Poetry readings (poetry as music)

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
on the run from uncles
q'uran concealed under your plundered bunkbed
was blotching exercise books worth the shame
of adding umlauts to your native name?
 

yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
Yesterday I had to write a poem for a teacher on a school trip. They were all German. First he got me to write a poem for his wife. Ok no worries, what a lucky man I am what a lovely wife, bish bosh bash. Then he came back about n hour later when his class were in Tate modern looking after themselves and said actually
I'm a widower my wife is dead I have been in a secret affair with one of my pupils but she wants to end it because of her Muslim family. I know she loves me but she is too afraid. Can you address a poem to her.
German people are very different aren't they.

was he very old? and did you end up writing a poem for her? it sounds fucked up
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy

Crazy brains hangin', and niggaz veins are swingin'
Bangin' and gunslingin', even my own fuckin' ears are ringin'
'Cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's
Do a hail Mary, I make bloody Marys out of your capillaries
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
you sentimental saurkraut sucking swine

I had a revelation last night thinking about this line of mine

I plagiarised that phrase from somewhere or other.

I realised that these phrases occur in conversation from time to time - concentrated bursts of alliteration or assonance, language effects that people use with pleasure, feeling they've capped off a sentence, like a punchline. And the revelation is that poetry is sustaining that level of energy and pleasure at a heightened level (or at least applying the accelerator pedal deliberately).
 

craner

Beast of Burden
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
(I'm the Scatman)
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, so can you

Everybody's sayin' that the Scatman stutters
But doesn't ever stutter when he sings
But what you don't know, I'm gonna tell you right now
That the stutter and the scat is the same thing
Yo, I'm the Scatman
Where's the Scatman?
I'm the Scatman
 

sus

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sus

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Look at the tendons in his neck stick out, he's feeling strong emotion that's for sure
 

luka

Well-known member
i was in a terrible state that day. really bad compounded hangovers, multi-day, really paranoid, feeling oppressed, and then this lunatic arrives and insists on filming me
 

catalog

Well-known member
we were talking about barefoot people in the later in red and white cans thread i think. patty met someone who cuts out the soles.

for a time in lockdown 1, i was walking barefoot on the grass for a few mins each day. it was around the time i was reading ulysses. felt pretty good but i've not done it since
 
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