Modern Poetry Thread

[Anonymous No.20365019]

Why does this filter so many people? Post some good poetry, I'll start. NO BORING CRAP FOR BOOMERS, just kino. IF you're poem rhymes it's a red flag.

>8 count
>By Charles Bukowski

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.

one flies
off.
then
another.

one is left,
then
it too
is gone.

my typewriter is
tombstone
still.

and I am
reduced to bird
watching.

just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.

[Anonymous No.20365042]

It's crap .

[Anonymous No.20365058]

Bukowski is for edgy 14 year olds.

[Anonymous No.20365065]

>>20365042
>>20365058
Filtered

[Anonymous No.20365079]

>>20365065
Oh, I'm shacking on fear! Faggot.

[Anonymous No.20365087]

>>20365065
ah yes filtered by the
dramatic
linebreaks for
emphasis,
fucker

[Anonymous No.20365147]

Posting more good poetry to scare le classicist fags. Guess what, you'll read it because you secretly like it and Bukowski writes nicely. You know it's fun but you are too scared to admit it.

[Anonymous No.20365164]

>>20365147
>saddest smile I ever saw
Was he an ESL?

[Anonymous No.20365432]

Bump

[Anonymous No.20365484]

To the Sun God
By Chase Berggrun

After Friedrich Hölderlin

Knees red from prayer
I sweat I swear I sick I
sorry skyward—

I see a finger in my mirror
aimed external—look
a little away and there, look
a less expensive solution

I seep gratefully into
words till words work
as well as they will

I remain imperfect clay
I lay an egg

Sometimes the walled city of grief reerects
Sometimes a door

God’s hair
peeks out slow
spurning trumpets

Beneath this light yes
and I am willing

[Anonymous No.20365614]

Why did modernism happen, again?


Get retards to read?
Upset faggots who didn't get *it*?
Way to cripple your artistic culture
By pandering to a bunch of vultures

Now all that's left are a bunch of
Lost souls, who get neither art
Nor much less pussy

Look at me, even I
Am better at taking a piss
At the pearly gates of St. Peter
While throwing up the clams I had for dinner

Fuck Bukowski
Fucking imbeciles
Guess the gnocstics got it

[Anonymous No.20365718]

I have never read a Bukowski poem that wasn't shit.

[Anonymous No.20365720]

>>20365718
You're welcome

[Anonymous No.20365725]

>>20365720
I can't read this crap it's too retarded.

[Anonymous No.20365745]

>>20365720
I hate the man, but
>flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh
Is pretty okay. Really has that 'junkie having an epiphany vibe', which is the best the drunken fuck could ever muster with his heavily crippled vocabulary.
The rest just shows what he was more than anything. aka retarded lol

[Anonymous No.20365773]

>>20365718

2 Bukowski poems.

>The Tragedy of the Leaves

I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled corpses
surrounded me with their uselessness;
the sun was still good, though,
and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and
undemanding yellowness; what was needed now
was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester
with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd
because it exists, nothing more;
I shaved carefully with an old razor
the man who had once been young and
said to have genius; but
that’s the tragedy of the leaves,
the dead ferns, the dead plants;
and I walked into a dark hall
where the landlady stood
execrating and final,
sending me to hell,
waving her fat, sweaty arms
and screaming
screaming for rent
because the world has failed us
both


>burned

the kid went back to New York City to live with a woman
he met in a kibbutz.
he left his mother at the age of
32, a well-kept fellow, sense of humor and never
wore the same pair of shorts
more than one day. there he was
in the Puerto Rican section, she had a
job. he wanted iron bars on the windows and
ate too much fried chicken at 10 a.m.
in the morning after she went to
work. he had some money saved out of the
years and he fucked but he was really
afraid of
pussy.

I was sitting with Eileen in Hollywood
and I said:
I ought to warn the kid
so that when she turns on him
he'll be
ready.

no, she said, let him be happy.
I let him be
happy.
now he's back living with his
mother, he weighs three hundred and ten pounds
and eats all the time
and laughs all the time
but you ought to see his
eyes ...
the eyes are sitting in the center of all that
flesh ...
he bites into a chicken leg:
I loved her, he says to me,
I loved her.

[Anonymous No.20365794]

>>20365773
There's no melody, no beauty, no art. It's dissonant, abrasive, and unpleasant. This shouldn't exist. It's better to not leave anything behind than to leave ugliness.

[Anonymous No.20365858]

>>20365794
I think both are rather fine poems.

If they are ugly, it is the ugliness of the city and the world that gave birth to them, which the poems capture and evoke. But each captures, too, real human life and emotion.

>It's dissonant, abrasive, and unpleasant.

Yes.

>There's no melody, no beauty, no art.

All those things are there, but it is the melody and beauty of the city, and the art lies in capturing that, and capturing it truly.

