can you recommend some good poems about icarus?
lucas jorgensen non-cento from the bureau of the library of alexandria
gottfried benn icarus
jack gilbert refusing heaven: poems: "failing and flying"
marcia carlson a masque for icarus
larry eigner three poems: "the feet of icarus..."
kofi
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Jack Gilbert
from Refusing Heaven (Knopf, 2005)
MUSIC IS IN THE PIANO
ONLY WHEN IT IS PLAYED
We are not one with this world. We are not
the complexity our body is, nor the summer air
idling in the big maple without purpose.
We are a shape the wind makes in these leaves
as it passes through. We are not the wood
any more than the fire, but the heat which is a marriage
between the two. We are certainly not the lake
nor the fish in it, but the something that is
pleased by them. We are the stillness when
a mighty Mediterranean noon subtracts even the voices
of insect by the broken farmhouse. We are evident
when the orchestra plays, and yet are not part
of the strings or brass. Like the song that exists
only in the singing, and is not the singer.
God does not live in the church bells,
but is briefly resident there. We are occasional
like that. A lifetime of easy happiness mixed
with pain and loss, trying always to name and hold
on to the enterprise underway in our chest.
Reality is not what we marry as a feeling. It is what
walks up the dirt path, through the excessive heat
and giant sky, the sea stretching away.
He continues past the nunnery to the old villa
where he will sit on the terrace with her, their sides
touching. In the quiet that is the music of that place,
which is the difference between silence and windlessness.
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The Lost World
Think what it was like, he said. Peggy Lee and Goodman
all the time. Carl Ravazza making me crazy
with “Vieni Su” from a ballroom in New Jersey
every night, the radio filling my dark room
in Pittsburgh with naked-shouldered women
in black gowns. Helen Forest and Helen O'Connell,
and later the young Sarah Vaughan out of Chicago
from midnight until two. Think of being fifteen
in the middle of leafy June when Sinatra and Ray
Eberle both had number-one records of “Fools Rush In.”
Somebody singing “Tenderly” and somebody doing
“This Love of Mine.” Helplessly adolescent while
the sound of romance was constantly everywhere.
All day long out of windows along the street.
Sinatra with “Close to You.” And all the bands. Artie
Shaw with “Green Eyes” and whoever was always playing
“Begin the Beguine.” Who can blame me for my heart?
What choice did I have? Harry James with “Sleepy
Lagoon.” Imagine, on a summer night, “Sleepy Lagoon”!
— Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven (2005)
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Beyond Pleasure
Gradually we realize what is felt is not so important
(however lovely or cruel) as what the feeling contains.
Not what happens to us in childhood, but what was
inside what happened. Ken Kesey sitting in the woods,
beyond his fence of whitewashed motorcycles, said when
he was writing on acid he was not writing about it.
He used what he wrote as blazes to find his way back
to what he knew then. Poetry registers
feelings, delights and passion, but the best searches
out what is beyond pleasure, is outside process.
Not the passion so much as what the fervor can be
an ingress to. Poetry fishes us to find a world
part by part, as the photograph interrupts the flux
to give us time to see each thing separate and enough.
The poem chooses part of our endless flowing forward
to know its merit with attention.
Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2005)
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-Jack Gilbert - Failing and Flying
Full text below
Failing and Flying
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
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More doodles (but this time, they're mostly beefleaf flavored)
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Riju has the comfiest bed in Hyrule. With the blankets and seals, it’s the softest, comfiest, most calming bed to sleep in. During BOTW years, Link knocked out on it unbeknownst to Riju. He experienced the true luxury of a comfortable bed. He slept in longer than he ever had before. (not including the 100 year sleep) When Riju headed to bed herself, she was surprised to see the chaotic wild gremlin hero snoring and cuddling her stuffed seals. Looking so peaceful. It made her happy to know he could rest and feel so safe. She didn’t dare to wake him. Even though that meant him sleeping for a solid 14 hours straight.
