- thehoodie
- Feb 8, 2011
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"Eat something made with love and joy - and be forgiven"
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Nicanor Parra, Memories Of Youth posted:
All I'm sure of is that I kept going back and forth,
Sometimes I bumped into trees,
Bumped into beggars,
I forced my way through a thicket of chairs and tables,
With my soul on a thread I watched the great leaves fall.
But the whole thing was useless,
At every turn I sank deeper into a sort of jelly;
People laughed at my fits,
The characters stirred in their armchairs like seaweed moved by the waves
And women looked at me with disgust
Dragging me up, dragging me down,
Making me cry and laugh against my will.
All this evoked in me a feeling of nausea
And a storm of incoherent sentences,
Threats, insults, pointless curses,
Also certain exhausting pelvic motions,
Macabre dances, that left me
Short of breath
Unable to raise my head for days
For nights.
I kept going back and forth, it's true,
My soul drifted through the streets
Calling for help, begging for a little tenderness,
With pencil and paper I went into cemeteries
Determined not to be fooled.
I went round and round the same fact,
I studied everything in minute detail
Or I tore out my hair in a tantrum.
And in this state I began my classroom career.
I heaved myself around literary gatherings like a man with a bullet wound.
Crossing the thresholds of private houses,
With my sharp tongue I tried to get the spectators to understand me,
They went on reading the paper
Or disappeared behind a taxi.
Then where could I go!
At that hour the shops were shut;
I thought of a slice of onion I'd seen during dinner
And of the abyss that separates us from the other abysses.
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- thehoodie
- Feb 8, 2011
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"Eat something made with love and joy - and be forgiven"
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Dream Song 12 "Sabbath" by John Berryman
this one's about doing the walk of shame after a one night stand
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- thehoodie
- Feb 8, 2011
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"Eat something made with love and joy - and be forgiven"
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been really liking jean toomer lately
quote:
Seventh Street
By Jean Toomer
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
Seventh Street is a bastard of Prohibition and the War. A crude-boned, soft-skinned wedge of friend of the family life breathing its loafer air, jazz songs and love, thrusting unconscious rhythms, black reddish blood into the white and whitewashed wood of Washington. Stale soggy wood of Washington. Wedges rust in soggy wood. . . Split it! In two! Again! Shred it! . . the sun. Wedges are brilliant in the sun; ribbons of wet wood dry and blow away. Black reddish blood. Pouring for crude-boned soft-skinned life, who set you flowing? Blood suckers of the War would spin in a frenzy of dizziness if they drank your blood. Prohibition would put a stop to it. Who set you flowing? White and whitewash disappear in blood. Who set you flowing? Flowing down the smooth asphalt of Seventh Street, in shanties, brick office buildings, theaters, drug stores, restaurants, and cabarets? Eddying on the corners? Swirling like a blood-red smoke up where the buzzards fly in heaven? God would not dare to suck black red blood. A friend of the family God! He would duck his head in shame and call for the Judgement Day. Who set you flowing?
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
sa won't preserve the formatting but you can read it here also
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- thehoodie
- Feb 8, 2011
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"Eat something made with love and joy - and be forgiven"
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Please say more if you're serious, I'm still figuring out how to read this son of a gun
I was mostly shitposting and it is pretty dumb but it kind of works? Maybe not a one night stand per se but an evening tryst turning to morning.
quote:There is an eye, there was a slit.
This is pretty self evident. "Slit"? It's like he's not even trying to hide it.
quote:Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
The strangler tree, the dancing mouse
confound his vision; then they loosen it.
Some more euphemistic language. His lover had to loosen her chokehold? Sounds like Henry and his lover are into some weird poo poo.
quote:Henry widens. How did Henry House
himself ever come here?
I'm sure Henry widened, alright. What did he "come" upon, I wonder?
quote:Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent
when loth at landfall soft I leave.
Nights walked earlier and now they "run" away and are gone. His lover's strange eyes watching as he reluctantly leaves in the morning.
quote:The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe,
shout commands I never heard.
They march about, dying & absurd.
Toddlers are taking over. O
ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge
on a weary-daring man.
Henry rejects the romantic tradition. He is one of the "toddlers" with new age ideas of love and sex. Perhaps the toddlers also connect to the reproductive aspect of sex?
"O" enjambing to mimic the brief pause before orgasm? Or the reluctance to leave his lover's side?
Then the Sunday church bell rings, the judgemental churchgoers (wearing "snoods") judge Henry, tired from his evening tryst.
quote:What now can be cleard up? from the Yard the visitors urge.
Belle thro' the graves in a blast of sun
to the kirk moves the youngest witch.
Watch.
This could either be Henry or his lover (or both), dashing off to church as apostate(s).
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