... covers all three Abrahamic faiths, is also really amazing). On Sufism in particular: Essential Sufism , which tells you in a simple format using both straight-on prose and snippets of stories and poems what Sufis believe (it does not presuppose too much knowledge of Islam, either). Online: Diversity in Islam for Absolute Beginners . This is probably a really good primer. I'd read this first,...
... could be equals. He remembered teaching her Go, and the basics of swordplay. He remembered reading her first poems, and the disappointment in her face when his reaction wasn't what she'd hoped for. He remembered ... and walls, until she was only a shadow on the floor. He glanced at the few paintings and poems that hadn't been rent in her rage. He suddenly decided that he didn't care what happened ...
Morning all. Considering the date, could these poems be felt any more strongly? Sunday gone was the first service at the Cenotaph in London without any veterans of the First World War. Makes you think. So here we are with the sixth of our poem discussions. As before the discussion is open to comment on absolutely anything that you either like or dislike: it can be anything from the wording, ...
This has got to be one of the most inspiring poems I've heard in a long time. Listen to it and it'll give you a new persepctive on life every day. I only hope my slam poem will be atleast a fraction of a precent as good as this is.
...what is believed to be his voice. Did Walt Whitman record a wax cylinder of him reading one of his poems? The cylinder seems lost to history, but nearly 20 years ago a scholar in Texas found a recording of a radio show that featured what the host said was Whitman reading one of his poems. There’s no clue to negate the idea, and people find it compelling that the poem is an obscure ...
I heard the train like a phonecall from God a telegraph whirling through the wires along a sinuous path through leafless trees by a dark river past tall rock ridges and under the blind volcanoes of the white moon telling me how nothing on earth is ever lost even when it slips out of a ship at sea and sinks a mile down, the property of dust-fine zoorganisms and silent fishes, even when you bury ...
Long Ago I knew her long ago When we were both young She went with the flow And I stood on the outside She married and had kids While I struggled with the loneliness I almost hit the skids Until fate brought us together again Now we are both older But none the wiser She is set to marry another again And I feel the loneliness returning --- James F. Dinsmore aka Jamdin @ 11/6/2009
She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no...
... a couple of things, one on the subject of the artist Wassily Kandinsky because I am going to see his work at a New York museum on Saturday-- anyone in New York area want to joint the expedition? and then poems of Charles Reznikoff. Here is one I like and you may too. "As I was wandering with my unhappy thoughts, I looked and saw that I had come into a sunny place, familiar and yet strange. “...
