Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Porch Light
(excerpt)
from Lips Stretched Out
by Vinx
How can I tell you that I missed you
In all those letters I meant to write
How can I tell you I wanted to be there for ya
I just couldn’t find myself in time
How can I tell you that I thought of you
With every other woman’s kiss
And how will you ever know, that I remember you most
And it’s good to be home
Full text to this song (and links to other songs) is here
Vinx is my favorite vocalist of all time. I have listened to his CDs for years and though I haven't heard him perform live in over a decade, I may get o see him next month!!!
I would write more about why I love his voice and how his words resonate with me but there isn't enough room in cyberspace to encompass my emotions!
from Lips Stretched Out
by Vinx
How can I tell you that I missed you
In all those letters I meant to write
How can I tell you I wanted to be there for ya
I just couldn’t find myself in time
How can I tell you that I thought of you
With every other woman’s kiss
And how will you ever know, that I remember you most
And it’s good to be home
Full text to this song (and links to other songs) is here
Vinx is my favorite vocalist of all time. I have listened to his CDs for years and though I haven't heard him perform live in over a decade, I may get o see him next month!!!
I would write more about why I love his voice and how his words resonate with me but there isn't enough room in cyberspace to encompass my emotions!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Sunday: Lunch Poems
Sorry about the short notice, but I thought some of you would like to know:
Sunday, 14 September from Noon - 1:00pm (EST), Lafayette Wattles will discuss a few pieces by poet Simon Armitage, as well as Lafayette's own Young Adult novel-in-verse A Boy Called Mo and topics such as identifty, adolescence, football, bullying, finding one's voice, and more. Lafayette will read a few selections from his novel-in-verse and dicuss them with the show's host Gigi Humming.
Check it out!
The link is here
Once you're on the website, to the right in the blue menu, it says Listen to the WKUF Webstream. Just click on that and another page will come up with the live show!
Sunday, 14 September from Noon - 1:00pm (EST), Lafayette Wattles will discuss a few pieces by poet Simon Armitage, as well as Lafayette's own Young Adult novel-in-verse A Boy Called Mo and topics such as identifty, adolescence, football, bullying, finding one's voice, and more. Lafayette will read a few selections from his novel-in-verse and dicuss them with the show's host Gigi Humming.
Check it out!
The link is here
Once you're on the website, to the right in the blue menu, it says Listen to the WKUF Webstream. Just click on that and another page will come up with the live show!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Sunset
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
published in Lyrics of Lowly Life 1896
THE river sleeps beneath the sky,
And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.
While in the south the first faint star
Lifts to the night its silver face,
And twinkles to the moon afar
Across the heaven's graying space,
Low murmurs reach me from the town,
As Day puts on her sombre crown,
And shakes her mantle darkly down.
published in Lyrics of Lowly Life 1896
THE river sleeps beneath the sky,
And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.
While in the south the first faint star
Lifts to the night its silver face,
And twinkles to the moon afar
Across the heaven's graying space,
Low murmurs reach me from the town,
As Day puts on her sombre crown,
And shakes her mantle darkly down.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I Crave Your Mouth
(or Love Sonnet XI)
by Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
by Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Parting at a Wine-shop in Nan-king
by Li Bai
A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
Oh, go and ask this river running to the east
If it can travel farther than a friend's love!
About the Poet: Li Bai is a Chinese poet who lived in the 700s
Why I love this poem: We lived near Nanjing for a year and it is one of my favorite cities because it is a big university town, a place where many foreigners come to learn Chinese and one of the only Chinese cities where shopkeepers routinely speak to foreigners in Chinese even if they are fluent in English. But what I appreciate most about the poem is the feeling of leaving, the dull ache of it and then the ending note that the love of a friend reaches us wherever we may wander.
Also, this is a perfect example of the timelessness of poetry. Written in the 700s and still striking an emotional chord today.
A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
Oh, go and ask this river running to the east
If it can travel farther than a friend's love!
About the Poet: Li Bai is a Chinese poet who lived in the 700s
Why I love this poem: We lived near Nanjing for a year and it is one of my favorite cities because it is a big university town, a place where many foreigners come to learn Chinese and one of the only Chinese cities where shopkeepers routinely speak to foreigners in Chinese even if they are fluent in English. But what I appreciate most about the poem is the feeling of leaving, the dull ache of it and then the ending note that the love of a friend reaches us wherever we may wander.
Also, this is a perfect example of the timelessness of poetry. Written in the 700s and still striking an emotional chord today.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Poetry Friday - FIRST POEM
I wrote my first poem at the age of seven.
Mrs. Christy wrote on the chalkboard. Our subject was water. The class called out descriptions: wet, splash, river, cold, hot.
“In order to make a poem, just chose some of these words and write them on your paper.”
Easy enough. But my page stayed blank. When Mrs. Christy asked me why I wasn’t writing, I asked if I could use my own words (and asked her help with spelling most of them).
WATER
Water dripping
Water dropping
Water swirls
And
Water twirls
Water is beautiful
Water is powerful
Water is fun
Mrs. Christy wrote on the chalkboard. Our subject was water. The class called out descriptions: wet, splash, river, cold, hot.
“In order to make a poem, just chose some of these words and write them on your paper.”
Easy enough. But my page stayed blank. When Mrs. Christy asked me why I wasn’t writing, I asked if I could use my own words (and asked her help with spelling most of them).
WATER
Water dripping
Water dropping
Water swirls
And
Water twirls
Water is beautiful
Water is powerful
Water is fun
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