Snow WatchQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
A BBC programme that shows lots of snowy wildlife scenes, but really most people are watching as the presenters are a rather hansome man and a gorgeous lass.
Or is that just me? :D
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Snow WatchQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
A BBC programme that shows lots of snowy wildlife scenes, but really most people are watching as the presenters are a rather hansome man and a gorgeous lass.
Or is that just me? :D
It is a very powerful poem HHH.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I like it. I've stopped skimming poems so much now and am reading them more thoroughly, which is good as there is so much more to find than just the initial flavour of a poem.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I'm amazed too that the whole book is published online. But that's just Google on their way to global domination! :eek:
Evening!...i can't open some of the poems the Door one is good but i can't open it...here is one of her poems that I really like...been posted b4...Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
oh and great choices tonight...lovely :)
More and more
More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.
I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.
Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.
So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:
This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.
There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.
It is hard sometimes with this thread because there is a temptation to skim read a poem in an attempt to post a response but I've been taking more time to read them too. I've just discovered nearly all of Rilke's poems on PoemHunter...feel a bit sorry for poets when their life's work is published online. It is one of the reasons that I buy so many poetry books and you can't beat reading poems in bed or on a train etcQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
That's a brilliant choice Freckle. She's blooming good isn't she? Its nice to see you tonight.
I've felt the same. I've had a quick read of a posted poem then things have shot on and I've never been back to it. You can't beat the feel of a book to enhance the experience of reading a good poem. Its just not the same on a screen. Plus I like tearing and sticking my post-it note strips to ones I want to go back to.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Was that a subtle joke? Can't open the door. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Anyhow, good to see you Freckle this evening. Kiddies quietly off to bed I hope.
I love this bit. So very rational amongst a great poetic angst.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I like that! I keep picking up poetry books and finding pressed leaves or bus tickets marking my favourites...I love the feeling of being taken straight back to a precise moment in time and the feelings that you felt when you last read the poem.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Thanks Hes, its nice to be here...i agree, it is nice to peruse a book, to feel the pages and slowly digest the words...i also think it is nice to hear poems read although sometimes it can be off putting depending on the reader! I have a copy of a book called Words that Burn that has a CD in the back and the version of Frost's Two Roads Diverged poem is read beautifully...Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
How about printing some FPS bookmarks? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I save postcards, theatre tickets, photos, all sorts, to use as bookmarks for that very reason. It certainly doesn't feel right sticking a post it note into some of the very old books.
That sounds good. A friend of mine once read me a poem over the phone in their soft hebridean accent and it was really lovely.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Tell you what...at the fell poets' meet, I'll bring you all some print fragments to use as bookmarks. I sometimes have prints with a small flaws in that I can't sell so I save them and tear pieces off to make cards. They would be nice bookmarks I reckon. I'd better post a poem before Xrunner tells me off for chatting!;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
What a nice thing for someone to do. A lovely idea.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Now you see this is just a bit off putting even tho he is a great actor...oh and i got the name of the poem wrong but you catch my drift!...Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzUm0...eature=related
i like the idea of fell poet bookmarks...very much...no pressure!
the other idea i had was a fell poet calendar for 2011, we could divvy up the months and collaborate with poems/art?
What a brilliant idea. That would be great. I was just thinking that we hadn't written a thing ourselves tonight.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Poets nattering
Is all well and good but there
are fine words to write :)
Oh yes pleeeeeeeeeease!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Poems enriched
by mistaken prints
from wandering star
above just to keep aforementioned happy ;)
Yes. A fine moustache that I couldn't take my eyes off, but I didn't take in a bloomin' word of what he said! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
That's a great idea! I think between us all it could be really good.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Oh my god! Just listened to the youtube clip....that made me larfff. :)
that is very trueQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
enough of our bantering
back to business
:D
At some point we've got to edit our favourire fell running haikus for the magazine! I only got to post no. 600 so if anyone has got any favourites from then on then they'd better find them again. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
That'll keep him happy for a bit. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
We're missing you XR. Where are you?
Ohhh Freckle, I love that, thanks, you are very kind. (my name means star too).Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
When is the deadline HHH?Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I'll find out. That piccy of yours would be best on a double page, and so I was hoping for a page of haiku, plus a page of longer ones, but that might be a bit ambitious. But hey. You've got to reach for the stars. :);)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I will never forget what Douglas Adams said about deadlines...
"I love the whooshing noise they make when they go past"
That is brilliant...the quote I mean!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
There is an awful lot of posts to trawl through but if you find out the deadline, I'll see if I can put in a couple hours and get them collated with the ones that you emailed me before.:)
Now that is procrastination at its most dedicated. :D All in a good cause though. I'll ask Britta.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Little one is squarking for a feed so I'm heading off.
Goodnight all.
x
Night HHH. Sleep well, xQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Its a shame we can't all meet easily to discuss which poems etc etc (over a snecklifter-obviously) in an artistic, brainstorming fashion....i can just picture it!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
La Chasconsa,
Kendal racer and
Wandering celestial printer
Chair the meeting
of ascending poets
to debate first publication
wild hair, wilder eyes
and darting minds
peruse 4,000 posts
in search of
the first anthology
of Fell Poet Classics!
Ah well...I tried.....:)
And so to bed for me too but not before I try and finish this bit of work I started before I got sidetracked here!
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
...and it was inspired!! I love it, us down to a tee. I'm off now but will see you soon, xQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Night night Hes, I love that Frost poem by the way, he is a real favourite on here...that last line is lovely, night pet xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I am here all alone with Pablo....
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
Pablo Neruda </B>
Been reading back through the thread and this is how it started:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Lasted longer than the other thread freckle;)
Enjoyed reading rather than posting tonight:cool:
An inspired start as it does seem to have filled a bit of a niche on the forum.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
I think we all enjoy just reading at times, so nice to have you lurking. :)
And we wouldn't dream of disturbing you :)
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Originally Posted by freckle
That's great Freckle, sorry, La Chasconsa. :cool:
An artistic drunken brainstorm. I can see it now. It would be chaos! :D
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Originally Posted by freckle
I'd much rather go to work on a horse this morning than belt there in the car.
Love Robert Frost as ever.
Have a good day everyone.
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Originally Posted by Hes
Evening all.....hope you have had a lovely day...
Cornflakes
Cornflakes are nice
Cornflakes are tasty
Cornflakes should NOT
be devoured too hasty!
Cornflakes are like
hundreds of inee weeny hugs
or a roll around
on a big furry rug.
So I hope you enjoyed
your cornflakes my dear
one day I shall feed you them
whilst nibbling your ear!
Muriel Patch