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The Further Reading Thread (inc. The Writing Review)
Further Reading Suggestions Special thanks goes to Jimi (Jiminizzle), Chantal (Chak), Jesse (knife2agunfight) Carmel (carmel_l) and Kyrl (Confusius) for helping build this list. Don't stop sending me names! All the missing links will be filled in over time. If you know of a site hosting any of the empty names then PM me. Each week a new writer will be added to this list, it may be playwright a poet or a novelist. The post will contain a small bio of said writer and where possible a link to some of their work, or at least a suggestion or two for you to look into buying. If, however, you wish to speed up the process and have your favourite writers (non-UG) added to the list PM me with a list/few suggestions, and if available a link to a site displaying their work I have to add here, when finding links, make sure it is a site that does not have a forum in which you post original work, this is a must!! I cannot use it otherwise.
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Further Reading Suggestions POETS Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) - Dover Beach, Lines Written In Kensington Gardens, Consolation http://www.poetseers.org/the_romant...arnold/library/ Robert Browning (1812-1889) - In a Gondola, Meeting at night, The lost mistress http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/browning_robert.html Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) - Chorus of Eden spirits, Grief, musical instrument http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/bro...th_barrett.html Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979) - The Fish, North and South, A cold Spring, Question of travel William Blake (1757-1827) - A poison tree, A sick rose, The Tiger http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/blake_william.html Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) - Burning in water - drowning in flame, Run with the hunted Robert Burns (1759-1796) - A red red rose, A man's a man a that, Ae fond kiss, To a Mouse http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/burns_robert.html Lord George Gordon Byron (1788-1824) - The Dream, The Corsair, The Giaour http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/45.html John Clare (1793-1864) - Autumn, I hid my love, To John Clare http://www.poetry-archive.com/c/clare_john.html Henri Cole (1956-Present) - Blackbeard and Wolf, The visible man, Middle Earth Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) - The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/71.html E.E. Cummings (1894-1962) - A leaf falls on loneliness, All which isn't singing is mere talking http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/eecummings Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) - Water is taught by thirst, I like a look of agony, Safe in Their Alabaster Chambers http://www.bartleby.com/113/indexlines.html John Donne (1572-1631) - A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, The Flea, The Sun Rising http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/donnebib.htm T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men http://www.bartleby.com/people/Eliot-Th.html Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) - Bacchus, Terminus, Uriel http://www.poetry-archive.com/e/eme...alph_waldo.html Robert Frost (1874-1963) - Out, Out--, Snow, Mending Wall http://www.bartleby.com/people/Frost-Ro.html http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/robertfrost Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) - America, Howl, The fall of America Seamus Heaney (1939-Present) - Death of a Naturalist, The Haw Lantern, District and Circle http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetry....do?poetId=1392 Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889) - The caged Skylark, Moonrise, Spring Ted Hughes (1930-1998) - Crow, Gaudete, Moortown Diary, River, Wolfwatching http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetry....do?poetId=7078 John Keats (1795-1821) - Ode to psyche, Ode on a Grecian urn, Ode to a knightingale, Ode on Melancholy http://www.poetry-archive.com/k/keats_john.html Kenneth Koch (1925-2002) - Permanently, Seasons on Earth, The human sacriment, Fresh air H.P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) - The Call of Cthulhu, Ex Oblivione, Polaris, Nyarlathotep http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/lovecraft/ John Milton (1608-1674) - Paradise Lost, Light, On his blindness http://www.poetry-archive.com/m/milton_john.html Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) - A Dog Has Died, Enigmas, Morning Love Sonnet XXVII, Tower Of Light http://www.bryantmcgill.com/World_P...P/Pablo_Neruda/ Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) - Miners Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849) - A dream within a dream, The raven, For Annie, Ulalume http://www.poetry-archive.com/p/poe_edgar_allen.html Alexander Pope (1688-1744) - Solitude, Line by a person of quality, You know where you did despise http://www.poetry-archive.com/p/pope_alexander.html Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) - Goblin market, In the bleak mid Winter http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/rossetti_christina.html Robert Service (1874-1958) - Shooting of Dan McGrew, The Cremation of Sam McGee Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) - Ozymandias, Ode to the westwind, To a skaylark, The masque of anarchy