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  • jantastic on October 29





  • jantastic on May 1
    the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older...

    May. The pansies are blossoming.

    Come back again.
  • Cat on March 7
    i see you.
  • jantastic on March 5
    gold...
  • jantastic on March 3
    it's not so dusty anymore... that's a good thing
    popcorn & apple slices
  • cvillelisa on December 2, 2008


    Your name popped up higher on my favorites list of people who have been online

    That's a good thing -- just to know you rumble about from time to time.

    Hope you are well.

    Lisa
  • Mari Goes on November 27, 2008
    Happy Thanksgiving Brian, miss you
  • whispernthedark on November 22, 2008
    writing something new, darling? i sure hope so...

    ♥
    whisper
  • jantastic on July 28, 2008
    I was stopping by to dust.. but I see Mary beat me to it.

    Maybe I'll just hang out on your porch for a bit.
  • Cat on July 26, 2008
    i stopped by
    but there was no one home

    so i picked up your newspapers, swept your walk,
    dead headed your flowers
    and waited - for just a while
    on your stoop

    a little girl ran by
    and said you moved- i told her she must be mistaken_

    she didn't say another word
  • klassy lassy on June 9, 2008
    Soft coastal winds are beginning to carry the aroma of summer, Brian, and I hope you are finding time for the softer side of life. Miss you....

    Karen s

  • jantastic on May 1, 2008
    well, May 1...

    Happy... May Day
  • jantastic on March 17, 2008
    = )

    the sun is getting stronger and the birds are singing, guess I can't ask for much more (well, save the mountains of snow all going away)
  • gaze on February 4, 2008
    Long hello not said...
    hi breeze
  • jantastic on January 2, 2008
    Happy 2008 Brian. Wishes for health,happiness and all that jazz.

    me
  • B2oH on December 31, 2007
    Happy New Year wishes, Sir.
  • Emerald13 on December 22, 2007
    Hi Poet ... stopping by to wish you and yours a wonderful CHristmas .... >>> Gina
  • cvillelisa on December 21, 2007

    I saw your name flitting around the Poetry Board. Yay. Stopped by to wish you and yours a joyful Christmastime, Windy.

    Peace.

    Lisa
  • jantastic on December 3, 2007
    come back
  • jantastic on October 4, 2007
    it's a bit dusty in here...

    a bit of a breeze blowing through would do a world of good

    me
  • jantastic on August 29, 2007
  • Cat on August 13, 2007
    i thought someone said there was new poetry here- there is no new poetry here
    someone lied-

    perhaps you should make it right and put new poetry here


    good morning
  • jantastic : interesting... on August 3, 2007
    that up there

    hi
  • cvillelisa on July 25, 2007


    I get like that -- in critical mode. I think it is an avoidance issue for me. Course cause I'm never happy with what I write so it often feels better to be in critical mode. Then all of the sudden I go "omg, snap out of it and enjoy something would ya lisa"



    Not too mushy though okay? I hate when people who know better lie about bad poems too. Oh nevermind who am I to tell you how to comment.




  • Jaden on July 12, 2007
    The book "Robert Lowell's Collected Poems" is his best and covers the range of his work from early to end.

    Another great author is James Merrill . . . his work is similar to that of Lowell's . . . both are great in their own ways though. I'm having fun reading both at the same time.

  • Balldinger : vaulted testament... on July 9, 2007
    Windy, it appears you're scratching folks eyes out and they can't see to stop you from doin' it. keep up the nice work. ~ Ed
  • cvillelisa : Happy Fourth, Windy on July 4, 2007





    Mayakovsky

    1

    My heart's aflutter!
    I am standing in the bath tub
    crying. Mother, mother
    who am I? If he
    will just come back once
    and kiss me on the face
    his coarse hair brush
    my temple, it's throbbing!

    then I can put on my clothes
    I guess, and walk the streets.

    2

    I love you. I love you,
    but I'm turning to my verses
    and my heart is closing
    like a fist.

    Words! be
    sick as I am, swoon,
    roll back your eyes, a pool,

    and I'll stare down
    at my wounded beauty
    which at best is only a talent
    for poetry.

    Cannot please, cannot charm or win
    what a poet!
    and the clear water is thick

    with bloody blows on its head.
    I embraced a cloud,
    but when I soared
    it rained.

