/lit/ - Literature

Hear the lark's song:
Se Se Se
Passing over the rolling waves
In a smooth stream, and by
A somber ship of sailors
Se Se Se, it flows
Into the miserable captain's cabin; he's
Looking somewhat yellow and somewhat white
Se Se Se, flowing to his melancholic ear-
Flushing red from the good bird's tune:
"A lark has brought me back to life!
I will wear that tune around my neck
See the bird pirched on the deck
Guide this craft back to the shore!"
All glory to the lark.

Anno Dommini, Dhamma
Happy Sky-Lark
The prime state of Being achieved
A bird who has
Never known
The strain
Of misery
Or the touch
Of vice

Wanting to be sodomized and face-fucked
Sultry and nubile, the erotic woman
Claudia Metelli pleased with such sensual acts
And the men came, following her sexual verse
Lured by her practices, lured and enticed
Claudia Metelli had her way with them
Irrumare and Pedicare
Medea of the Pussyhouse
Until they perspired, and fell into slumber deep
Arousing behavior so warm and common
Scratching the cervical itch brings bright and dim-witted man alike
To sodomize and face-fuck her
The poet of Lesbos

From there, stumbling into Setebos
In the sand, I plant my feet firmly
Asking documents from an Herodotus
He does not speak of the Desposyni
"I write these things as they seem true to me
Dismissing absurd variety."
The father could not write for me; no
The father would not write

Silence
Without going out of my door
I can know the stillness of the mountain
Displaced from the bird shrieks that counter
The silence of nothing
Dhamma, Dommini
Ad hoc, Ad hoc
Maitri, Karuna, Mudita, Upeksha
Y en el monte nada
Mountain silence

Man of nothing, is there nothing between
The temple doors, or the women who raw their heels
On West 42nd street, the singing bird at sunrise?
There is only prosperity in pride
Along the hills which bear our feet
And in the boats that ferry faces
In the passages of the damned
Describe such moments -
- Following a thread out
From a prison of corridors
Having slain the warden
And breaking loose of that cell
Only to find a dead Father
Who cannot greet you
For men of nothing, there is nothing
But the rolling of rocks toward a rising and setting sea, the sun's
Eternal frustration bearing down on wasted land, the moon
Waning and waxing in immutable patterns

And so, I stumble from Setebe
And from the sand, I take my feet
Read papers in which an Herod'
Refused to speak of the Desposynod
"I write these things as they seem true
And lineage proved too hard to prove."

I came not to bring peace, but sword
And immolate beauty from the world
Religious depression, Buddhist fire
Symbolic, Bodhisattva pyre
Politic suicide brings resplendent shine
Selfless light on life divine

O, weep, then, for Jesus trapped on the hill
By the tumbling sea, crying what noise he will
"Rouse the Hour, and all her friends!"
A celebutante who stood so high
O'er labored hands, his verses fly
Now claps the cursed Chatterton
Whom immolation had long undone

tl,dr

suck a dee-yock

>>590116

>>590120

I've no idea what this is about, so you must not be doing very well.

no poetry will ever get popular by being on 4chan

to bump, or not to bump -- that is the question.

bump teeheehhee

bump

Someone OD'ed on T.S.Eliot - if the poem weren't so good, I would suspect it is a parody of 'The Wasteland'.
But still... I enjoyed the read, though I find the obscenities pretentious and uncalled for - the voice is already powerful as it is. It is really good. Quality, sophisticated poetry with allusions that betray an erudite author. If it is yours, OP, congratulations.

>>590962
*if the poem wasn't so good, of course

>>590115

OP here, wrote it, based largely on the style of Eliot.. if that wasn't a given. I prefer the imagery of "The Waste Land' and the romantic poets, both simple and confusing (Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc.). This was me attempting that. It isn't finished. A large bit of it is misplaced, or outright sucks. Any thoughts?

>>591053
>any thoughts?
As I 'said' in my previous post >>590962. Still, let me congratulate you once again.

>>590115

Ahh, thank choo. Obscene language, in that one section, necessary to convey the disgusting nature of man, however innate.

