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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, September 17, 2010

Shel Silverstein

I love Shel Silverstein poetry. In childhood, I read Falling Up about 20 times through. Considering that I was a very illiterate and foreign child, that's an accomplishment! The imagery in the poems is incredibly playful and fun. Here are some of my favorites.



I Know You Little, I Love You Lots

I know you little, I love you lots,
my love for you could fill ten pots,
fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
three teacups, and four dishpans.

Falling Up

And I fell up-
Up to the roof tops
Up past the tree tops
Up over the mountias
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds
But it go me so dizzy
When I looked around
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down


I wrote a blog about these poems
To be read from the comfort of your homes

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

"Inspiring Phrases" in Commas

I am sure a majority of the people I know have a word document, a facebook info section, or even a notebook ( tangible objects are out of date) with a list of their favorite quotes. I actually have all three of these, and shall now also have a blog entry. It should also be noted, that I just had a lab on APA formatting. These quotes will not have proper citation, and I am quite content with the fact.

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything good in the world- Helen Keller (Go to post titled " 200+ reasons to be happy".)

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much"- Oscar Wilde (I really wish I could have seen him angry.)

At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poet - Oscar Wilde (I think him and I would have been great friends.)

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. - Albert Camus (I am hoping that if I am poetic enough the winter won't be as cold.)

We only know of one duty, and that is to love. - Albert Camus (This is also the same man who taught me: existentialism, consequence, nature's apathy, and that we are all alone.)

Equations are the devil's sentences- Stephen Colbert, The Colbert Report (That explains why engineers are like that.)

'Whom are you?' he asked, for he had attended business college. - "The Steel Box", 1898 (One of my favorite past-times is correcting fellow commerce student's grammar.)

Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane".- H. P. Lovecraft (This one goes out to a certain passionate dancer I am affiliated with :D. Also, this writer is not to be confused with Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood's crafty love child.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation". - Oscar Wilde (I thrive on being an ironic individual.)


Quote the greats, find wisdom and joy

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Poetry in Scheduled Motion


Mostly I absolutely dread having to rely on public transportation. It's always late when I need to get to class/work/the bar. My hatred of this eco-friendly choice of transportation is quantified during the majority of the year, when this city is in deep freeze mode. With the recent H1N1 scare, and my general disgust for touching anything on a bus, the transit riding experience has been rather unpleasant for me. 


However, the other day I finally saw one of the only things I enjoy about riding the bus. Poetry in motion, where for were thou?? These incredibly well written, usually free lance poems are featured in the commercial ceiling section of Calgary's buses. I remember the first time I saw one, I had to take a triple take. No way was there unconventional art plastered all over a highly frequented public place in one of the most conservative city's in this country! I was ecstatic.  I haven't seen one in almost a year, so it really made my day to see that they were out, about, and metaphorical once more! I secretly always wanted one of my poems to be featured there for wandering commuter eyes to see. This is what the poem reads in the image above:

THE PHOTOGRAPH

By her bed his photograph.
And I wonder how many hours
They've looked at each other like this - 
She at the dead torn-away part of her life,
He at a now bird-thin grey old lady
Once so dark and lovely in his eyes.

- Christopher Wiseman

Ride transit, cut the C02 emissions, and get cultured. :)