Whenever Riju notices Link looking sore or beaten up, she asks if he’d be interested in a sleepover. Sure, she has fun trying on Link’s clothes as he tries on hers. Or doing each other’s makeup. That, and he’s basically her older brother at this point. But, what she enjoys most is knowing he’s getting some of the best sleep in his life. Also, there’s the added bonus of sneaking pictures of Link cuddling her stuffed seals to tease him about when he’s awake.
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Fellow Hange fans we CAN heal. Just remember our bad mf is in Scout Heaven with the gang and they’re all playing a drinking game called “take a shot for each day Levi survives” they’re all cheering him on and getting absolutely plastered bc he refuses to die. he WILL live in the better world they gave their lives to help create. HE WILL
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Imagine doing everything by the book, living a lawful and faithful life, 24/7 every single year of your life just so you can go to heaven, and when you get there you find famous criminal Red Hood, the guy who has a crime list so big it could be printed on 1k pages double-sided font arial 12 and it would still lack paper, and he's not only on heaven, but on the premium version of it
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XIE LIAN PETS E-MING.
HE PETS HUA CHENG’S SWORD.
A SWORD WITH ONE EYE.
WAS THAT A DICK JOKE??!
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i have a maybe lukewarm maybe hot take about this godforsaken show that some people could find mean, but i stand behind it, no elaboration (okay, some elaboration in the tags below… a lot of elaboration)
opinion: if you claim to like clara’s dynamic with the doctor and her character development in series 8 and 9, but simultaneously say you hate the impossible girl arc/elevenclara, you don’t actually understand anything about their relationship and what makes it the way that it is
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The Thirty Favorite Lives: Amager
I woke up every morning on the fourth floor,
in the two-hundred-year-old walls made
of plaster and river grass. I would leave
the woman and walk across beautiful København
to the island of Amager. To my small room
in the leftover Nazi barracks that looked out
on a swamp. Most of the time it was winter.
I would light my hydrant-size iron stove
and set a pot on top, putting in hamburger
and vegetables while the water was getting hot.
Starting to type with numb hands. The book
I planned to write in two weeks for a thousand
dollars already a week behind (and threatening
to get beyond a month). Out of money and no
prospects. Then the lovely smell of soup
and the room snug. I would type all day
and late into the night. Until the soup
was finished. Then I would start back across
the frozen city, crunching over the moats,
loud in the silence. The stars brilliant.
Focused on her waiting for me, ready to fry
sausages at two in the morning. Me thinking idly
of the ancient Chinese poet writing in his
poverty, "Ah, is this not happiness."
— Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven (2005)
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sometimes i think about how mount tonglu just 'happened' to open when xie lian was with hua cheng and i want to punch jun wu in the face for being a FUCKING CREEP
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YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!!!!! *fucking dies*
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Okay, so, I have another writing concept!!
So if any of you guys know about Wish, the 100th anniversary for Disney then that's great! If you don't, then liked mentioned, it is the 100th anniversary for Disney. Anyways, I was a bit disappointed when I first watched it because I was kinda expecting more from Disney and I was more disappointed when I saw and heard about the early concepts it had before.
Like, we could have had a love story between Star boy and Asha?? A couple Villain? And so much more! Plus, the characters were bland...
But let's move that aside for now since I'm getting out of topic. My idea is for Twisted Wonderland! (Wow! Shocker!) Wish x Twst where Mc is Asha and the one of the Twst character is Star boy! I haven't thought of who just yet but you guys can help me pick out a character for that!
The plot for Wish was also pretty boring so my idea was to freshen it up a bit and make a little bit more unique from the original plot! (Disney had so many opportunities to make it original and special for their anniversary) And by the way I'm no professional at this! I'm merely stating my opinion!
But what do you guys think? I think this is an interesting concept and I have so much more ideas! But I do want to know your opinion on the matter as well!
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