[Anonymous No.20365909]

>>20365858
>the ugliness of the city and the world that gave birth to them
Ok, that's not a subject for poetry. If all you experience is ugliness, keep it to yourself. Ugliness is ontologically bad. If you can't see beauty in life, don't write, don't do art. Art is supposed to be beautiful. Art is what reminds the soul of the Good like Plato said. All great thinkers considered art as something good. This promotion of ugliness is an inversion of values, a satanic ritual, a modernist disease, a mental illness. It's bad for your soul, for your mind, for society, for everything. If you don't get it, it's on you because it's crystal clear. As an artist you should dig for beauty and reveal that as well as possible.

[Anonymous No.20365933]

>>20365019
Your example is terrible, like a male version of Rupi Kaur.

Here's an excerpt from T.S. Eliot's "Gerontion".

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corriders
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What's not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed
with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear no courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

[Anonymous No.20365956]

>>20365909
>Art is supposed to be beautiful
Art is not supposed to be beautiful. Art is what reminds of the soul: it's meant to be expressive. To look and to tell of the truth.
Seeing the world for what it is, knowing what it can be and what you, in turn, can be yourself are all great things. Let it all run its course. Stop being so superficially obsessed with immediate aesthetic. I'm sure any of the good old Greeks would slap you in the face for daring to even suggest some pathos aren't worthwhile.
Face the world you live in.

[Anonymous No.20365961]

>>20365956
>Stop being so superficially obsessed with immediate aesthetic.
Beauty is transcedent, you're not arguing in good faith or you're uneducated. Probably both.

[Anonymous No.20365966]

>>20365909
>As an artist you should dig for beauty and reveal that as well as possible.

I think in the true human emotion that Bukowski describes and evokes in those poems he does this. It is painful and rather ugly, what is revealed in the screaming landlady and the failed lover, but it is real and human. I do understand where you are coming from and I respect that, but I think pic related is beautiful, and I suppose my enjoyment and appreciation of Bukowski (at his best, as here) flows along similar lines.

[Anonymous No.20365972]

>>20365966
>I think pic related is beautiful
Hope your soul heals soon anon. Once it does, you'll realise you're looking at garbage.

[Anonymous No.20365979]

>>20365961
Beauty is also present everywhere. I know when you talk about it you don't mean the transcendent quality, only an aesthetic.
But that would be in bad faith, I suppose. Just like your deflection.

[Anonymous No.20365980]

>>20365979
>I know when you talk about it you don't mean the transcendent quality, only an aesthetic.
Then you don't understand what we're talking about.

[Anonymous No.20365998]

>>20365164
yes i think, unless he moved from germany really young. even then he probably would have lost his german by the time most of his poetry was published

[Anonymous No.20366004]

>>20365980
If you don't understand why >>20365720 is beautiful then I suggest you relearn your values.
Death and misery are the heights of beauty.

[Anonymous No.20366006]

>>20366004

[Anonymous No.20366018]

>>20366004
>Death and misery are the heights of beauty.
That's just a reflection of your miserable depressed life. If you were happy and fulfilled you could see it, but you're wretched.

[Anonymous No.20366024]

Imagine saying some trite shit like “Bukowski is the Male Rupi Kaur” and not being ironic. Rupi Kaur is for uptown #bossbabes who parrot the corporate project of total neoliberal control and shoehorn it into every facet of life and call it art. Bukowski is imperfect but the fake and performative hatred for him is so obviously to try and get girls to suck dick or make gay guys think you’re literary. It’s not a novel opinion so imagine posting it in an anonymous message board holy FUCK you kist actually believe that nonsense.

Anyways OP honestly most poetry is really bad, even people like Rimbaud who you should read are pretty boring. The problem is it never really evolved as a form and prose after modernism attains a poetry that could actual written poetry could never come close to. Just read Lolita desu.

[Anonymous No.20366031]

>>20366018
If you were happy and fulfilled then you wouldn't avert your eyes from the truth staring back at you.
You're just engaging in cognitive dissonance because reality is too much for you. That's not happiness.

[Anonymous No.20366036]

>>20366031

[Anonymous No.20366040]

>>20366024
Imagine misquoting and not even addressing the poster who rustled your jimmies this hard. The example OP posted is Rupi Kaur tier levels of deep.
>most poetry is really bad.. Just read Lolita desu
Good one

[Anonymous No.20366057]

>>20365725
You don't have any life experience. It's no surprise you can't appreciate it.

[Anonymous No.20366062]

>>20366024
>Rupi Kaur is for uptown #bossbabes who parrot the corporate project of total neoliberal control and shoehorn it into every facet of life and call it art.
Bukowski is also for middle class #pseuds who parrot the nihilist project of total abandon and letting civilization go to shit. Both promote neoliberalism just the same but to different demographics. You fell for the male rupi kaur.

