Poetry
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The Longfellow Fennel
The Goblet of LifeFilled is Life’s goblet to the brim;And though my eyes with tears are dim,I see its sparkling bubbles swim,And chant a melancholy hymn With solemn voice and slow. No purple flowers,–no garlands green,Conceal the goblet’s shade or sheen,Nor maddening draughts of Hippocrene,Like gleams of sunshine, flash between Thick leaves of mistletoe. This…
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“the usual rilke” by Ernst Jandl
Translation from the German by Joshua Weiner rilke’s separationthe unusual rilkeand the usual rilkeare stuck in their samenessthe unusual rilkeand the usual rilkewould have stayed togetherthe unusual rilkeand the usual rilkewould have to separatethe unusual rilkeand the usual rilkeboth knew it rilke’s breath 1rilkebreathedthe airthe good air 2rilkebreathedwithout pause rilke’s noseentrance and exitof the airit…
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Calling All Lovers of Poetry in the German Language
Join us on August 1 at 1pm EST, to celebrate the poetic magician and deconstructionist of the German language, Ernst Jandl — born on August 1 1925. https://www.clubhouse.com/join/birthday-celebration/001SObMj/xljpAnwj
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What is Individual Life…
…what is existence, if one does not spend some moment every day, actively or innocently subconsciously, trying to digest or express something, somewhere, poetically and philosophical essential?
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Music and Poetry
In melodies or words, a composition is amongst the purest intentionalities in accepting nothing, living under nothing, subjugating to nothing — an effort of a moment, minutes, hours or weeks, during which the composer will inhale, dissect, assemble, into something which never was, turned into a finished piece which never ends, as if avoiding death,…
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Music and Poetry
When being in Life and imagining Deathwill music and poetry help avoiding Deathor be the haven to conquer Death?
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Personal Lexicon
I intend to inhale, apply, and exhale love as love is, not as we define it. Sila Blume
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lie and lay
lie downlet it all layboth lipsyour foreheada shouldera breastyour navelboth lipson my lips
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The Fluidity of Being
Tears I have knownManyTears and crying are two different realms of expressionVeryThe longer I live, the deeper I think, the more thoughts and emotions deepen this beingMore tears and less crying seem to be the consequential lifeCrying was in frustration, in suffering, in fallingIn energetic flights, and passionate dives, tears are joy recognitionFacing destruction in…
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“Even when we sleep we watch over each other”
Today I came across this composition. It is the first line of a single quatrain by Paul Éluard (1895-1952) which Elaine Springer published on Instagram. Sometimes we may argue on the factual accuracy of word compositions trying to express a given poetic picture. Yet, at times — like here — one might override any sense…
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Words from the Opera — When horror breaks one heart, all hearts are broken
Balstrode:We’ll find him, maybe give a hand. Ellen:We have no power to help him now. Balstrode:We have the power. We have the power.In the black momentWhen your friend suffersUnearthly tormentWe cannot turn our backs.When horror breaks one heartAll hearts are broken. From the opera “Peter Grimes“ op. 33Composer: Benjamin BrittenFrom the poem by George Crabbe
Sila Blume 