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Visual Poetry Main
Transcript of Visual Poetry Main
Under the excitement of art (and wine), he became oblivious of the decorum due to his surroundings, and would often fling off his cap in the presence of princes and nobles. Hence he came to be known as (Zhang the Madman). He is often paired with the younger Huai Su as the two greatest cursive calligraphers of the Tang Dynasty. The duo is affectionately referred to as "the crazy Zhang and the drunk Su" ().
all the birds have flown up and gone
Love for everyone
Everyone for love
Holding hands at dew drops' fall
Hearts a flutter at Love’s soft call.
Love can turn a bomb into a hug
And a bullet into a smile.
How long since you’ve shared some?
Has it been awhile?
Love Love Love
P O L I T I C A L P O E T R Y
Joseph Spencer DeJarnette (September, 1866 – September 3, 1957) was the director of Western State Hospital (located in Staunton, Virginia) from 1905 to 1943. He was a vocal proponent of eugenics, specifically, the compulsory sterilization of the mentally ill. in 1906, DeJarnette worked with Aubrey Strode and Albert Priddy to establish the Virginia State Colony for Epileptics and Feebleminded. In the early 1920's, DeJarnette lobbied intensively for the Commonwealth of Virginia to pass a compulsory sterilization law. He became so frustrated with his opponents in the Virginia assembly that he said “When they voted against it, I really felt they ought to have been sterilized as unfit.” He testified against Carrie Buck as an expert witness in the important eugenics case Buck v. Bell, which affirmed the constitutionality of Virginia's eugenics law. In 1938, DeJarnette compared the progress of eugenics in the United States unfavorably with that in Nazi Germany, stating "Germany in six years has sterilized about 80,000 of her unfit while the United States with approximately twice the population has only sterilized about 27,869 to January 1, 1938 in the past 20 years... The fact that there are 12,000,000 defectives in the US should arouse our best endeavors to push this procedure to the maximum.".
Let all who will
Eat quietly the bread of shame.
Without complaining loud and long.
Tasting its bitterness in my throat,
And feeling to my very soul
For honest work
You proffer me poor pay,
for honest dreams
Your spit is in my face,
And so my fist is clenched
To strike your face.
A Political Litany
by Philip Freneau
Libera Nos, Domine.—Deliver us, O Lord, not only from British dependence, but also
From a junto that labour with absolute power,
Whose schemes disappointed have made them look sour,
From the lords of the council, who fight against freedom,
Who still follow on where delusion shall lead them.
From the group at St. James's, who slight our petitions,
And fools that are waiting for further submissions—
From a nation whose manners are rough and severe,
From scoundrels and rascals,—do keep us all clear.
From pirates sent out by command of the king
To murder and plunder, but never to swing.
From Wallace and Greaves, and Vipers and Roses,
Whom, if heaven pleases, we'll give bloody noses.
From the valiant Dunmore, with his crew of banditti,
Who plunder Virginians at Williamsburg city,
From hot-headed Montague, mighty to swear,
The little fat man with his pretty white hair.
From bishops in Britain, who butchers are grown,
From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne,
From assemblies that vote against Congress proceedings,
(Who now see the fruit of their stupid misleadings.)
From Tryon the mighty, who flies from our city,
And swelled with importance disdains the committee:
(But since he is pleased to proclaim us his foes,
What the devil care we where the devil he goes.)
From the caitiff, lord North, who would bind us in chains,
From a royal king Log, with his tooth-full of brains,
Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap)
He has conquered our lands, as they lay on his map.
From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears,
We send up to heaven our wishes and prayers
That we, disunited, may freemen be still,
And Britain go on—to be damned if she will.
2. He was something of a Don Juan, although he was born with a deformity. One of his many pilgrimages included a journey to Greece, where he funded and commanded soldiers who resisted the Turkish forces. He loved the Greek people, and his heart-quite literally--remained in Missonlonghi.
Your Answer: Lord Byron
Byron died in Greece, and his heart was removed and buried in Missonlonghi, though his body was returned to England. This author of "Don Juan" and "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" led a rather wild life. Despite the deformity of a clubfoot, he was apparently very attractive to men and women alike. Most shocking among his many affairs was his relationship with his own half sister, Augusta Leigh.
