Re: im have the same dilemmatonguetieDecember 25 2006, 20:50:22 UTC
oh no i love so many of those! brautigan being the obvious, but really i'm glad i'm not the only poetry nut all giddy at the prospect of having beautiful words permanently etched onto my skin.
more that i'm considering: and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
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but give me one truly alive woman tonight walking across the floor toward me
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and you can have all the poems
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I want to unfold. Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like a new word I learned and embraced, like the everday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.
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days when children say funny and brilliant things like savages trying to send you a message through their bodies while their bodies are still alive enough to transmit and feel and run up and down without locks and paychecks and ideals and possessions and beetle-like opinions.
Re: oh my godtonguetieDecember 25 2006, 21:03:34 UTC
yes! i felt the need to isolate it from the rest of the excerpt. i don't care if it's out of context, and no one knows why it's so important except me & anyone else who has seen the poem. that line drives me crazy looking at it.
more that i'm considering:
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
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but give me one truly alive woman
tonight
walking across the floor toward me
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and you can have all the poems
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I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
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days when children say funny and brilliant things
like savages trying to send you a message through
their bodies while their bodies are still
alive enough to transmit and feel and run up
and down without locks and paychecks and
ideals and possessions and beetle-like
opinions.
i'll shut up.
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oh my god yes.
and i want lines on me too, but there's so many, so fucking many....
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