6th Feb 2005 at 11:14 pm
8th Feb 2005 at 1:11 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
8th Feb 2005 at 1:11 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
10th Feb 2005 at 8:44 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
I've never heard of Seamus Heaney before, but that Punishment poem was grisly, yet intriguing and fascinating, and rather macabre. I will have investigate further. Thanks for sharing it.
10th Feb 2005 at 8:50 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
10th Feb 2005 at 8:58 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
11th Feb 2005 at 12:01 am
woop woop
11th Feb 2005 at 12:04 am
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11th Feb 2005 at 6:59 pm
11th Feb 2005 at 7:05 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
I absolutely hated that John Cooper Clarke poem, but you can't please everyone all the time, and I suppose I did ask for other peoples favourite poems...
11th Feb 2005 at 10:41 pm
woop woop
15th Feb 2005 at 7:47 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
15th Feb 2005 at 7:49 pm
Studied this today in my English lit tutorial, it's great to read aloud, try it :
The Windhover
Gerard Manley Hopkins
To Christ our Lord
I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom
of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcno, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on a swing,
As a skate's keel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and the gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-break embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
15th Feb 2005 at 8:16 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
15th Feb 2005 at 10:36 pm
woop woop
21st Feb 2005 at 10:00 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
23rd Feb 2005 at 10:52 pm
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23rd Feb 2005 at 11:01 pm
apparently the big pink bastard is me
23rd Feb 2005 at 11:49 pm
Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees
24th Feb 2005 at 12:40 am
25th Feb 2005 at 5:43 pm
25th Feb 2005 at 11:38 pm
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Just read this for Adv. Higher English, but I absolutely loved it, the wit and invention of it. And I'm not, generally, a poetry person.
The Flea - John Donne.
19th Mar 2005 at 10:25 am
19th Mar 2005 at 6:54 pm
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21st Mar 2005 at 11:54 am
who was that by?...it is... it leaves my speechless. yeah.
22nd Mar 2005 at 2:39 pm
22nd Apr 2005 at 4:54 pm
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22nd Apr 2005 at 4:56 pm
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20th Sept 2005 at 6:06 pm
A very attractive man. Not me. Him.
21st Feb 2006 at 10:01 am
Stand and Deliver!!
5th Mar 2006 at 12:04 am
5th Mar 2006 at 1:06 pm
Cockwomble
6th Apr 2006 at 2:20 pm
Lord Sebastian Flyte.The one in white.
7th Apr 2006 at 1:53 pm
Lord Sebastian Flyte.The one in white.
Punishment
Seamus Heaney
I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.
It blows her nipples
to amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs.
I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs.
Under which at first
she was a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin:
her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandage,
her noose a ring
to store
the memories of love.
Little adulteress,
before they punished you
you were flaxen-haired,
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,
I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur
of your brain's exposed
and darkening combs,
your muscles' webbing
and all your numbered bones:
I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings,
who would connive
in civilised outrage
yet understand the exact
and tribal, intimate revenge.
8th Apr 2006 at 12:09 pm
equality, tolerance & logic
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can also hurt me.
Stones & sticks break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Slant and curved the word-swords fall
to pierce and stick inside me.
Bats and bricks may ache through bones,
but words can mortify me.
Pain from words has left its scar
on mind and heart that's tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed;
it's words that I remember.
11th Apr 2006 at 12:31 pm
Lord Sebastian Flyte.The one in white.
25th May 2006 at 9:59 am
I Love The Vegetable Revolution!
23rd Jun 2006 at 9:03 am
River Phoenix
23rd Jun 2006 at 10:13 am
Lord Sebastian Flyte.The one in white.
23rd Jun 2006 at 1:40 pm
Get your Antlers on
12th Sept 2006 at 10:03 am
River Phoenix
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