Too many good times I have yet to give Out to my friends, they've truly had it comin' Always catching up to me when I'm runnin' Or rollin' too fast, if you know me Maybe you can show me what I mean when I say Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away This could be it, could be your last dance But you can live with yourself if you take that chance I heard, could be the last day for romance Absurd, but don't hang your hat on just reason Might be just another one of those seasons, of change I'm going up and down on the range This lyrical ability, of which I thought I had none Miracle of stability, friends telling me to try some Rapping, rhyming, a little song writing Itself, dancing out of my mind weaving No, my friends, I would never be deceiving I stand, or sit here, as just one person My light is lit here, my inspiration My friends, They taught me one major lesson When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Edwin MacPhisto 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 Poetry news: I saw Seamus Heaney read last night. It was fantastic. He read pieces from his Beowulf translation, and from poetry throughout his career. I'm going to hopefully pick up his new translation of Antigone this weekend. Things that are awesome = that. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Firestarter 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 Man, I'm jealous. I loved The Spirit Level. Did he do Mycenae Lookout? And where was this? I want to know if he's stopping anywhere around DC... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Edwin MacPhisto 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 Yeah, he read the beginning - the "Watchman's War" - part. The agony of Clytemnestra's love shout and all. I would have liked to hear the whole thing, but he was going for breadth of catalog rather than just a few longer pieces, which worked well. He read a lot of his earlier works too, and listening to the progression to more recent work was pretty great. This was in Charlottesville, VA, at the University of Virginia. So he was actually pretty close. I'm not sure if he's touring right now for his new collection, or if our English department just managed to get him in here on one hell of a boon. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ripper 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 A little rap... What Friends Do I got 17 lines with 16 rhymes, word A few pats on the back and you keep me assured You heard, sick with the spoken word My true test, stickin' with my friends When they're all I got left They hang with me when girls they come and go Tryin' to break my flow, you never know When the right one comes along But they know, they'll tell you so The good ones, they got your back And they protect you from attack As it comes, you least expect it Sometimes random, a few times directed Deal with it as a tandem, or even a group You made yourself a dupe, so what? When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away Right here, rockin' badassitude No time, for a bad attitude No point in dwelling on the negative Too many good times I have yet to give Out to my friends, they've truly had it comin' Always catching up to me when I'm runnin' Or rollin' too fast, if you know me Maybe you can show me what I mean when I say Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away This could be it, could be your last dance But you can live with yourself if you take that chance I heard, could be the last day for romance Absurd, but don't hang your hat on just reason Might be just another one of those seasons, of change I'm going up and down on the range This lyrical ability, of which I thought I had none Miracle of stability, friends telling me to try some Rapping, rhyming, a little song writing Itself, dancing out of my mind weaving No, my friends, I would never be deceiving I stand, or sit here, as just one person My light is lit here, my inspiration My friends, They taught me one major lesson When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away okay that was bad. White kid trying to rap bad. don't do that anymore, please. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Spicy McHaggis 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 A little rap... What Friends Do I got 17 lines with 16 rhymes, word A few pats on the back and you keep me assured You heard, sick with the spoken word My true test, stickin' with my friends When they're all I got left They hang with me when girls they come and go Tryin' to break my flow, you never know When the right one comes along But they know, they'll tell you so The good ones, they got your back And they protect you from attack As it comes, you least expect it Sometimes random, a few times directed Deal with it as a tandem, or even a group You made yourself a dupe, so what? When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away Right here, rockin' badassitude No time, for a bad attitude No point in dwelling on the negative Too many good times I have yet to give Out to my friends, they've truly had it comin' Always catching up to me when I'm runnin' Or rollin' too fast, if you know me Maybe you can show me what I mean when I say Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away This could be it, could be your last dance But you can live with yourself if you take that chance I heard, could be the last day for romance Absurd, but don't hang your hat on just reason Might be just another one of those seasons, of change I'm going up and down on the range This lyrical ability, of which I thought I had none Miracle of stability, friends telling me to try some Rapping, rhyming, a little song writing Itself, dancing out of my mind weaving No, my friends, I would never be deceiving I stand, or sit here, as just one person My light is lit here, my inspiration My friends, They taught me one major lesson When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away okay that was bad. White kid trying to rap bad. don't do that anymore, please. I just write the lyrics, I'm not performing it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ripper 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 A little rap... What Friends Do I got 17 lines with 16 rhymes, word A few pats on the back and you keep me assured You heard, sick with the spoken word My true test, stickin' with my friends When they're all I got left They hang with me when girls they come and go Tryin' to break my flow, you never know When the right one comes along But they know, they'll tell you so The good ones, they got your back And they protect you from attack As it comes, you least expect it Sometimes random, a few times directed Deal with it as a tandem, or even a group You made yourself a dupe, so what? When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away Right here, rockin' badassitude No time, for a bad attitude No point in dwelling on the negative Too many good times I have yet to give Out to my friends, they've truly had it comin' Always catching up to me when I'm runnin' Or rollin' too fast, if you know me Maybe you can show me what I mean when I say Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away This could be it, could be your last dance But you can live with yourself if you take that chance I heard, could be the last day for romance Absurd, but don't hang your hat on just reason Might be just another one of those seasons, of change I'm going up and down on the range This lyrical ability, of which I thought I had none Miracle of stability, friends telling me to try some Rapping, rhyming, a little song writing Itself, dancing out of my mind weaving No, my friends, I would never be deceiving I stand, or sit here, as just one person My light is lit here, my inspiration My friends, They taught me one major lesson When conflict rises up, you show up That's what your friends do, they help you grow up Always look for the best in your life This could be your last day Times like these you need friends in your life When all material goes away okay that was bad. White kid trying to rap bad. don't do that anymore, please. I just write the lyrics, I'm not performing it. Yeah, but it requires a flow, and well the lyrics are really not that deep. It sounds like something LL Cool J would do though. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Spicy McHaggis 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2004 Well I disagree that it doesn't flow, and depth can be pretty subjective. But, for deep lyrics who would you recommend I listen to? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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