>>591079
>Wear flesh in sick fashion, and let no woman
>Or beast pass by untouched

I think this particular message is already sent - in a way naturalistic, yet not vulgar... then again, that's just lke mine opinion, maaan.

METER

FUCKING CUNTS

>>591097

Plays off of the description of Sodom and Gomorrah; I have that source saved somewhere. It does push that message, aye, but

>>590116

borrows from Carmen 16, written by Gaius Valerius Catullus, which was censored for it's incredibly indecent descriptions, and is was my overtly sexual attempt at mocking that censoring. To limit art to is to draw a line as to what is acceptable to people.

The poem is a mockery of religion and distance from God, while attempting to display the merits of what religion can teach. Like I said... work is needed.
Also, the game.

>>590116

Innate human urges are decried as a sin; thusly, we become distant from God.

bump from 14.. for interests

>>591123
You are probably not here anymore, but...
Ah, I see now. Thank you for the explanation: turns out I'm an under - educated bigot, lol. Still, how about leaving the 'borrowings' Latin, no translation?

>Also, the game.

FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-
OP cinaedus maximus est. Heh heh heh.

>>593408

BAM, I never considered that, but I like the change.
Also, the game again.

>>593959
Kanapka.

I came not to bring peace, but sword
And immolate beauty from the world
Religious depression, Buddhist fire
Symbolic, Bodhisattva pyre
Politic suicide brings resplendent shine
Selfless light on life divine

Do you mind if I ask what you meant by this?

>>590115

I'll open by saying that's a pretty weak portion, and needs a lot of splicing in and out to get a concise message out of.

Reference to Christianity, really, and the general state of disarray it seems to be in- there you have the church coaxing you for money, the priests and who's-its touching on the biddy boys, problems, problems. I didn't entirely make that clear. The next part is a reference to that buddhist fellow (link, somewhere) who burned himself in political and religious protest, where his government (Roman-Catholic, i believe) was dumping on buddhism very hard. I think the message he was attempting to send (equality of religion; or, at the very least, acceptance of them) was powerful, and i choose buddhism here because of the moral principles it teaches while not attempting to emphasize a true higher power.

Again.. I need to make all this clear, and more work will be done.


I came not to bring peace, but sword
And immolate beauty from the world
Religious depression, Buddhist fire
Symbolic, Bodhisattva pyre
Politic suicide brings resplendent shine
Selfless light on life divine

Now that I re-consider it.. I don't like that bit.

"Religious depression, Buddhist fire
Symbolic, Bodhisattva pyre"

Doesn't sit right.

Ugh, this is extremely pretentious. In Prufrock, Eliot had only two lines in some foreign language, and even then, he took it out of the first edition because he didn't want to sound like an elitist prick, which is exactly what your poem comes off as. And your imagery doesn't make up for it, it's quite stale.

>eyes fixed squarely
>fell in slumber deep
Bleh.

Also, trying too hard to sound edgy. You sound like a 16 year old.

T.S. Eliot can write in blank verse precisely because he has the ability to produce fine, regular, controlled meter.
The same cannot be supposed of you, necessarily.

The poem is only reminiscent of Eliot superficially in some turns of phrase and techniques you seem to have plaigarised from him.

The poem itself doesn't deal with anything so important as the decay of civilisation.

It's a weak imitation.

>>590115
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>>590125

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>>594172
This, this, this, this. And OP's poem isn't even in blank verse. It's free verse, and badly written free verse.

>>594182
Well he does have some attempts at meter at least in some parts, but yeah you're right about free verse.

A de-emphasis on classic metrical form DOES NOT mean completely ignoring meter, cacophony, rhyme, alliteration, or basically anything that makes poetry poetry. Fuck you OP. You're the reason poetry is dying.

I bet none of you can do Old Norse verse forms.

>>594199
>>594217
>Some poets have explained that free verse, despite its freedom, must still display some elements of form. T. S. Eliot wrote: "No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job."[1] Donald Hall goes as far as to say that "the form of free verse is as binding and as liberating as the form of a rondeau."[2]