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doors Close, doors Open [Jul. 21st, 2004|09:15 pm]
The {{Sadly}} Still Nameless JC Poetry Club

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[Listen! There is music playing! |Rufus Wainwright, April Fools]

Did you know that if you take it literally, Bonjour is French for Good Day and not Hello? Yeah. Well, I'm right. Nah.

Other than that, I've been writing, but I want other people's opinions on whether we should keep this thing going as it is, with other poet's poems, or whether we should make anything else. I like it as it is, just us, too. No Wojo, so I don't feel inadequate, and just pretty poems. But I want feedback. Just a little, I suppose. Whatever you'd like.

But this a good poem. It makes me think of how Wojo told me to avoid dialogue, but doesn't this one work well?? I don't know. I like it.


Zeroing In

"I am a landscape," he said,
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
There are daunting cliffs there,
and plains glad in their way
of brown monotony. But especially
there are sinkholes, places
of sudden terror, of small circumference
and malevolent depths."
"I know," she said. "When I set forth
to walk in myself, as it might be
on a fine afternoon, forgetting,
sooner or later I come to where sedge
and clumps of white flowers, rue perhaps,
mark the bogland, and I know
there are quagmires there that can pull you
down, and sink you in bubbling mud."
"We had an old dog," he told her, "when I was a boy,
a good dog, friendly. But there was an injured spot
on his head, if you happened
just to touch it he'd jump up yelping
and bite you. He bit a young child,
they had to take him to the vet's and destroy him."
"No one knows where it is," she said,
"and even by accident no one touches it:
It's inside my landscape, and only I, making my way
preoccupied through my life, crossing my hills,
sleeping on green moss of my own woods,
I myself without warning touch it,
and leap up at myself--"
"--or flinch back
just in time."
"Yes, we learn that
It's not terror, it's pain we're talking about:
those places in us, like your dog's bruised head,
that are bruised forever, that time
never assuages, never."

-- Denise Levertov
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[User Picture]From: __purelifebliss
2004-07-21 11:36 pm (UTC)
Cheese can be good. Very good. Yay for cheese.

It's like those commercials I used to see...

Good cheese comes from happy cows.
Happy cows come from California.

Hah, those were the best commercials EVER.
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From: __stella__
2004-07-21 10:01 pm (UTC)
i think you should make it open for people to do whatver
just have them note if it is their own work open for help or others' work.
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[User Picture]From: __purelifebliss
2004-07-21 11:35 pm (UTC)
the club is open for the members to do whatever...
if you want to post, it comes to my mailbox but i let everything through,
but it has to come to the moderator, but it's open in spite of that.
didn't you have something to post, lynzistarr*?
about break ups? oui? :D
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