3. This hunchback taught himself Greek and began writing serious poetry at the age of twelve. In one of those poems, he referred to "this long Disease, my life."
Your Answer: Victor Hugo
The correct answer was Alexander Pope
Due to a curvature of the spine, Pope was only four feet six inches tall. In his "Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot," he implied that his gift of poetry had not compensated for his failure to lead a "normal" life: "I left no calling for this idle trade, / No duty broke, no father disobeyed. / The Muse but served to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life." As a Catholic, Pope could not attend a University, and he received private education, even at times teaching himself.
4. Expelled from college for writing in support of atheism, this poet also had the distinction of driving his wife to drown herself.
Your Answer: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Shelley abandoned his wife in order to run off with Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin. Once his wife had drowned herself, Mary Godwin became Mary Shelley, the famous author of "Frankenstein."
5. This author of the poem "A Farewell to Tobacco" spent most of his life caring for his insane sister, who had stabbed their mother to death.
Your Answer: Charles Lamb
Charles Lamb was better known as an essayist than a poet. Together, he and his sister Mary wrote "Tales from Shakespeare," a collection for children.
6. He couldn't pay the debts he'd incurred from wine, women, and opium. So he joined the army under the pseudonym of Silas Tomkyn Comberbache.
Your Answer: [No Answer]
The correct answer was Coleridge
Other accepted answers: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He managed, with the help of his brother, to get himself discharged for reasons of insanity. Coleridge is most well known for his "Rime of the Ancient Mariner."
8. This author of "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" had a pretty passionate life of his own. He would have been arrested by the Queen's Privy Council, had he not first been killed in a bar room brawl.
Your Answer: Christopher Marlowe
Apparently, Marlowe was at one time a spy for the English government. A friend of his was tortured by the Council and gave evidence against the poet and playwright. But before he could be arrested, Marlowe was killed. It seems an argument over the tavern bill escalated into a deadly fight.
9. Who would have thought an Anglican priest could once have lived such a romantic life? Nevertheless, this poet secretly married the 17 year old niece of Lady Egerton, an act which landed him in jail.
Your Answer: Gerard Manley Hopkins
The correct answer was John Donne
Donne's marriage to Anne More lost him his job and landed him temporarily in jail. His life was apparently a struggle after this point, but he eventually rose to the position of Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral.
1. One of his many lovers described this poet as 'mad, bad and dangerous to know' (and in those days the phrase wasn't a cliché). He spent much of his early childhood reading the Old Testament while disdaining the New. He had a strong personality that outraged and dumbfounded many of his contemporaries. Even by today's standards the stories of his gross excesses such as his compulsive love affairs with women and boys; his zest for debauchery and the alleged scandalous liaison with his half sister seem almost incredible. Despite this, he left a legacy of very high quality poetry.
This was an example of his verse:
"Though the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults that so many could find"
Who was this remarkable poet?
Your Answer: Lord Byron
George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron, was born on 22 January 1788 in London and died 19 April 1824 in Missolonghi, Greece. He was among the most famous of the English Romantic poets. He was also a satirical poet who was well-known throughout contemporary Europe. His major works include 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage' and 'Don Juan'. He died of fever while helping the Greek struggle for independence. In his lifetime he was widely hailed as a liberal and a champion of the 'underdog'. From his lifetime until the late in the 20th century he was immensely popular in much of Central and Eastern Europe and widely regarded as second only to Shakespeare among English poets.
2. Queen Victoria was an ardent admirer of this poet's work. Early sound recordings by Edison exist of him declaiming his own poetry. He was very popular with the public of his day, if not with all of his literary critics.
Among his lines of poetry were:
"Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat,
High in her chamber up a tower to the east
Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot;"
Can you name him?
Your Answer: Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), was an English poet often regarded as a leading example of the Victorian age in poetry. Tennyson succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate in 1850.
His output was impressively vast but not always to the critics' taste. His "In Memoriam", an elegy for his lost school friend Hallam took seventeen years to complete. Some other examples of his work at his best include: "The Lady of Shalott", "The Lotus-eaters" "Morte d'Arthur" and "Ulysses" which appeared in 1842 in the two-volume anthology called "Poems".
3. This poet never reached the levels of fame achieved by his contemporary Romantic poets but his radical, individual interpretation of Christianity inspired many people during the cultural revolutionary movements of the 1960s.