http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/she...rcy_Bysshe.html Edward Lucie-Smith (1933-Present) - The Lesson, Silence Wislawa Szymborska (1923-Present) - Lenin Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) - Idylls of the Kings, (coined the phrase - "Better to have loved than lost") http://www.poetry-archive.com/t/tennyson_alfred.html Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Quiet early one morning, In country sleep Henry David Thoreau (-) - Wilden, I am a parcel of vain strivings, Light winged smoke http://www.poetry-archive.com/t/tho...enry_david.html Derek Walcott (1930-Present) - Love After Love, Omeros, In a green night William Wordsworth (1770-1850) - Expostulation and Reply, She dwelt among the untrodden ways http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/363.html Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) - Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel, Phedre, Madonna Mia http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/wilde/335/ Walt Whitman (1819-1892) - When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer, Miracles, Two Rivulets http://www.whitmanarchive.org/ http://www.bartleby.com/people/WhitmnW.html William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) - The cat and the moon, In the Seven Woods, The Valley of the black Pig http://www.poetry-archive.com/y/yeats_w_b.html AUTHORS Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855) - Jane Eyre, Villette, The Professor Emily Bronte (1818-1848) - Wuthering Heights Anne Bronte (1820-1849) - Agnes Grey, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall Kevin McFadden/Christopher Pike (1955-Present) - Slumber Party, Weekend, Remember Me Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) - The Jungle Book, Fear (poem) http://www.poetry-archive.com/k/kipling_rudyard.html
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The Writing Review
If you wish to discuss anything in this article, then please use the stickied Community Thread. If, however, you see an error use the Feedback Thread, or PM me to correct the imbecile writer. If you would like to submit a writing review, then please PM it to me. Your review can be about anything, from well crafted songs, pieces of poetry (famous or not so famous) or short stories. Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Comely
From Their Crtically Acclaimed 1998 Album In An Aeroplane Over The Sea Written by: Jeff Mangum  Oh comely I will be with you when you lose your breath Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene That was doing her thing on your chest But oh comely It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess In your memory you're drunk on your awe to me It doesn't mean anything at all Oh comely All of your friends are all letting you blow Bristling and ugly Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend You could need to say comforting things in your ear But oh comely There isn't such one friend that you could find here Standing next to me He's only my enemy I'll crush him with everything I own Say what you want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me This is going to be a lot of **** suckery, but what the hell. Here Jeff Mangum has shown a perfection of timing, substance, rhythm, and subtle rhyme. Breath/left, Scene/thing, Memory/Awe to me, etc. The brilliant use of off rhyme has created a bouncing flow that fits the piece perfectly. I wish people would write with this much substance, notice how there are barely any adjectives, notice the amount of description and the amount of detail without providing mundane and unnecessary adjective. The story of this song is only known to Jeff Mangum, but many have speculated that it is a romance between a young girl living in a trailer park, and one that has a terrible life. She thinks she has friends, but they aren't even there for her "letting you blow", "there isn't such one friend that you can find here". She tries to stay "bright and bubbly" because she has hope that things can get better ("chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left"), maybe because of him (the narrator of the song). The voice is incredibly hard to distinguish and it adds to the awful sense of foreboding, the vague voice and the incredibly rushed descriptions contract the reader into going deeper into the puzzle that is Jeff Mangum's brain. Notice how Jeff uses alliteration to further the flow, "bright and bubbly"/"blow, bristling, bursting"/"fruits,falling,friend." The flow Jeff Mangum has brought into the piece is a sign of his craft and genius. Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies While you and your mother Were asleep in the trailer park Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums The music and medicine you needed for comforting So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving And pluck all your silly strings And bend all your notes for me Soft silly music is meaningful magical The movements were beautiful All in your ovaries All of them milking with green fleshy flowers While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines Smelling of semen all under the garden Was all you were needing when you still believed in me Say what you want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me Here Jeff lets loose into an explosion of beautiful imagery and hauntingly grotesque descriptions. Notice the contract between the first stanza and the second stanza, instead of a narrative. (Rest lost due to PM error) And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families And