Abstract's Old Poetry/Prose

Poison IV wrote:

Hasn't happened in all the years it's been working so I'll have to say....

No.

You can have an ant farm without sticking a hand or foot in there ^___^

People are more complex then that...eventually Juliet gets the idea to fuck Romeo..

Abstract wrote:

Poison IV wrote:

Hasn't happened in all the years it's been working so I'll have to say....

No.

You can have an ant farm without sticking a hand or foot in there ^___^

People are more complex then that...eventually Juliet gets the idea to fuck Romeo..

In fact she always will get that idea, and unless she's got a motive not to she'll act on it.

Abstract wrote:

Poison IV wrote:

Hasn't happened in all the years it's been working so I'll have to say....

No.

You can have an ant farm without sticking a hand or foot in there ^___^

People are more complex then that...eventually Juliet gets the idea to fuck Romeo..

Nope.

They aren't.

They're as simple as they're given credit for.

Simple...complex...its is all relative...

To the feeling.

I don't mean to de-rail the thread, but:

Quote :

Try prose.

Poetry is for the confused trying to seem deep by using word association.
it is like modern art: all lines and empty canvases and hues pretentiously implying a depth which is not there.

Try ordering your thoughts; making them cohesive and comprehensible.
If you cannot...then you have nothing but sensations and the words that evoke them.

Satyr, you are quite the Apollinian; and for this, I respect you. Of course, it is here we differ; but one must remember how slavish it is to deny difference -- better to celebrate it!

I do celebrate it.

Being Apollonian makes me appreciate it all the more...but it also makes me appreciate it completely and not with then Dionysian madness.
Of course this means I cannot totally abandon myself to it...to this madness of existence...unless I inebriate that part of my mind, the rational ordering part.

My advantage is, and this is why philosophers have always been Apollonian, is that I can inebriate myself into the state of mind the Dionysian is trapped in.
The Dionysian mind cannot order itself, or discipline itself, or detach itself, to a level to match my indifferent perspective...it is always involved in the madness.
It simply learns to appreciate it and to control it, more, with time.

See, I can immerse myself in a symphony, or in a panoramic view, but not completely, my self-consciousnesses is always observing myself observing....like when I dance, I cannot match the Dionysian abandonment because I am always aware of myself moving and the symbolism of the dance and others watching and moving around me.
I am always analyzing and ordering and understanding.

"Peace, factious monster, born to vex the state,
With wrangling talents form'd for foul debate:
Curb that impetuous tongue, nor rashly vain,
And singly mad, asperse the sovereign reign.
Have we not known thee, slave! of all our host,
The man who acts the least, upbraids the most?
Think not the Greeks to shameful flight to bring,
Nor let those lips profane the name of king.
For our return we trust the heavenly powers;
Be that their care; to fight like men be ours.
But grant the host with wealth the general load,
Except detraction, what hast thou bestow'd?
Suppose some hero should his spoils resign,
Art thou that hero, could those spoils be thine?
Gods! let me perish on this hateful shore,
And let these eyes behold my son no more;
If, on thy next offence, this hand forbear
To strip those arms thou ill deserv'st to wear,
Expel the council where our princes meet,
And send thee scourged and howling through the fleet."

Extract from The Iliad
http://www.ancientgreece.com/media/books/Iliad.pdf



....and from another ancient inarticulate who didn't know his art from his armpit:

THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
A POEM BY
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

The Phoenix and the Turtle
Let the bird of loudest lay
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing
Save the eagle, feather'd king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:—
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.

So they loved, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none;
Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix' sight;
Either was the other's mine.

Property was thus appall'd,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call'd.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either neither;
Simple were so well compounded,

That it cried, 'How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none
If what parts can so remain.'

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.

THRENOS

BEAUTY, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix' nest;
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity:
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.


...and for the dumberer I likey:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVMWgmQA4Ig&ob=av2e

I can still taste you on my lips, your tenderness
You always gave me something
The way you made me feel before you left
See you're jadin' me, dazin' me
And I just wasn't ready, cash on, walk out on today
Oh Lord, still you always keep me wantin'

Oh, let me go, you let me down
When I'm with you, I'm broken now
You made me feel, you understand
With you I won't be, a better man
(You give me the demon to love you)
Got too many reasons why I can’t
(You give me the demon in me)

Only the tiger seems to always pick
The safest place for hiding
People love to say, I'm blind to see
I can't face it, I'm wasted
And you never speak
When that's all I ever need
Oh Lord, still you always keep me wantin'

Oh, let me go, you let me down
When I'm with you, I'm broken now
You made me feel, you understand
With you I won't be, a better man
(You give me the demon to love you)
Got too many reasons why I can’t
(You give me the demon in me)

Oh Lord, you picked me up so many times
But now you just break my soul
No more, I tried to stop loving you
But I don't really have control
Oh Lord, no matter how hard I try
I always end up on this road
Oh, still you always keep me wantin'

Oh, let me go, you let me down
When I'm with you, I'm broken now
You made me feel, you understand
With you I won't be, a better man
(You give me the demon to love you)
Got too many reasons why I can’t
(You give me the demon in me)
(You give me the demon to love you)
Every single reason why I’m back
(You give me the demon in me)