He was an advocate of free love but remained happily married for all of his adult life. His poetry was described as a caustic social and political protest. He was a true individualist.
Among his lines of poetry were:
"When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"
Can you name him?
Your Answer: William Blake
Blake advocated the supremacy of the imagination over the rationalism and materialism commonplace during the contemporary Industrial Revolution in Britain.
He was trained as an artist and illustrated his own works with engravings. Blake claimed that from his very early years, he experienced visions of angels and ghostly monks and that he saw and conversed with the angel Gabriel, the Virgin Mary, and various historical figures.
4. This poet had a life in which he was at times revered and at others reviled. In his youth he was involved in popular radical political circles, but some researchers speculate now that, when in Germany, he was an agent for the British Foreign Office (in other words, a spy!). His poetry was full of introspection, guilt and an appreciation of the place of nature 'in all things'. In his later life he was able to turn his back on the relative poverty of his upbringing and he found himself comfortably off with patronage from the same Crown whose existence he had earlier challenged.
Among his lines of poetry were:
"Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare"
Can you identify this poet?
Your Answer: Thomas Hood
The correct answer was William Wordsworth
During a summer vacation in 1790 Wordsworth went on a walking tour through revolutionary France and also traveled in Switzerland. he became a very strong supporter of the republican movement in France at that stage of his life. On his second journey in France, Wordsworth had an affair with a French girl, Annette Vallon, a daughter of a barber-surgeon, by whom he had a illegitimate daughter Anne Caroline. The affair was basis of the poem 'Vaudracour and Julia', but otherwise Wordsworth did his best to hide the affair from posterity.
5. This poet was the son of a livery-stable manager. He was the eldest of four children, who remained deeply devoted to each other even after their widowed mother remarried. He was apprenticed to a surgeon-apothecary.
Among his lines of poetry were:
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:"
Can you identify him?
Your Answer: Robert Burns
The correct answer was John Keats
Before devoting himself entirely to poetry, Keats worked as a dresser and junior house surgeon. In London he met other young Romantics, including Shelley.
8. This poet was expelled from his college for publishing his a work entitled "The Necessity of Atheism". His father withdrew his inheritance after he eloped with the sixteen-year old Harriet Westbrook, the daughter of a London tavern owner. The pair spent the following two years travelling in England and Ireland, distributing pamphlets and speaking against political injustice.
Among his lines of verse were:
"Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Can you name him please?
Your Answer: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley was the son of Sir Timothy Shelley, the M.P. for New Shoreham. He was born into a privileged family and was expected to follow in his father's footsteps. However, in his time at Eton he was a frequent rebel against the authorities and his fellow pupils earning the nickname at school of 'Mad Shelley'.
He, Leigh Hunt and Lord Byron moved to Italy to be able to be free from prosecution to continue their poetic and other attacks against the British government of the day.
9. This poet had a difficult childhood when he and his siblings were orphaned and brought up by an aunt and uncle who knew nothing of rearing children and lacked the the money to continue the expensive schooling this poet had previously enjoyed. Further, his aunt hated education and books and had his grandfather's library removed from the home. At the age of thirteen, he was be sent away for training for a life at sea.
Among his lines of verse were:
"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking"
Can you name this poet, please?
Your Answer: John Masefield
Among the general public of his day Masefield's poems of sea and ships were very well known. However, the poet himself spent only a very small part of his life aboard ship. Sea life did not suit Masefield and on his second voyage, he deserted ship to find work in New York City.
10. In his biography this poet wrote that he owed his successful career as a successful poet to the unfortunate death of the editor of the "London Magazine," who was killed in a duel in 1821.
Among his lines of verse were:
"I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!"
Can you remember who this poet was?
Your Answer: John Keats
The correct answer was Thomas Hood
After the death of the editor Hood was asked to edit the periodical. As editor he was introduced to the best literary society of the time; and in becoming the associate of such men as Charles Lamb, Cary, De Quincey, Allan Conningham, Proctor, Talfourd, Hartley Coleridge, and other contributors he gradually developed his own poetic ability. (See his own account in "Hood's Own." )
1. This poet abandoned his writing at approximately age 20, moving on to adventures in Africa (and other places).
Your Answer: Valery
The correct answer was Rimbaud
Arthur Rimbaud abandoned his writing at age 19 or 20 - unusual for most famous writers. He later had adventures in Africa, suffering amputation of a leg along the way. His relationship with Verlaine was quite dramatic - (see comments to the following question).
