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September 2nd, 2009

magpie_scarfs @ 10:29 pm: ,
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I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.

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'My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'

I think we are in rat's alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.






- excerpts from W.W. and T.S. Elliot respectively

November 27th, 2005

quillqueen @ 12:11 pm: Magnum Opus

Nature shakes her fist
At figures numbering
Her artwork. Words
Like Listera borealis,
Listera caurina


We should be folded
Hands at our backs
Peering over
Our specs to look
Not touch

So she stands for pictures;
Mona Eleanor Stewart
In a T-shirt (Don’t Tread On Me)
Jeans and bare eyes

In TIME magazine,
The caption reads,
Natura; Illa est
Sua multus opus.


Susan Roper

Current Mood: calmcalm

October 8th, 2005

quillqueen @ 10:02 am: Poem
Yellow Inverted Triangle


Coming in waves of unsolicited power
We see the driving force behind the current as
An emblem, sign, flashing red light at a cross walk
To get out, fuera, and at the same time stop placidly
As if willing the waves freeze back into ‘bergs

Yet the Earth bends forward, pines like attentive arm hairs
Burning under the Sun’s unyielding advances
Turning our flowers to potpourri and our soil to ashes

Susan Roper

August 8th, 2005

quillqueen @ 04:51 pm: Silent Revelry

I would fall over the sky,
Fall over the earth, into the black of space,
Just to be near to where you are

I would count until I couldn’t.
Try to spell out the words for my thoughts about you,
Until I finally got it right

I would tell you my answer
Repeat it to you everyday, when I found it
Unleashed it; wrapped within my vocal cords

I would speak it to you in every tongue
And you would know that I care
You would know without words

Current Mood: artistic

May 27th, 2005

magpie_scarfs @ 12:54 pm: .
why must itself up every of a park
anus stick some quote statue unquote to
prove that a hero equals any jerk
who was afraid to dare to answer "no"?
quote citizens unquote might otherwise
forget(to err is human;to forgive
divine)that if the quote state unquote says
"kill" killing is an act of christian love.
"Nothing" in 1944 AD
"can stand against the argument of mil
itary necessity"(generalissimo e)
and echo answers "there is no appeal
from reason"(freud)--you pays your money and
you doesn't take your choice.Ain't freedom grand


E. E. Cummings

April 28th, 2005

yllohesacrop @ 11:25 pm: poetry harvest...?
My hands have grown accustomed
to the cold, germ ridden rings
that hold me in place day
after day, after day
the blood in my left hand drains
down through my fingers to where
my arm meets my torso
I feel so invisible in my shades
of grays that make me
blend into the industrial steel
of American ingenuity
to say teh car is in silence
would be ignorant of me
true, everyone is sitting
engrossed in deep thought
yet sounds fo the rattling
subway and my ticking watch
fill the air; breaking throughts

Current Music: my strongest suit.

April 27th, 2005

_coitus @ 12:06 pm: it is poetry.
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)

Just an urchin livin' under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So by me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

Rags to riches
Or so they say
You gotta
Keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
You know it's, it's all a gamble
When it's just a game
You treat it like a capitol crime
Everybody' doin' their time

CHORUS x2

Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
The surgoen general say's it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette
But I can't see
Tell me that you're gonna believe

CHORUS x2

So far away x4

Capitain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester
With a broken heart
He said turn me around
And take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind
"Are you blind?!"
I've seen it all a mllion times

CHORUS x4

I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me down
Oh yeah
Beat me down
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Boy, I'm gonna be mean
Oh, oh take me home

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me hooooooome
Baby

January 29th, 2005

yllohesacrop @ 03:43 pm: HOWL by allen ginsberg
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Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: people say I was made for this.

December 29th, 2004

magpie_scarfs @ 11:16 pm: I'd hoped that i might
take you traveling
down the block
or to wherever.

I've always wanted
to watch flowers open
all the way,
however long
the process took.


-Rod McKuen

December 15th, 2004

magpie_scarfs @ 12:27 pm: To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse."




Gerard: "O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted."

Keating: Sounds to me like you're daunted. Say it again like you're undaunted!

Gerard: "O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted."

Keating: Go on, next!

?: "To be a sailor of the world. Bound for all parts."

Keating: Louder!

?: "Oh to live to be the ruler of life, not a slave! To mount the scaffold! To advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance!"

Keating: Come on Meeks, listen to the music.

Steven: "To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, roll on, float on!"

Keating: Yes!

?: "Oh to have life henceforth the poem of new joys."

Keating: Aw boo. Come on Charlie, let it fill your soul!

Charles: "To indeed be a God!"

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