will she remember me 50 years later I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine Know all your enemies We know who our enemies are This is where I'm going to loose a lot of you, but this stanza is completely unrelated to the previous two, and infact addresses the entire album. It is speaking about Anne Frank. Yes the girl you read about in the seventh grade. This entire song, and most of the album is about Jeff Mangum's emotional obsession with the story of and person that was Anne Frank. Infact this stanza sums up the entire album, which is the sad truth that this was a little girl, that was killed and only remember by the fact she kept a journal. It's that even though she was buried in a mass grave, in a huge ditch with "500 families," she was just an innocent young girl, and this is where this actually does fit in with the rest of the piece. The two previous stanzas, I believe describes Jeff Mangum's obsession with the person that was Anne Frank. Jeff Mangum fell in love with Anne Frank, and he feels guilty, he feels bitter than he couldn't save her (it is also speculated that Anne Frank is a huge metaphor for a relationship Jeff Mangum had, one that he refuses to talk about) and if he could go back in time and rescue her from the atrocities, would she even bother to remember him fifty years later. It isn't about the holocaust, it is about a love only he knows, a love she can't return and even though it's really ****ing weird, it's something we can all relate too. Being in love, and not having the possibility of it being returned. In the end he realizes that he was her enemy, and not her friend or lover, knowing that the person causing his bitterness is himself for falling in love with someone who can't return it. He's looking back on all of this now, thinking about how he let her down, and regretting it, wanting to make things better, but she is dead. And he wishes he could go back and make things better ("wished I could save her in some sort of time machine"), but it's too late. He now realizes he was actually her enemy, not her friend--There's something about how he sings "we know who our enemies are" that seems to say, "No, we don't, and sometimes the people we think are our friends are just the opposite". The song is about both Anne Frank and his former girlfriend, and even he stated before preforming this song, "This one is about a lot of things." Goldaline my dear
We will fold and freeze together Far away from here There is sun and spring and green forever But now we move to feel For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach Place your body here Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine This last stanza is a completely unrelated, but it is a reference to unreleased songs about siamese twins being lost in the forest and dying.  There you have it, possibly the best album of the 1990's, and possibly the best song the band ever created. Neutral Milk Hotel - In An Aeroplane Over The Sea, go get it. Analysis by: Matt (Something_Vague)
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"Miniver Cheevy"
By Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935) Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not, And dreamed, and rested from his labors; He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot, And Priam's neighbors. Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town, And Art, a vagrant. Miniver loved the Medici, Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one. Miniver cursed the commonplace And eyed a khaki suit with loathing; He missed the mediæval grace Of iron clothing. Miniver scorned the gold he sought, But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, And thought about it. Miniver Cheevy, born too late, Scratched his head and kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, and called it fate, And kept on drinking. In the poem, the narrator describes a character named Miniver Cheevy who seems to idealize the past, not because he had been there or experienced it, but merely because he is unhappy with the present. The poem uses irony [1] to create this picture. Miniver is a drunk, the town ne'er-do-well. Yet he dreams about the "graceful" Medieval period. Miniver is the last type of person who could survive during such a time. Allusions [2] also heighten the poem's irony, in fact they add the central irony. The contrast between the completely unheroic Miniver and his grandiose dreams associated with heroic figures of mythology (Hercules line 10), ancient Greece ("Thames" 11), the Bible (God 10), noble Middle Age knights ("Camelot" 11), and corrupt but fantastically powerful Renaissance families ("Medici" 17). What a powerful figure he might have been had he been born at the right time, Miniver supposes. Both allusions in line 10 are intimated by the phrase, "Rested from his labors". In Genesis 2:2-3, God rested after six days of labor and declared the Sabbath as the Christian day of rest and memorial of Creation, arguably one of the greatest achievements ever presented in literature, if not the greatest. In The Labors of Hercules, the story of "The Slaying of the Nemean Lion" says, "But Hercules, resting from his labors, wot not the trial which lay ahead." Two of the greatest, most powerful characters in classical literature and their marvelous labors warranted the rests that they had recieved. However, Miniver does nothing but think and drink. By writing this line, Robinson seems to ironically compare Cheevy to these two characters, helping highlight just how insignificant he is. The poem