G'Day from OZ,
Welcome to my virtual patio. I really do appreciate your visits.
Take a chair and sit a while.
There is a small bookshelf by your chair;
There's poetry here at AP, and stories
[short and long] at Storywrite, so
read anything that interests you.
There's tea [choice of Irish Breakfast or Russian Caravan]
or coffee [choice of Goroka or Blue Mountain]
on the serving table. [Ya' gotta' bring your own sugar, boyo.]
Arrowroot biscuits in the tin.
Help youself. Ta.
"Poetry is the smallest unit of language that can be used to convey the largest spectrum of meaning." Annon.
My favorite poets? Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas. [and sometime the other Dylan]
If I have a philosophy for writing poetry it would be this -
"In My Craft or Sullen Art" by Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art
exercised in this still night
when only the moon rages
and the lovers lie abed
with all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
not for ambition or bread
or the strut or trade of arms
on the ivory stages
but for the common wages
of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
from the raging moon I write
on these spindrift pages
nor for the towering dead
with their nightingales and psalms
but for the lovers, their arms
round the griefs of the ages,
who pay no praise or wages
nor heed my craft or sullen art.
Here's a thought:
“A language has died once it is driven by a desire to please. …. The flattening of language is a flattening of meaning. Language which is not taut with a sense of its own significance, which is apologetic in its desire to be acceptable to a modern consciousness, language….which submits to its audience, rather than instructing, informing, moving, challenging and even entertaining them, is no longer a language which can carry the freight the [host culture] requires. It has….lost all authority.” Adam Nicholson, historian. London, 2004.
Here are 10 of my poems I'd own up to any day; keeping in mind of course that pride goeth before a fall!
1. Uillean Those Pipes they are
2.The Barrow Waits Upon The Crofter's Widow
3. My Arboreal Senses Born Deciduous
4. Riding Thermals
5. Requiem in a Small Town
6. All These Be Poetry
7. Avian Calligraphy
8. The English Publican's Complaint
9. Sharing the Wonderment of Words
10. Authenticity
Well, thanks for dropping by. I do waffle on.......sorry.
So, I guess "I'll call my dog and I'll take the truck and I'll drive on into town..." [Red Velvet, by Gordon Lightfoot]
James Gagiikwe [pronounced "Ga-zhe-kway"]
Welcome to my virtual patio. I really do appreciate your visits.
Take a chair and sit a while.
There is a small bookshelf by your chair;
There's poetry here at AP, and stories
[short and long] at Storywrite, so
read anything that interests you.
There's tea [choice of Irish Breakfast or Russian Caravan]
or coffee [choice of Goroka or Blue Mountain]
on the serving table. [Ya' gotta' bring your own sugar, boyo.]
Arrowroot biscuits in the tin.
Help youself. Ta.
"Poetry is the smallest unit of language that can be used to convey the largest spectrum of meaning." Annon.
My favorite poets? Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas. [and sometime the other Dylan]
If I have a philosophy for writing poetry it would be this -
"In My Craft or Sullen Art" by Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art
exercised in this still night
when only the moon rages
and the lovers lie abed
with all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
not for ambition or bread
or the strut or trade of arms
on the ivory stages
but for the common wages
of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
from the raging moon I write
on these spindrift pages
nor for the towering dead
with their nightingales and psalms
but for the lovers, their arms
round the griefs of the ages,
who pay no praise or wages
nor heed my craft or sullen art.
Here's a thought:
“A language has died once it is driven by a desire to please. …. The flattening of language is a flattening of meaning. Language which is not taut with a sense of its own significance, which is apologetic in its desire to be acceptable to a modern consciousness, language….which submits to its audience, rather than instructing, informing, moving, challenging and even entertaining them, is no longer a language which can carry the freight the [host culture] requires. It has….lost all authority.” Adam Nicholson, historian. London, 2004.
Here are 10 of my poems I'd own up to any day; keeping in mind of course that pride goeth before a fall!
1. Uillean Those Pipes they are
2.The Barrow Waits Upon The Crofter's Widow
3. My Arboreal Senses Born Deciduous
4. Riding Thermals
5. Requiem in a Small Town
6. All These Be Poetry
7. Avian Calligraphy
8. The English Publican's Complaint
9. Sharing the Wonderment of Words
10. Authenticity
Well, thanks for dropping by. I do waffle on.......sorry.