    3

    That's funny! there's blood on my chest
    oh yes, I've been carrying bricks
    what a funny place to rupture!
    and now it is raining on the ailanthus
    as I step out onto the window ledge
    the tracks below me are smoky and
    glistening with a passion for running
    I leap into the leaves, green like the sea

    3
    Now I am quietly waiting for
    the catastrophe of my personality
    to seem beautiful again,
    and interesting, and modern.

    The country is grey and
    brown and white in trees,
    snows and skies of laughter
    always diminishing, less funny
    not just darker, not just grey.

    It may be the coldest day of
    the year, what does he think of
    that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
    perhaps I am myself again.


    Frank O'Hara.
  • Cat : something's fishy on June 11, 2007
    i have no idea of which you speak- i have a small mouth in which barely a sound escapes-

    i am silent like a fish...
  • ArtFullyMe on June 1, 2007

    Each time I see that chicken .. I think... how apt that image is for.. oh so many things..

    love the words here.. and the sense of endlessness.

  • B2oH on June 1, 2007
    Greetings and salutations, sir. Your poetry is always superb for the insights....the flicker of things just beyond the pale.
  • jantastic : . on May 30, 2007
    yes
  • jantastic : malt vinegar on May 25, 2007
  • NurseChilly on May 24, 2007
    I'm sorry... but the North of England makes the best fish and chips...

    ....... but I do love that poem on your page... it makes your porch ooze with the smell of vinegar on battered cod...

    wonderful
  • Balldinger : Hog spit and pretzel snouts... on May 18, 2007
    Windy, you are the incarnate excavation of impermanence. Your Windover3 poem on your home page is fluent tonguelessness - thank dog you dropped your pen when the cat was looking... ~ Ed
  • dewfall : your poems on May 17, 2007
    i have just run into your work... it is lovely... i can see the G.M. Hopkins reference runs into the creation of new words... have you read Roland Barthes by any chance, i mean i was forced to at uni but i am glad i did just for the part when he rants about the taste of words in your mouth... good work, look forward to seeing more when the magic spare moment arrives.
  • NurseChilly on May 10, 2007
    Beautiful poem up there my friend ^^^^^^^^^^^


    ^^^^^^()^^^^^^^ wings flying
    and lil' legs a'flappin
    under de water....
  • ma belle on May 6, 2007
    Thank you for visiting my sonnet; you were most thoughtful and your critique noteworthy. Do you write sonnets by chance? I wish you the best and again thank you for your visit. Belle
  • jantastic : . on May 3, 2007
    Life's like a mayonnaise soda
  • plinkyponk on May 1, 2007
    i like the picture of you standing in your kitchen
  • cvillelisa on April 26, 2007


    I made pierogi's for my kid for dinner last night. Potato and onion.
  • Balldinger : cyber kentic jumble... on April 25, 2007
    mind that scally-waggin' chop noddle dank, mate! There are women present. Just can't seem to find them all. Here's to a fine Glenlevit on the rocks and immobility just around the corner. Persuade improprieties to waver and dance around the edges. over and out....chsshhhk

    ~ Ed
  • jaunty pill on April 22, 2007

    Hey man. You good?
  • jantastic on April 12, 2007
    That up there is really beautiful.
  • jantastic : who? on April 12, 2007
    Look, he's crawling up my wall
    black and hairy, very small
    now he's up above my head
    hanging by a little thread


    words
    words
    words

    I'm searching for them and they are hiding behind busy of late. Glad to see some have found their way to you.
  • Blondita on April 6, 2007
    Howdy Brian, Welcome back. Hope all is well across the Atlantic X

    Mayakovsky was a genius. Completely enamoured of Russian poets of late. Akhmatova, Gorbanevskaya, Voznesenky. Steer me in the direction of any additional genii(?)...geniuses you might know of !
  • jantastic : *coffee* on April 5, 2007
  • Cat on March 19, 2007
    hey- i remember you- aren't you the guy who writes poseys and stuff?


    m
  • klassy lassy on March 1, 2007
    I really miss the Prince of the Northwest Woods, the one who might stuff frogs in his pockets and even comes lately to rake a few blossoms off the cherry trees. Maybe he has a string or two in his pocket to tag a couple yellow balloons floating west to east? ~ K
  • poetryality on February 20, 2007
    Haven't seen you about in a while. Just thought I'd trip on by and say AELLO Hope all is well with you poet!


    Be Blessed ♥

    Renee
  • klassy lassy on February 9, 2007
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