has a rather unique structure as well. It uses a basic ABAB rhyme scheme throughout, but uses some interesting rhymes, such as "never seen one/have been one" (18-20), "Medici/incessantly" (17-19), and "without it/about it" (26-28) for example. The poem is metered [3], using a strict syllable count for each iambic [4] line. The first and third lines of each stanza feature eight syllables, the second has nine and the last have five. Two other lines particularly enhance the poem using distinct literary techniques as well. Lines 15-16 use personification [5] ironically. The lines state, "He mourned Romance, now on the town, and Art, a vagrant." The phrase "now on the town" literally means the town's charity case, while a vagrant is essentially a tramp or bum. By referring to Romance and Art as charity cases, Miniver really describes himself, seemingly without knowledge of it. Lines 27-28 use repetition [6]. By saying "Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, and thought about it", Robinson exemplifies Miniver's pathetic foolishness. Two or three "thoughts" could simply be emphasizing the idea that he was thinking very hard, but as you get to four, the tone of the stanza changes from Miniver contemplating to a humorous absurdity. The tone [7] of the poem is that of a detached mocking. Rather than ever stating he sympathized with Miniver, Robinson simply portrays his depressing situation ironically to create the tone. All of this irony comes together to make a rather simplistic point about the nature of life. Quite simply and truthfully, the author seems to state, "People rarely look at themselves when placing blame for their problems." Literary Terms [1] Irony - The use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning. [2] Allusion - A reference to something in history or previous literature. [3] Meter - Poetic measure; arrangement of words in regularly measured, patterned, or rhythmic lines or verses. [4] Iambic - Metrical unit (properly known as a "foot") consisting of one unaccented syllable followed by one accented syllable. [5] Personification - The attribution of a personal nature or character to inanimate objects or abstract notions. [6] Repetition - The repeated use of the same word or word pattern as a rhetorical or poetic device. [7] Tone - Manner of expression in speech or writing; the mood of the poem; the quality of a piece of writing that reveals the attitudes and presuppositions of the author. Most definitions borrowed from dictionary.com. Analysis by - Corey (Silenceevolves)
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"I wanna Be Yours... "
By John Cooper Clarke I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot You call the shots I wanna be yours I wanna be your raincoat for those frequent rainy days I wanna be your dreamboat when you want to sail away Let me be your teddy bear take me with you anywhere I don’t care I wanna be yours I wanna be your electric meter I will not run out I wanna be the electric heater you’ll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion hold your hair in deep devotion Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean that’s how deep is my devotion John Cooper Clarke was never one for deep meanings or philosophical talk- more so he was a revoloutionary in the poetry world, and rose to fame in the late 70s and 80s for his witty writings and speedy delivery of his poems to audiences. Clarke wrote to perform, and this piece is no different. In this poem, Clarke uses simple metaphors to convey his feelings for a girl (presumably a girl, that is). He does this by saying that he'll be anything to be with this woman. This basically means he will do anything for her, but his twist on that cliche idea is to place himself in the position of everyday objects and the like, and show what that would mean to the object of his desire. Clarke, as he writes to perform, rarely uses punctuation in his pieces. This reinforces his "punk poet" character, and his reluctance to use much (if any) complex vocabulary, which also hints he does not think of himself as a master of language. This is possibly why he appealed to such a broad audience- his easy to comprehend, topical pieces on current culture meant each member of the audience could relate to his ramblings. Clarke's colloquial language and improper spellings including "wanna" are used, once more because Clarke is a performer, his pieces not there to be read. In keeping with the wide-appeal to his poems, Clarke uses simple ideas in this piece. breathing in your dust meaning he'll always be close by, If you like your coffee hot/let me be your coffee pot saying if you want something done, I'll do it. There's no substitute for simplicity sometimes. One technique Clarke uses often is reptition. My thinking behind this is that he is a performer- each piece he reads is like a song, and in songs you have choruses, a time when the whole audience can sing as one. Well, Clarke doesn't do that because he is a poet, but he tends to have one line or idea he will repeat as a hook, so that the audience remembers his performance. For instance, someone can come home from a Clarke gig and go to his friend "I really liked that one, you know... the I wanna be yours one.". Once more, a simple technique that benefits the poet. Quite a simple poem, but one that showcases why Clarke is as succesful as he is. I strongly recommend checking out more works of his, as they are very witty and entertaining to read. Analysis By: Jamie (Jammydude44)
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