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Poetry Wednesday

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on April 9, 2009 by mccoolio

godOK, it was originally Poetry Tuesday, or maybe it was Thursday. Anyway, in the interim between then and now I have read several I want to share. Please feel free to comment, interpret, share one back, tell me how lame it is, whatever. This is the original Old English version.

from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:

The Pulley

WHEN God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by ;
Let us (said He) pour on him all we can :
Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way ;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure :
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.

For if I should (said He)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of Me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature :
So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness :
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.

Does a Wild Bear Poop in Your House?

Posted in poetry with tags , , on December 17, 2008 by mccoolio

My friend Josh Moffitt at  schmoffly.wordpress.com  has a ” Philosophy ” Thursday and it’s pretty cool so I decided to do ” Poetry” Tuesday. So here’s the first installment: Destruction by Joanne Kyger 1934. Word spacing is per original poem.

Destruction

Destruction by Joanne Kyger

First of all do you remember the way a bear goes through
a cabin when nobody is home? He goes through
the front door. I mean really goes through it. Then
he takes the cupboard off the wall and eats a can of lard.

He eats all the apples, limes, dates bottled decaffeinated
coffee and 35 pounds of granola. The asparagus soup cans
fall to the floor. Yum! He chomps up Norwegian crackers
stashed for the winter. And the bouillon, salt, pepper,
paprika, garlic, onions, potatoes.

He rips the Green Tara
poster from the wall. Tries the Coleman Mustard. Spills
The ink, tracks in the flour. Goes up stairs and takes
a dump. Rips open the water bed, eats the incense and
drinks the perfume. Knocks over the Japanese tansu
and the Persian miniature of a man on horseback watching
a woman bathing.

Knocks Shelter, Whole Earth Catalogue,
Planet Drum, Northern Mists, Truck Tracks, and
Women’s Sports into the oozing water bed mess.

He goes down stairs and out the back wall. He keeps on   a long way and finds a good cave to sleep it all off.Luckily he ate the whole medicine cabinet, including   LSD, Peyote, Psilocybin, Amanita, Benzedrine, Valium and aspirin.

I like this poem. This bear is passionate about his food. A trait I admire in anyone. I also find mucho humor in anything involving animals. Just ask my family. It doesn’t take much to entertain me, I guess. .Just give me any animal within view of my car as I go by and I’m going to notice them. Not only will I notice them but I will also: honk, shout, swerve, squeal, holler, stop, start, or just about anything to get some kind of reaction from the dumb brutes. If I do, I am  usually satisfied for a good while. Anyway, tell me what you like or dislike about this poem and also include  a favorite poem of yours.