[Anonymous No.20366102]

>>20366062
Total retard take, I see you can’t separate reality from propaganda. Sure, nihilism is pushed in media by neoliberalism (sometimes) and works to demoralize people but that nihilism is the same necessary nihilism that’s attached to reactionary (correct) politics and is commentary on the failures of the project especially for men. Why are you so obsessed with males having their own voice of descent in the culture? That type of demoralizing is much more important to the current neoliberal project since males as a block/base/in group are the only ones that could challenge its hegemony. It’s obvious that your take has a lot more to do with faggoty gatekeeping tastemaker bullshit which is funny since the entire prestige of literature or performing what you read to others died a long time ago as any sort of cultural statement. Knocking Bukowski is safe, understand that many artists that have us to be cancelled/liquidated over the last ten years may have helped usher in the empty hippie idealism that eroded society but now they’ve become inconvenient to the status quo for challenging their modes of sexuality (especially Bukowski) so the same nihilism he represents hurts the establishment. You’re either a psued or like 60 years old.

[Anonymous No.20366103]

You guys should check out Mark Strand. I tried shilling him in a poetry discord but nobody there gives a shit about anything lol

I'll be posting some poems below

The Suicide
.
.
.

I jump from a building
As if I were falling asleep,

The wind like a pillow
Slowing me down,

Slowing me down
As if I were dreaming.

Surrounded by air,
I come to a stop,

And stand like a tourist
Watching the pigeons.

People in offices,
Wanting to save me,

Open their mouths.
“Throw me a stone,” I yell,

Wanting to fall.
But nobody listens.

They throw me a rope.
And now I am walking,

Talking to you,
Talking to you

As if I were dreaming
I were alive.

[Anonymous No.20366113]

>>20366103
Keeping Things Whole
.
.
.

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

[Anonymous No.20366117]

>>20366102
Cringe

[Anonymous No.20366119]

>>20366102
The thing is, OP said post good poetry. Feel free to contribute to the thread.

[Anonymous No.20366122]

>>20366113
From The Long Sad Party
.
.
.
Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps toward morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We began to believe

the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the stars,
how small they were, how far away.

[Anonymous No.20366129]

>>20366119
If you read the thread you’d see I said poetry is gay just like you

[Anonymous No.20366146]

>>20366129
>Comes into poetry thread
>Whines and bitches into the void
>Refuses to elaborate
>Does a 360 and walks away
seems like you got your jimmies rustled, but here's your (You)

[Anonymous No.20366174]

>>20365087
It's even more annoying than rhyming, if that's possible

[Anonymous No.20366196]

>>20366146
>used “Jimmie’s” meme from 10 years ago
>reads poetry
>is gay

Might be time to rethink your life choices

[Anonymous No.20366249]

>>20366196
You're right, anyone who has the misfortune of interacting with you should rethink their life choices

[Anonymous No.20366468]

Nicanor Parra, filter of pseuds, master of shitposting, still one of the greatests.

WARNINGS
In case of fire
do not use elevators
use stairways
unless otherwise instructed

No smoking
No littering
No shitting
No radio playing
unless otherwise instructed

Please Flush Toilet
After Each Use
Except When Train
Is Standing At Station
Be Thoughtful
Of The Next Passenger

Onward Christian Soldiers
Workers of the World unite
we have nothing to loose but our life
Glory be to the Father
.............................. & to the Son
to the Holy Ghost
unless otherwise instructed

By the way
we also hold these truths to be self evident
that all man are created equal
that they have been endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
that among these are Life
Liberty
......... & the pursuit of Happiness
& last but not least
that 2 + 2 makes 4
unless otherwise instructed

[Anonymous No.20366510]

>>20365019
>Bukowski and Burroughs are the only redeemable boomer Beats
>Bukowski embodies the worst of contemporary enjambmentcore poetry
>Bukowski has enough gems to redeem the throw shit against the wall mass of meh material time spent finding them is a questionable tradeoff

[Anonymous No.20367048]

>>20365858
Honestly, go read Nazim Hikmet's Human Landscapes From My Country which achieves all Bukowski achieves and more with several magnitudes more depth, lyricism, and wisdom. You'll see the difference between a genuinely mature poet and a poseur hack. The first book is available in pdf on google and the whole thing is on Libgen

Carl Sandburg's Chicago Poems also did this shit better.

[Anonymous No.20367149]

If anyone calls Modern Poetry soulless tell them to read this by Robinson Jeffers:

The House Dog's Grave (Haig, an English bulldog)

I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying

Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.

And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

[Anonymous No.20367268]

I fucking love Bukowski he's such a pseud filter, as this thread proves.

