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God

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I’ll say it again

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
Yeah
Pain
Yeah
I don’t believe in Magic
I don’t believe in I-ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in Tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in Kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles

I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that’s Reality

The Dream is over
What can I say?
The Dream is Over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on
The Dream is over

John Lennon

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A poet writes always of his personal life; in his finest work out of it’s tragedy, whatever it be, remorse, lost love, or mere loneliness; he never speaks directly as to someone at the breakfast table, there is always a phantasmagoria. . . Even when the poet seems most himself, when he is Raleigh and gives potentates the lie, or Shelley “a nerve o’er which do creep the else unfelt oppressions of this earth,” or Byron “and the soul wears out the breast” as “the sword outwears its sheath,” he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.

Few poets have been more explicitly attentive to the deliberate creation of a poetic self than William Butler Yeats. The above is taken from his “A General Introduction for my Work”.

Although I am not a restrictive Poetry Purist to the point where Form and Technique are the be all and end all. I do strongly believe that certain degrees of Artistry are essential when distinguishing POETRY from mere (yikes) RHYME.
I do think that calling certain Rhyme Poetry does great poems and great poets a erm… great disservice :?

Honest expression is a wonderful thing… rewarding, thought provoking and inspiring. But just because it is always honest .. does not mean it’s always Art.
“Art is Art because it is not nature”, as Yeats used to like reminding himself, providing his own little take on Goethe’s statement.

The urm.. corrupting possiblities of direct self expression make verse merely confessional. Which is grand y’know? It can be quite fascinating and challenging… but it is NOT poetry in my opinion.

Yeats’ image of the breakfast table is a significant one. It stands for the crude material of everyday life, not yet mediated through the transforming agency of art . T.S. Eliot also touched on this in some ways with his whole “Objective Correlative” gig – although that leaned more towards the context of Drama.
From a point of view of “overdone” another kitchen-esque scenario could be applied (my own alas :oops: ) – the sublime nuance of real filtered coffee in comparison to that awful over bashed, bland and obvious instant muck :? (a poor extension on the splendid Yeats metaphor I know, which sorta proves it’s own point actually :) ).

:? Sheesh

:roll: Anyway…

The random, arbitrary and formless are replaced or reborn with the skill and dedication of the wordsmith.. the artisan.. the Poet.

(and of course in the world of coffee – with the filter.. the cafetiere.. the Percolator :P )

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:D

Excellent stuff Pikelord…

:lol:

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I am an Irishman.. though after the disgraceful goings-on in Dublin today I can’t say I’m very proud to be at the mo. :evil:

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Idealist

:-k

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ps.. Superb work on your post Owen :D

Excellent stuff!
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Cool review Poshy :) … I have yet to read this one myself :oops: but I’ve heard some really good reports!!

I have read recently that LIFE OF PI is to receive the big screen treatment next year with Alfonso Cuaron and Jean-Pierre Jeunet set to (curiously) share the directorial chair :-k
But what really excites me is that tis rumoured that the job of screenwriter is going to cinematic heavyweight M.Night Shyamalan! :P ..
Although conflicting reports state that Jeunet is the chief writer :?

Anyway.. I was wondering what your take on bringing this extremely popular novel to the big screen would be? Such treatments are always difficult we know .. – due to differing media, ingrained popularity and loyalty to the original material etc.. – but will this one be extra difficult in your opinion?

:)

x

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Man Out Of Time

So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective overcoat
And dirty dead man’s shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor’s gate

‘Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time

There’s a tuppenny ha’penny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour

He’s got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time

The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an afterthought
Somebody’s creeping in the kitchen
There’s a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife’s edge
Who’s up late polishing the blade

Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time

Will you still love
A man out of time
Will you still love
A man out of time

Elvis Costello

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Valentine’s Day

I’m drivin’ a big lazy car
Rushin’ up the highway in the dark
I got one hand steady on the wheel
And one hand’s tremblin’ over my heart
It’s poundin’ baby
Like it’s gonna bust right on through
And it ain’t gonna stop
‘Till I’m alone again with you

A friend of mine became a father last night
When we spoke in his voice I could hear the light
Of the skies and the rivers
The timberwolf in the pines
And that great jukebox out on Route 39
They say he travels fastest who travels alone
But tonight I miss my girl mister..
Tonight I miss my home

Is it the sound of the leaves
Left blown by the wayside
That’s got me out here on this spooky old highway tonight
Is it the cry of the river
With the moonlight shining through
That ain’t what scares me baby
What scares me is losing you

They say if you die in your dreams you really die in your bed
But honey last night I dreamed my eyes rolled straight back in my head
And God’s light came shinin’ on through
I woke up in the darkness scared and breathin’ and born anew
It wasn’t the cold river bottom I felt rushing over me
It wasn’t the bitterness of a dream that didn’t come true
It wasn’t the wind in the grey fields I felt rushing through my arms
No no baby
Baby it was you..

So hold me close
Honey say you’re forever mine
And tell me you’ll be my..
Lonely Valentine

Lonely Valentine..

Bruce Springsteen

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duel

eye to eye stand winners and losers
hurt by envy, cut by greed
face to face with their own disillusion
the scars of old romances still on their cheeks
and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death
just have been lies the memories of gone by time
would still recall the lie

the first cut won’t hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming

it’s too late the decision is made by fate
time to prove what forever should last
whose feelings are so true as to stand the test
whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts
and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death
just have been lies the memories of gone by time
would still recall the lie

the first cut won’t hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming

the first cut won’t hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming
the first cut won’t hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming
the first cut won’t hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming

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