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The Courtly Lovers |
| A poem on unrequited love.... |
| Date: 31 July 2012 - Added by: tomasocarthaigh |
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Flirting With Death ... Act Of Suicide! |
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| Date: 26 November 2011 - Added by: ChannelThePoetry |
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Poetry Is The End! - Video |
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| Date: 24 November 2011 - Added by: ChannelThePoetry |
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Teaching Poetry with Helen Vendler |
| How does a master teacher introduce her students to poetry? What are the critical choices she makes when designing lectures to help studens read with greater pleasure and understanding? In Teaching Poetry, Helen Vendler, acclaimed poetry critic and Harvard University professor, reflects on the challenges and pleasures of making poetry come alive as she guides students through a reading of William Butler Yeats\'s last masterpiece, \"Among School Children\" (1928). For more videos on teaching, visit http://bokcenter.harvard.edu |
| Date: 09 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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Poetry and the U.S. - Mexico border |
| 08.06.10 (EL PASO) -- A native Las Cruces writer living in El Paso focuses on the border, and the violence in Mexico for his next book of poetry. KRWG\'s Jared Andersen reports. |
| Date: 09 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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No-Sugar Added Poetry book party, Bay Area |
| http://bit.ly/getNSAP - July 24, 2010, we held the first book party to support the publishing of the \"No-Sugar Added Poetry\" diabetes poetry book published by the Diabetes Hands Foundation. It took place at Philz Coffee in Berkeley, CA.The book includes poems and haiku by members of http://www.tudiabetes.org with a foreword by Bill Polonsky and an introduction by Lee Ann Thill. Get your copy at http://bit.ly/getNSAPMusic: Sigur Ros, \"#8\" |
| Date: 08 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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Elixir of Love by Cat Catalyst at The Poetry Cafe 2010 |
| Cat Catalyst performs her poem \'The Elixir of Love\' at The Poetry Cafe, London, 12th July 2010\'ELIXIR of LOVE\' My fears are not that I may cease to beRooted steadfast embodied in a world of physicalityAnd without fears too, for the deserted dryingOf heartfelt words or inspirationForever drawn to all my time spent in dedicationFor no greater pleasure do I feel, may I applyWhilst chained, imprisoned in this dimensionMy only freedom, flight of soulNeeds, musts expressSuch deep felt love for all humanityA curious questI cannot explainImpression\'d on high from an invisible planeSo sublimeThat poetic craftIs not required for metre or to rhymeUnless such craft imply, inject, ripen\'d heartsWith the jewel of inner meaningInner truth infused with loveAll pervading and genuineConnecting precious principals beyond mere wordsWhich seek to make whole thus Human kind In complete alignSo that intelligent insights into our complex UniverseMay penetrate not only the heart But also the skin and the mindWhereupon tinsel gilded illusions May fall away into nothingnessInstead replaced by a delicacyAnd a gentlenessA refinement of the senses Through an indiscriminate understandingThat the elixir of love is wisdom plus integrity And connects us all to every single living being Or entity |
| Date: 08 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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Conscious @ Mike Geffner''s Inspired Word NYC Poetry/Spoken Word |
| Poet/Spoken Word Artist Conscious @The Inspired Word, Thursday, July 15, 2010, One and One Bar & Restaurant, Manhattan, NYC. The Inspired Word is New York City\'s hottest new poetry/spoken word series, produced by longtime writer/journalist Mike Geffner and hosted by Adrian Wyatt. Videographer: LouisMusic By: Oveous Maximus See more videos on YouTube.com/nycinspiredwordInspired Blog: http://inspiredwordnyc.blogspot.com/Inspired Tweets: http://twitter.com/InspiredWordNYCInspired Meetup: http://www.meetup.com/InspiredWordNYC/Find us also on Facebook too: http://bit.ly/SBMhs Stay Inspired! |
| Date: 08 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe (poetry reading) |
| There was a rumour that Poe was going to be played by Sylvester Stallone in a movie currently being made. This was received with great excitement and anticipation because the likeness seemed so striking, until it was discovered that they meant \"Edgar Allan Poe\" and not one of the Tellytubbies.\"Buffoon Playing a Lute\" Frans Hals, 1623 (Buffoon was a voluntary profession in those days - you didn\'t need to be elected.)\"Musicians on a Terrace\" Leonaert Bramer, 1665\"Louis XIV as Apollo\" Henri Gissey, 1653 (Jerry Springer told me he has an outfit just like that one)\"Some Guys Prancing Around In Silly Knickers\" by Daniel Rabel, 1626*\"Inferno, Canto XVIII\" Sandro Botticelli, 1480(*Oh, all right, it was actually called \"The Royal Ballet of the Dowager of Bilbao\'s Grand Ball\")Lo! \'t is a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years;An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play of hope and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheres.Mimes, in the form of God on high,Mutter and mumble low,And hither and thither fly--Mere puppets they, who come and goAt bidding of vast formless thingsThat shift the scenery to and fro,Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe!That motley drama--oh, be sureIt shall not be fogot!With its Phantom chased for evermore,By a crowd that seize it not,Through a circle that ever returneth inTo the self-same spot,And much of Madness, and more of Sin,And Horror the soul of the plot.But see, amid the mimic routA crawling shape intrude!A blood-red thing that writhes from outThe scenic solitude!It writhes!--it writhes!--with mortal pangsThe mimes become its food,And seraphs sob at vermin fangsIn human gore imbued.Out--out are the lights--out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,While the angels all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy, \"Man,\"And its hero the Conqueror Worm. |
| Date: 08 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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Sexagenarius Loquitur by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (poetry reading) |
| His most famous creation was Sherlock Holmes. He wrote poetry too: this was from a 1911 collection called Songs of the Road, so he couldn\'t have been more than 51 when he wrote it. It wasn\'t addressed to a specific lady because neither of his wives meet the specification. Any mortal woman would have been offended It was obviously intended to be a joke. He married Louisa Hawkins when he was 26. She died of tuberculosis in 1906 when he was 46. His second wife was Jean Elizabeth Leckie, born in 1874. The portraits have nothing to do with the poem. \"Yekaterina Scherbatova\" was by Joseph-Désiré Court, 1840\"Antoine-Laurent and Marie-Anne Lavoisier\" was by Jacques-Louis David, 1788FROM our youth to our age We have passed each stage In old immemorial order, From primitive days Through flowery ways With love like a hedge as their border. Ah, youth was a kingdom of joy, And we were the king and the queen, When I was a year Short of thirty, my dear, And you were just nearing nineteen. But dark follows light And day follows night As the old planet circles the sun; And nature still traces Her score on our faces And tallies the years as they run. Have they chilled the old warmth in your heart? I swear that they have not in mine, Though I am a year Short of sixty, my dear, And you are—well, say thirty-nine. |
| Date: 08 August 2010 - Added by: david |
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