2. This poet tried to shoot one of his fellow poets - a man for whom he had abandoned his wife.
Your Answer: Verlaine
Paul Verlaine's life was apparently the wildest of the wild. He eventually abandoned his wife for a relationship with Rimbaud - then tried to shoot him.
3. This author was an almost certain suicide by hanging.
Your Answer: Rimbaud
The correct answer was Nerval
Gerard De Nerval was a colorful, but less-than-stable fellow. He ended his life at the end of a rope.
6. This poet underwent Jungian analysis in an attempt to resolve some of his profound personal problems.
Your Answer: Rilke
The correct answer was Hesse
Hermann Hesse may be more well-known for his novels and stories, but he was also the author of some interesting poetry. Unhappy at school, suicidal at times, and a participant in some failed marriages, Hesse
attempted to find some peace via Jungian analysis.
8. This poet was raised as a girl for several years.
Your Answer: Holderlin
The correct answer was Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke was apparently dressed as a girl and called by a girl's name by his parents for the first several years of his life in order to compensate for the parents' loss of a baby girl.
9. This author apparently had a pet lobster.
Your Answer: Heine
The correct answer was Nerval
I guess lobsters can live out of water for a while - he used to take the pet for walks.
10. Which author states that "stupidity, delusion, selfishness and lust torment our bodies and poison our minds"?
Your Answer: Hesse
The correct answer was Baudelaire
This is the opening of "The Flowers of Evil", Baudelaire's influential book of poems. Happy camper, wasn't he?
i w8 fr yr mesg the beep yr wrds of rude luv.
U mke me blush w
The curve of yr letters u tch me thru my palms, my eyes
14: a txt msg pom.
his is r bunsn brnr bl%,
his hair lyk fe filings
W/ac/dc going thru.
I sit by him in kemistry,
it splits my @oms
wen he :-)s @ me.
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
Playing with the Alphabet . . .
A busied effigy,
A shy joy-ache, elemental
Pique, yours to feed,
A blue ex-you I see...
- Dennis Des Chenes
A man, a plan, a canal: Panama.
A Toyota’s a Toyota.
I did, did I?
D I G I T A L P O E T R Y
Out of Control
"The president will come to town..."
"The price of beans is coming down..."
"I'll love you till the end of time..."
"But shooting ducks should be a crime..."
"We've never had a better sale..."
"We'll have to break them out of jail..."
"The Pope arrived to lead the prayers..."
"The Dallas Cowboys beat the Bears..."
"The temperature is three below..."
"These vitamins will help you grow..."
What's going on? Well, bless my soul!
Baby's got the remote control.
© 2000 by Bruce Lansky
seasnd w msts n fruitlss mellwnss /
n pungent smlls f grss ovr hay /
we flp nto ponchos fr a mnts rest /
n try nt t pln t rst f t day
u txt sx & lies-then at 5-
U go hm-
and TALK2 your WIFE!
21st century romance:
3a.m. How cn i begin 2 expln 2 u
in abrev txt
how im feelin now lyin alone?
How cn i get ths text 2 u
without yr g/frend hearin th beep? x
confined 2 a shoebox the letter u sent b4 mobile fones&ring tones
L8ness&voicemail I lovd u b4 u demoted yrself2 a small i & swapped xxx 4 a kiss
Baudelaire's "Be Drunk," which concludes:
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
Now all of this is just absurd!
Is it really that hard to spell a word?
Out of Place
Claws retracted, breath
inadequate for this
unaccustomed heat —
to see such danger
fully coated with a useless fur,
out of place —
a full grown leopard,
a knife hilted in sand,
the kind one finds in Himalayan snows,
a letter torn and scattered on the floor, or a metaphor
paces back and forth in a narrow cage
of corporal power on a quiet page,
like Blake's tyger,
and the only one he’d ever really seen,
jungled in a zoo.
d. harder, copyright 2005
WITH PLANET ORBITING TWO STARS (KEPLER-16b)
She’s dancing with a pair of men; her dress
Orange and scarlet, rival weathers flare
Winds around her, satin rills. She’s heiress
To a planet with two suns and veil-thin air
And, no, she’ll never take a single suitor
Where days are simultaneous not sequential,
And when the band begins, she’s cold as pewter
And warm like swallowed wine. Attraction is equal
Between two circling bodies (who’s the groom?)
