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Staro 01.07.2004, 06:36
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Kenneth Burke's "Definition of Human"

Being bodies that learn language
thereby becoming wordlings
humans are
the symbol-making, symbol-using, symbol-misusing animal
inventor of the negative
separated from our natural condition
by instruments of our own making
goaded by the spirit of hierarchy
acquiring foreknowledge of death
and rotten with perfection

(qtd. in Coe 332-333).

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ear

to touch it with my teeth
taste it with my tongue
moisten it with my breath
and whisper softly
gently
slowly
I love you

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Staro 09.07.2004, 16:56
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...naslednja dva poems paseta skupaj ...obadva od Berton Braley


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"Success"

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it


If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it


If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,


If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it,
Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,


If you'll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,


If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!

(Published in: Things as they are, 1916)

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The thinker

Back of the beating hammer
By which the steel is wrought,
Back of the workshop's clamor
The seeker may find the Thought,
The Thought that is ever master
Of iron and steam and steel,
That rises above disaster
And tramples it under heel!


The drudge may fret and tinker
Or labor with lusty blows,
But back of him stands the Thinker,
The clear-eyed man who knows;
For into each plow or saber,
Each piece and part and whole,
Must go the Brains of Labor,
Which gives the work a soul!


Back of the motors humming
Back of the belts that sing,
Back of the hammers drumming.
Back of the cranes that swing,
There is the eye which scans them
Watching through stress and strain
There is the Mind which plans them-
Back of the brawn, the Brain!

Might of the roaring boiler,
Force of the engine's thrust,
Strength of the sweating toiler-
Greatly in these we trust.
But back of them stands the Schemer,
The Thinker who drives things through;
Back of the Job-the Dreamer
Who's making the dream come true!


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Staro 04.08.2004, 02:56
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Vsega je enkrat konec!

Še ptice umirajo pojoč,
veter upeha se prek planjav,
in tebi zagotovo nekoč,
korak potihem bo zastal.

Vsega je enkrat konec!

Vem nehala boš ljubiti,
ko ves zguban in star,
pred tabo se želel skriti,
položen na žrtveni oltar.

Vsega je enkrat konec!

Odhajam preden sonce izgine,
škrlatni mrak prelije spomine,
naj še zadnja kapljica krvi,
v najlepši cvet se spremeni.

Vsega je enkrat konec!

In tako znova čas zavrti,
Kar lepote ujamejo oči,
Vrti in vse spet obrača,
A srca nikdar ne vrača!

Vsega je enkrat konec!
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Staro 06.08.2004, 19:45
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The universe is as close as the veins in your neck.
-- Russian axiom

The angle seemed askew,
an enigmatic grin hanging
at the end of the highway,
a last orange gasp.

Beethoven on the radio,
his silence tangible
between the sounds.

We pull a history in unmatched words
from two hemispheres
over empty space.

I remember
at least one ancient cell
in the body comes from stardust.

We follow the black syntax
of the moon's thoughts
out to drifting stars.

A universe expanding into nothing,
we are the space we travel to.

Rosemary Sullivan (1947-)
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Staro 06.08.2004, 19:56
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nekoč nekje
na drugi strani
skrivnostnega nasmeha....
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Staro 06.08.2004, 20:07
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Two Bodies

Two bodies, balanced in mass and power,
move in a bed through the dark,
under the earliest human hour.
A night rocks, like an ark.

They reach through the ceilings of the night,
tall as animals.
Through their valleys bends the light
of their fertile hills.

Two bodies breathe their close hellos
through interlocking pores,
while that hush of beating slows,
held, with many oars,

heart over heart, leg over leg,
trading still breath, until,
heart over heart, and seed into egg,
night holds two bodies still.


Annie Finch (1956-)
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Staro 06.08.2004, 20:11
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Everything Is Free

Wipe away tears,
Set free your fears:
Everything is free.
Only the lonely
Need much money:
Everything is free.

Don't try to bind
The love you find:
Everyone is free.
Your lover's yours -
Surrender force:
Everyone is free.

The sun melts down,
Spreads gold around:
Everything is free.
The rain is spent
Lending flowers scent:
Everything is free.

The love you live,
The life you give:
Everything is free.


George Elliott Clarke (1960-)
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Staro 07.08.2004, 02:08
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doxi, prilagam samo nežno sapico v vihar poezije mladih slovenskih poetov
BLUES
To je blues, ki prihaja z nočjo.
To je žalostni blues, najčudovitejša pesem.
Pomirjujoče valovi po zraku, staplja se vame, me polni.

Napisan je z barvo večerne zarje na travnike tvojih oči.
Šelestenje tvojih las mu je glasba,
gib tvojih rok je nežni ples nanjo.

To je blues, ki prihaja z nočjo in traja na veke.
Blues, ki ne pozna juter.
Umirajoči blues, moja najljubša pesem.

Posvečam jo tebi, ki te najbolj ljubim.
Pišem to jo z vsakih pogledom, z vsako besedo in dihom,
pišem jo na šarenico tvojega očesa,
na srčiko tvojega srca.

To je blues, ki prihaja s teboj.
Najčudovitejša pesem.

Marko Pavček
  #49  
Staro 11.08.2004, 08:41
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Freya, upam, da zapiha se kaksna prijetna sapica v tej zatohli sobici...tudi kaksen poeticen (slovenski) vihar bi znal biti zanimiv
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Staro 11.08.2004, 08:55
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prepričana sem, da bi Pavček ml. naredil velik prepih, če ne bi bilo njegovo življenje tako kratko

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