#1
Here's this then.

A place to name, give examples of and discuss your favourite poet, from any time or era, well known or local.

Rules:

DO NOT post your own works in this thread.

DO NOT spam or go off topic - we have the community thread for that. This is for discussion. I will report any spam posts to the mods.

PLEASE respect others views and opinions, even if they are not the same as yours. As above, any abuse will be reported.


Hopefully this thread will give open up more poets for people to read and experience.

Discuss!
#2
T.S. Elliot. What does everyone think of him? I'm quite fond of his style to be honest and I think it shows sometimes in my writing. Anyone else like him?
#3
I haven't read too much of him... I'll probably get him out of the library sometime this year.

Not hugely what I'm a fan of to be honest. But I need to read more to be sure.
#5
I'll try.

At the moment I'm reading this big book of shakespeare, four comedies and five tragedies. The thing that's really good about them thought is the write-ups before them, they go so deep into everything it's really inspired me - can't wait to get my laptop soon, I really want to just hole up in my room for a while and write.
#6
Damn! Never knew UG had a poetry thread, thought we were all a bit too lowbrow for it Anyway, here are some of my favourites:

The sharp-edged sword, unsheathed,
Cuts through the void -
Within the raging fire
A cool wind blows.

(by Shiaku Sho'on, Japanese Death poem)

... And I have felt
A presence that distrubs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply infused;
Whose dwelling is the light of the setting suns,
And the bound ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought
And rolls through all things

(Wordsword, from Tintem Abbey)

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And enternity in an hour

(First verse of Auguries of Innocence by William Blake)

Around around the sun we go
The moon goes round the earth
We do not die of death
We die of vertigo!

(from The Crow graphic novel)

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet brids in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there: I did not die.

(Anon, Navajo burial prayer)

Okay I cant be arsed typing out any more.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
#7
Damn! Never knew UG had a poetry thread, thought we were all a bit too lowbrow for it Anyway, here are some of my favourites:


We welcome your original poetry for critique in the main forum
#8
mines probably arthur rimbaud, my friend melanie gibson (yes 'mel gibson' urf urf) got me in to him and even though some of his poems dont rhyme in english (he was french) they still have a kinda 'teenager' feeling to it, kinda like if the sexually frustrated and pissed off punks of the 1970's had been around in that era he wrote most his stuff as a young teen and later on became a gun runner and that, led a very exciting life did auld arfur
upon discussing Shay Laren..

Originally Posted by FloyDZeD
I googled her, and now I have a boner. Thanks a lot.



and horny things we done as youngsters, this one involving involving poo..

Quote by meh17
1 Toddler 1 Cup

epic
#9
Don't know much about Rimbaud, but IIRC didn't he stop writing poetry before his 21st birthday? And after that he became a trader?

I've been meaning to pick up Une Saison en Enfer but I can't find a copy with English/French on opposite pages, my French is really terrible but I feel bad getting foreign poetry in translation, its such a gamble - some translations are really well done but others can be severely lacking..

A quick one:

How happy is the blameless vessel's lot,
The world forgetting by the world forgot
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind,
Each prayer accepted,
Each wish resigned.

(Alexander Pope)
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
#10
yeah i think so (if ya still on about rimbaud), he wasnt a legitimate trader though traded in guns and the like so mel told me if he was around now he'd be one of those kids cycling round the underpasses trading weed to people
upon discussing Shay Laren..

Originally Posted by FloyDZeD
I googled her, and now I have a boner. Thanks a lot.



and horny things we done as youngsters, this one involving involving poo..

Quote by meh17
1 Toddler 1 Cup

epic
#11
Recently, I've been a fan of Yevgeny Yevtushenko (Russian/Soviet poet) and Wendell Berry. I've been reading a lot of them these past couple of weeks.
Dem Dry Bones
Current read: I Am America (And You Can Too) (Stephen Colbert)
Album of the Week: Four Thieves Gone (The Avett Brothers)
#12
This is my all-time favorite poem:

Birth by Cécile Cloutier

Perfect from the start
That small cell
Contains
Already
The wrinkles and death
Of an old man.
Drop another coin in the slot, and I will tell you more...
#14
Read this ****


Toaster (by Pseudo Dave)

My toaster's element is nothing like the sun
Hot beams don't shine from its metal casing...etc
Hi
#15
Quote by Chak
This is my all-time favorite poem:


I like
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
#16
Ok, some people might say "he's a songwriter so it doesn't count", but Conor Oberst is a f*cking poet, there's no two ways about it. He uses loads of really clever metaphors etc and really makes you think.
"We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain."
"And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this, the reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did."
"For every speck of tile, there's a thousand more you won't ever see, but must hold inside yourself, eternally."
I could quote him all day.
He truly does not get the recognition he deserves.