Favorite poets and poems

[harper]

Originally Posted by kamikaze

Do songwriters count?

No. Accountants count. Songwriters write songs.

[BillyTheMountain]

Originally Posted by kamikaze

Do songwriters count?

i think that's up to you.

[Straightarrow]

Originally Posted by kamikaze

Do songwriters count?

I think definitely a songwriter is a poet and a song is a poem.

A song just has a little something extra.

A haiku has very little but can convey a great deal and it is poetry.

Sometimes very little can say a lot if it resonates and invokes a memory that replays. A "strict" haiku, you would think, has such tight parameters and so few words that it seems greatly disadvantaged to remain unique but the variations are infinite in scope.

We can, at times. talk things to death I think and thus prove the axiom that: "Sometimes less is more" .

Of course, I am not implying that a song is more or less valid, because I can think of a few songs that deftly plied a quiet channel of my soul and then struck mercilessly at the heart.

Sometimes even a few simple sentences can have a certain stand alone quality. Here is one I have saved from the forum (by Harper) after the death of a unicyclist:

"And in this little, private world we honor these individuals in usually small and insignificant ways. But it doesn't matter because you, each and every one, were under their skin and you know what they felt at one time. The group with that knowledge, which is diverse and reaches far into many aspects of the psyche, is small and the remainder understand little of it. And so we continue to ride with those that fall. The only difference is that we get back up again for now."

This is a good thread. When you aren't trolling or orchestrating a "wind up" you do awright, so, good on you Billy

[kamikaze]

Jeff Loomis and Warrel Dane from the Nevermore album Enemies of reality:

Originally Posted by Who Decides

And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then
Who knows who really decides?
In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity
The astronaut listens to voices that call
Won't you follow me down?
Breathe, as you suffer with existence

Rags and ruin of all that was human
Leaching the force of collective design
Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces
But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines?

In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal
Why do we waste time on hope?
In perfect execution, liquid and lucid
Born in the astronaut's eyes
Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear
Breathe as you suffer in denial

The lover and the blind man they sing their song
The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone
They can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson
Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes
But who decides, who decides?

These words reach deep into me and tear me wide open as do so many Nevermore songs.

[Sanne.Kj]

Originally Posted by 57UniRider

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas

Interesting. Somewhere, sometime I have seen or heard the prase, "at rase mod det svindende lys" (the last sentence in Danish). Maybe in an American movie shown in Danish television? Maybe about an impossible school class and a new teacher?

In June this year I saw a small one-woman cabaret as part of an artist school's public show before the summer holiday. And she also said "at rase mod det svindende lys". I tried to ask one of her assistants where the quote came from, but he didn't know. And now it simply pops up here, on an unicycle website ...

You could not know it, but you solved a riddle for me

Best regards,
Sanne

[57UniRider]

Hi Sanne!

That IS interesting.
The whole poem is much longer. Those two lines are just the most well known. I like the way it sounds as well as the meaning it conveys. I think it is really a poem about the poets dying father, but it also conveys the meaning... don't give up... which is pretty appropriate for aspiring unicyclists.

Nice to visit with you Sanne, and everyone else!

[BillyTheMountain]

Originally Posted by Straightarrow

I think definitely a songwriter is a poet and a song is a poem.

"wind up"

Thanks!

[BillyTheMountain]

Originally Posted by Sanne.Kj

Interesting. Somewhere, sometime I have seen or heard the prase, "at rase mod det svindende lys" (the last sentence in Danish). Maybe in an American movie shown in Danish television? Maybe about an impossible school class and a new teacher?
Best regards,
Sanne

I think it might be an anti-death poem, what do you think:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas

Either that, or dylan is raging that his generator has run out of gas so the lights went out

[BillyTheMountain]

Originally Posted by 57UniRider

Hi Sanne!

That IS interesting.
The whole poem is much longer. Those two lines are just the most well known. I like the way it sounds as well as the meaning it conveys. I think it is really a poem about the poets dying father, but it also conveys the meaning... don't give up... which is pretty appropriate for aspiring unicyclists.

Nice to visit with you Sanne, and everyone else!

It's also common knowledge that dylan was a rage-a-holic,so people stopped inviting him to parties. Rage Rage! Rage Rage!

[kamikaze]

Originally Posted by Chrashing

I don't read poetry, but this thread inspired me to try to write a poem about my favorite thing. I hope it 'works' and you like it.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
...

Riding is such a high, all smiles as I go by.
When I ride, it feels I fly.

Down the streets over the hills, such pleasant thrills.
Keeps me from thinking, about the pressing bills.
Escaping for a moment, enjoying the earth and sky.
You'll see a smile, when I go by.

This deserves some kind of answer.

For a while now I have been thinking that unicycling is an act of anarchy. Not by choice, but by perception. Too many people doubt their own potential to do it and thus we defy the boundaries of humanity and implicitly physics.

For me practising our sport is an act of liberation. Aggressive, beautiful without compromise and at this point I have to cite the Cult Of Chaos:

Originally Posted by Arch Enemy

There are many ways to die
But only one way to live
Let the cult of chaos reign
Be as free as you can be

This is what I feel when I ride and I'm comfortable with it.

[57UniRider]

Originally Posted by BillyTheMountain

I think it might be an anti-death poem, what do you think:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas

I think it is definitely an anti-death poem,
but to me it also suggests perseverance and "never give up."

Crashing and Kamikaze!
You guys are going to have me writing unicycle poems!
Pretty Nice, guys!