[Anonymous No.20367315]

>>20367268
The whole clipped style was pushed to its limits by William Carlos Williams and the rest is just wan confessionalism which pretends to be dirty and 'real' when most of it is too self-obsessed to actually elucidate anything about reality. If you want misanthropy read Robinson Jeffers. If you want dirty realism read Carl Sandburg. If you want raw confessionalism read John Berryman's Dream Songs. If you want the scope of lived human life read Nazim Hikmet. Nobody is filtering anyone other than Bukowski fans filtering themselves.

[Anonymous No.20368357]

>>20365019
mother prayer for rod radmacher by Joel Oppenheimer

mother you take
the good and
gentle. you
do not need them,
we do. mother
calm this world and
our hearts, we
join you too soon.

[Anonymous No.20369429]

bump

[Anonymous No.20369471]

This is some faggy instagram poetry. The kind that sheltered art kids put in their profiles so they can pretend to be deepby living through the vicarious experiences of a jaded alcoholic. Poetry died in the 17th century.

[Anonymous No.20369555]

>>20365019
>just thought I'd
>let you
>know,
>fucker.
Kek

[Anonymous No.20369582]

>>20365147
Boy, this man could make me feel.

[Anonymous No.20369920]

Avanti ragazzi di Buda, avanti ragazzi di Pest
studenti braccianti operai, il sole non sorge più ad est
Abbiamo vegliato una notte, la notte dei cento e più mesi
quell’alba radiosa di ottobre, quell‘alba dei giovani ungheresi

Ricordo tu avevi un moschetto, su portalo in piazza ti aspetto
nascosta fra i libri di scuola, anch’io porterò una pistola
Sei giorni, sei notti di gloria durò questa nostra vittoria
al settimo sono arrivati i russi con i carri armati.

I carri ci spezzan le ossa, nessuno ci viene in aiuto
il mondo è rimasto a guardare sull’orlo della fossa seduto.
Ragazza non dire a mia madre che io morirò questa sera
ma dille che vado in montagna e che tornerò a primavera

Compagno il plotone già avanza, già cadono il primo e il secondo
finita è la nostra vacanza, sepolto l’onore del mondo
Camerata riponi il fucile torneranno a cantare le fonti
e allora serrate le file che noi scenderemo dai monti

Avanti ragazzi di Buda, avanti ragazzi di Pest
studenti braccianti operai, il sole non sorge più ad est.

[Anonymous No.20370503]

>>20365087
kek

[Anonymous No.20371349]

>>20365909
>>20365961
>>20365980
making art out of ugliness =/= being unable to see beauty, nor does it equal promoting ugliness. >>20365956
is right, you're concerned only with a beautiful aesthetic. pic related is of chaos, negativity, of death, of suffering, of darkness. is that not ugly? but would you say that the painting itself is ugly? would you say that those who made art of great myths were promoting ugliness?
beauty is sensual, is divine, and as you say is transcendent. ugliness as the subject affirms beauty. bergman's autumn sonata is a terribly beautiful film because it shows interpersonal trauma unraveling in an explosive way - a dismal and specific setting - yet it communicates something so universal. you can't eradicate ugliness - it's eternal. it's possible to be the master over it, though. to make art of ugliness is to diffuse its energy and to expose the beauty that will always prevail.

[Anonymous No.20371593]

Anglocentric thread

[Anonymous No.20371645]

>>20371349
>but would you say that the painting itself is ugly?
Absolutely. It's very unpleasant to look at. There can be decent art about ugly things, but they would invariably be infinitely better if they were about beautiful things.
>it shows interpersonal trauma unraveling in an explosive way - a dismal and specific setting - yet it communicates something so universal. you can't eradicate ugliness - it's eternal. it's possible to be the master over it, though. to make art of ugliness is to diffuse its energy and to expose the beauty that will always prevail.
Major cope. None of this is beautiful. You just like ugly things probably because you're depressed.

[Anonymous No.20371667]

>>20365147
>Raging inside his 6'2'' frame
Fuck, did the manlet cutoff just go up, AGAIN?

[Anonymous No.20372849]

>>20366103
Link for the poetry discord? is there anything redeeming about it?

[Anonymous No.20374407]

>no good poetry posted so far
Gets the noggin joggin

[Anonymous No.20375198]

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=28580

is anyone into kathleen raine?

[Anonymous No.20375323]

>>20372849
Idk. I just get ignored. They only talk to each other and address each other by first names

[Anonymous No.20375347]

Is this a bait thread? I love Bukowski but he makes /lit/ seethe for some reason.

[Anonymous No.20375418]

>>20365087
Lol

[Anonymous No.20375424]

>>20366174
it's even more
annoying
than
rhyming,
if that's
possible,
fucker

[Anonymous No.20376065]

>>20365058
>Bukowski is for edgy 14 year olds.
How so?