Would you consider voting in the "Don't know much about history" poetry contest? Many thanks! http://www.online-literature.com/for...-about-history
Hi islandclimber, would you consider voting? http://www.online-literature.com/for...earchid=209664
http://www.theawl.com/2013/03/this-i...a-fast-culture
http://www.sheilaomalley.com/
Do you know of the band Piano Magic. This song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-50_eNRoeM The rest shall be in a pm, as it appears I am flooding your message board with mine own inanities.
Oh, and this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZoOwk66bmI
The dawn had not yet come and we waited In the mud and the cold, our bodies Withering and shrinking from the icy cold That shouted at us from the impenetrable sky And then the man we waited for arrived and gave us That for which we, who did not believe, had prayed We had been prepared to die, to castrate, if we had to, the enemy, To hear their screams claw and tear at us, yes, We were prepared even for that. We had grown as cold as the night, as the man, As Krasznahorkai. As the man, without emotion, handed round the smuggled goods, We waited in the stoic unhelpful hay, and when at last we had them, The thin mints, with their deep chocolate souls, we ate them, Greedily, hungrily, stuffing their aura of civilization into our maws As though with them inside us we could perhaps live forever. Qimissung February 2013
So, then you threw down the gauntlet with Krasznahorkai-I had to look him up too, although I've read a review of "The Turin Horse" and very much want to see it, and I found this http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012...rkai-interview and then I wrote the poem in the above post (although I must say that Krasznahorkai sounds like someone about to hock a loogie, sorry) I lof it! I printed a copy of it and I am reading it over and over, like it's the work of some genius child, which of course it is not, and you, clearly are about 25 IQ points ahead of me! Anywho, I wrote another one first, which was inspired by "The Turin Horse;" I pm'd it to you, 'cause I love it so much I don't wish to publish it here (sorry lit-net). And now to bed. My brain feels awesome-and I didn't even eat a thin mint today.
lol, islandclimber, can I just say that was brilliant? I don't even know where to begin with my outrageous praise. The first line? The "Brazen simulacra of cacao and mint leaves"? The "disharmony of false scales"? The "wild phonemes...and irresistible memes"? Or the last four lines (I had to look up what a Graeco-Latin square was (showoff)): one’s own personal apocalypse in the bottom of a thin mint cookie box, Krasznahorkai might just devour this labyrinthine variation on the Graeco-Latin square, tessellate desperate tastes across the tongue… Or, really, just the whole thing? You, sir, get an A+++++++++++++-or you would if this was for a grade, which thankfully, it is not. Just, wowsers, islandclimber, wowsers!
Brazen simulacra of cacao and mint leaves, do we even understand how we’ve misplaced reality with a treacherous version, with a disharmony of false scales, with artificial flavours and food colouring and shiny plastic wrappers that make us dream of wild phonemes and syllables and irresistible memes, it’s that eclipse of mint over chocolate acted out by the drunkards of a bar, a thin hypnosis by the propaganda of the cookie, the parasitic asymmetry, one’s own personal apocalypse in the bottom of a thin mint cookie box, Krasznahorkai might just devour this labyrinthine variation on the Graeco-Latin square, tessellate desperate tastes across the tongue…
