poems that made me live in october
"Not that I'm going mad...", Joseph Brodsky
How Many Of Those Who You Can Share Your Bed With, Eduard Asadov
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W. B. Yeats
Good Bones, Maggie Smith
Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul, Frank O'Hara
Anders On Life, First Considerations by Nils Peterson
Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara
Lilichka, Vladimir Mayakovski
Sleeping In The Forest, Mary Oliver
a vote for the gentle light, charles bukowski
There Is A Spell In Autumn Poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh
Darling, I left the house, Joseph Brodsky
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Modern poetry often doesn’t seem like poetry to me. If you take away the structure and write it down into a normal one-paragraph text, it takes nothing away from the poem. The author could have said it in prose better than in poetry, even. And I know that poetry is a very subjective art, with its edges blurred, with many styles and ways to express oneself. You have haikus and different kinds of rhyming poetry and blank verse. But I’ve seen many poems, and blank verse isn’t the same as putting prose in poetry format.
To me, poetry is allegory. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is metaphor. Poetry is the ‘wine-dark sea’. You read Whitman or Margaret Atwood or Richard Siken or Mary Oliver or Anna Akhmatova, and you know that if the structure is taken away, you are left with something nearly nonsensical. You think that you’re reading, when in reality you’re looking at a painting and listening to a symphony and watching geese fly to the south.
You read Nikita Gill and think ‘yes, I agree. I agree but I don’t feel anything. You could’ve written for journals, and your talent wouldn’t have gone to waste’.
Not to upset any Nikita Gill fans but i am tired of calling something that only looks like poetry to me poetry.
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Russian Doll (2019 -) // What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems by Mary Oliver
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shepherd saying, “war isn’t about friends, it’s about enemies” when friendship is the main reason the 141 find all the missiles and take down hassan just scratches a lovely itch
laswell is able to find out hassan’s in mexico and working with the cartel bc of her friendship with price and gaz, who are already in amsterdam. they’re able to get the jump on him and find out about him shipping the missiles over the atlantic bc of her friendship with alejandro. price and gaz are able to fly to al mazrah in time to intercept aq bc of price’s friendship with nik and they’re able to get laswell back bc of their friendship with farah. soap makes it through las almas and eventually kills hassan in chicago bc he successfully befriended ghost, who stayed behind at his own risk and kept giving him advice he wasn’t required to give
the real treasure was literally the friendships they made along the way
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After years of Greek, Roman and Byzantine histories, both in Podcast and Books, I took a step forward in time to Mike Duncan’s Revolutions podcast.
After 6 months of listening to the English, American, French, Spanish ReConquista of South America, Haitian and Mexican Revolutions, I have popped out bleary eyed and squinting into the 20th century’s 1920s.
I still have the Russian Revolution to go (and a few odd Cold War books) but I find myself missing the Ancient World.
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Henry Ippolitovich Semiradsky, (Russian-born Polish, 1843 - 1902)
Girl with a jug in an olive grove, 19th century
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