(The stars will never touch; they orbit their double)
The men beckon. Dancing’s done. She’ll wake in both rooms
Always, if life as such is possible.
Forever changing and lasting impressions
Paintbrushes swirling with dancing colors
Perfect images create masterpieces.
Visions painted on canvas, living;
Living canvas on painted visions
Masterpieces create images perfect.
Colors dancing with swirling paintbrushes
Impressions lasting and changing forever
- written by starkat
Jonathan Reed – The Lost Generation
I am part of a lost generation.
And I refuse to believe that
I can change the world.
I realize this may be a shock, but
“Happiness comes from within”
Is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy”
So in thirty years, I will tell my children
They are not the most important thing in my life.
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
Is more important than
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
But this will not be true in my era.
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
Thirty years from now, I will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce.
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making.
In the future,
Environmental destruction will be the norm.
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this Earth.
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic.
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.
All of this will come true
unless we reverse it.
And 1st should
B EZ, mind it not,
Should NE friendship show, B true:
They should not B forgot.
Adopt Me Please
Adopt me please, I need a home,
beautiful fields where I may roam,
chasing sticks and passing squirrels,
daily playing with boys and girls.
Each night I'll bring the paper in,
fetch your slippers on a whim,
gladly warm your frozen feet,
happy for your praise and treat.
I'm loyal, brave, and paper trained,
just look at me, I'm not deranged.
Kindly spring me from this cell,
love me tender, treat me well.
My goal in life as your best friend,
never forget the days we'll spend,
on sunny walks down winding roads,
partners meant to share great loads,
quick to steer from danger's path,
reflexive instincts guide my tracks.
Sir, won't you please come pet my fur?
Then you will see I'm not a cur.
Unluckily, I'm just a hound,
vexed by my stay at this compound.
With wagging tail, "Adopt me please,
X-Rid cured me of ticks and fleas,
you won't regret, I love a game,
Zeus is my hero and my name."
- written by ~Dovey
380 sextillion poems
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
Naomi Shihab Nye
HAmmer and Nail
"Would you like to see where our little girl is buried?" my friend asks as we walk between stucco shrines and wreaths of brilliant flowers. Even a plane's propeller is attached to a pilot's grave as if the whole thing might spin off into the wind. One man's relatives built a castle over his remains, with turrets and towers, to match the castle he built for his body in life. If you stand at a certain angle you can see both castles at once, the bigger one he lived in off on the horizon. An archway says in Spanish, "Life is an illusion. Death is the reality. Respect the dead whom you are visiting now." We hike down the hill toward the acres of "free graves." Here people can claim any space they want without paying, but also risk having someone buried on top of them. In the fields beyond the cemetery, women walk slowly with buckets slung over their shoulders on poles. Black cows graze on knee-high grass. The crossbar from the marker to my friend's child's grave has come loose and lies off to one side. My friend kneels, pressing the simple blue crossbar back into the upright piece, wishing for a hammer and nail. The cross has delicate scalloped edges and says nothing. No words, no dates. It reminds me of the simplicity of folded hands, though I know there were years of despair. My friend says, "Sometimes I am still very sad. But I no longer ask, 'What if . . .?' It was the tiniest casket you ever saw." On the small plots in either direction, families have stuck tall pine branches into dirt. The needles droop, completely dried by now, but they must have looked lovely as miniature forests for the first few days.
Word Art Poetry
The winter her body no longer fit, walking felt like swimming in blue jeans
and a flannel shirt. Everything stuck to her skin: gum wrappers, Band–aids,
leaves. How she envied the other girls, especially the kind who turned into
birds. They were the ones boys hand–tamed, training them to eat crumbs from
their open palms or to sing on cue. What she would have done for a red
crest and a sharp beak, for a little square of blue sky to enter her like
wings. But it was her role to sink so the others could rise, hers to sleep
so the others could dance. If only her legs weren’t too sodden to lift, if
only her buttons would unfasten in the water she kept swimming through, and
she could extract from the shadow of her breasts a soul as soft as a silk
brassiere, beautiful and useless, like a castle at the bottom of the sea.
together forever and never