So, I guess "I'll call my dog and I'll take the truck and I'll drive on into town..." [Red Velvet, by Gordon Lightfoot]
James Gagiikwe [pronounced "Ga-zhe-kway"]
- Last seen on Nov 15 6:21 PM. Member since January 15, 2008.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 508 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""Thig crioch air an t-saoghal ach mairidh gaol agus ceòl." [The world will come to an end but music and love will endure]".
- I am a man (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm getting older.
- I have 508 comments, 42 poems, 40 stories
Poems I'm focused on
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Population dwindled down, summer cottages boarded up, the speedboats dry-docked. It is quiet again. Smoke in the clear air curls upwa
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No spring rains,
again. -
A reflection on the AP poets I
enjoy reading.24 lines, 12 comments, October 12. In Thoughts -
Dogwood and Mountain Dulcimer
and southern headstones -
Four words with written purpose rose
and spilled their meaning -
My Arboreal Senses Born Deciduous
retain their autumnal preference -
Dry-docked -
a fishwife all alone and watchful –
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A nonsense poem just to use the word Nonce
at least once, or twice.20 lines, 11 comments, March 11. In Nonsense -
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“If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable I will tell you why I think that I can get across it if I try,” Marianne Moore, U.S. Po
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PTSD, guilt,
and the aftermath of war -
“Bamewawagezhikaquay”
What insight is in a name! -
Abandoned at hightide’s furthest edge,
load of kelp, rake and barrow stand -
“She’s aground! She’s aground!”
the call came down the road,87 lines, 7 comments, January 17. In Contest -
Uillean those pipes they are that cry out
my bardic heart for me,40 lines, 18 comments, February 23, 2008 -
Once launched
wing we this wondrous thing aloft, -
Vietnam War, Australian casualty. Seen from his home town's point of view.44 lines, 8 comments, January 16, 2008
My Poetry
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Prisoner of War
returning from captivity
My Stories
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144 lines, 6 comments, October 11. In <600 words, Dark humour
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Seeking rest after wartime service
a woman doctor comes to a small town. -
Seekers and dealers
play a deadly game672 lines, 5 comments, September 25. In 600-2000 words, Science fiction
My other items
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- MOUNTAIN DULCIMER at DOGWOOD TIME at sharepoetry
arpeggios and
headstones - The Barrow Waits Upon the Crofter’s Widow at sharepoetry
Abandoned at high tide’s furthest edge – / load of kelp, rake and barrow stand / silent in anticipation. / / The sun reflects opaline / to match the fire in her eyes, / as the pulsing inner ocean / the waves without – / and she, standin - On Standing Lutheran in a Bavarian Field at sharepoetry
I come both tourist and penitent today / to this weed-choked and overgrown / parade ground of the damned; / cracked, upthrust by winters, crumbling, / a useless place of refuse and debris, / a metaphor of its time. / Barbed wire all in rust
Guest Book
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Rose Angel : Popping In At Your Door To Say Hello on September 22I will be in for a cup of tea in a few days and perhaps have a chin wag...I do declare I see some Gaelic sentences here...My great grandmother spoke it and I always had a yearning to learn. Some places in Nova Scotia they still know it. I'll say goodnight now..After midnight...
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Cherrylv on August 27I hope you are well Bruce, I have just two words to say The Ashes lmao lamo
Better luck next time
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Rose Angel : Dear New Friend... on August 22You have attracted my attention...A wealth of kn9wledge, and of course your poem has me wanting to read more..Your page says to me tea...the Scots way makes me right at home as well...Mom was born there.. and I can't forget it...I have a second cousin down there, and another relative in a place with a STRANGE name...I do declare it is Aboriginal..Blessings friend ...
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Cannonsfire : G'day from Melbourne on June 16Well I was perusing Rowan's fav's and came across you and i must say i have enjoyed the visit so much I might move in like the interminable in laws, drink all the Carlton and VB and play Cold Chisel to all hours of the morning..then go read some more of the poetry lol..Bonza Mate
C
