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The poetry thread

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  • Tom-KT Offline
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    Tom-K
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    #129

    Cretins have it easy
    They don't have to do anything to be what they are.
    Me, I have to do everything
    Maybe I'll get a lobotomy and drive a car.

    My friend romanticizes cretins
    and wants to drive a car,
    Me, I like my beatings
    And things the way they are.

    [This is a Post-Structuralist interpretation of Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening".]

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    • taiwan_girlT Offline
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      @Aqua-Letifer Very nice!!

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      • MikM Offline
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        “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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          “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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          • Aqua LetiferA Offline
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            Aqua Letifer
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            #133

            Those are great. Love the collective nouns in particular.

            Please love yourself.

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            • MikM Offline
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              “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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              • Aqua LetiferA Offline
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                Aqua Letifer
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                #135

                Link to video

                Please love yourself.

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                • MikM Offline
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                  Mik
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                  #136

                  My daughter is a big Dorothy Parker fan.

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                  “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                  • MikM Offline
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                    #137

                    "The House With Nobody In It"

                    The poem was written by Joyce Kilmer in 1914. In April 1917, he enlisted and was deployed to Europe to fight in WWI. He would not survive as he was K.I.A. by a German sniper's bullet on July 30, 1918, in France.

                    "Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track

                    I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.

                    I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute

                    And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

                    I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;

                    That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.

                    I know this house isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do;

                    For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

                    This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,

                    And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.

                    It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;

                    But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

                    If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid

                    I’d put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.

                    I’d buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be

                    And I’d find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

                    Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,

                    Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.

                    But there’s nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone

                    For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

                    But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,

                    That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,

                    A house that has echoed a baby’s laugh and held up his stumbling feet,

                    Is the saddest sight, when it’s left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

                    So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track

                    I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,

                    Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,

                    For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart."

                    “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                    • HoraceH Online
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                      #138

                      It's an evocative piece, but I'm afraid that guy might have been a depressive.

                      Education is extremely important.

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                      • MikM Offline
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                        I had a house like that off a bike trail I used to hike daily. It reminded me of that.

                        “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                          jon-nyc
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                          A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                          Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
                          Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
                          The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
                          The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
                          The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
                          Are full of passionate intensity.

                          Only non-witches get due process.

                          • Cotton Mather, Salem Massachusetts, 1692
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                          • jon-nycJ jon-nyc

                            A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                            Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
                            Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
                            The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
                            The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
                            The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
                            Are full of passionate intensity.

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                            Aqua Letifer
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                            #141

                            @jon-nyc said in The poetry thread:

                            A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                            Know what he's referring to here, though?

                            Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

                            Being Irish, he means something very specific.

                            Please love yourself.

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                              I guess we need more anti-Trump conviction to set things right. All the passion is on the pro-Trump side.

                              let me go over to Bluesky and convince them they don't hate Trump enough, they need to be more passionate about it.

                              Education is extremely important.

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                              • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

                                @jon-nyc said in The poetry thread:

                                A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                                Know what he's referring to here, though?

                                Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

                                Being Irish, he means something very specific.

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                                jon-nyc
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                                #143

                                @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                @jon-nyc said in The poetry thread:

                                A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                                Know what he's referring to here, though?

                                Yes, which is why I excerpted it.

                                Only non-witches get due process.

                                • Cotton Mather, Salem Massachusetts, 1692
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                                • jon-nycJ jon-nyc

                                  @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                  @jon-nyc said in The poetry thread:

                                  A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                                  Know what he's referring to here, though?

                                  Yes, which is why I excerpted it.

                                  Aqua LetiferA Offline
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                                  Aqua Letifer
                                  wrote on last edited by Aqua Letifer
                                  #144

                                  @jon-nyc said in The poetry thread:

                                  @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                  @jon-nyc said in The poetry thread:

                                  A Yeats excerpt that feels all too current.

                                  Know what he's referring to here, though?

                                  Yes, which is why I excerpted it.

                                  The change already happened, though, according to Yeats. Following along your reason for sharing this, Trump's not the beast but rather a byproduct of it. Same for Biden.

                                  Please love yourself.

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