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the new creepy world of (probably) AI-abetted allen ginsberg/bruce conner forgeries. #poetry

Newly Discovered Ginsberg Poem… Or Another Beat Fake?
A recent video claims to present a lost Allen Ginsberg poem.

You know those dreams where you're trying to scream, but no matter how much effort you put in you can't make any noise?
Cw: collapse and despair
#Poetry #ClimateChange

Life must go on,
And the dead be forgotten;
Life must go on,
Though good men die;
Anne, eat your breakfast;
Dan, take your medicine;
Life must go on;
I forget just why.
2/2
#Poetry --EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Es gibt eine neue Gruppe zu #poetry
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und eine zum Schreiben
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There’s too much Noise
All I hear is screeching noise
And it’s choking me
#poetry #poem #haiku

Toothpaste and a light
Coating of dust cover the
Plant in the bathroom.
#haiku #poetry

For whom does one write?
#amiribaraka #poetry #afrosonics
https://www.tumblr.com/teledyn/797594498114977792/afrosonics-but-many-of-us-feel-that-since-we?source=share

#Poetry
Fear, by Kahlil Gibran
It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But …

I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny
that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.
--Ada Limón,
from the poem "Calling Things What They Are",
from the book "The Hurting Kind"
#Poetry

The perfect form for the internet and people's ever decreasing attention spans.
#blogging

Draw elixirs of songs
Right from my tongue, and
Right from my brow, and
Right from my arm.
Now I can't give them
For promise, or
For solace, or
For freedom.
And I can't take them back.
#Poetry

A stable reference is not necessary for meaning.
If ancient poems have no current similar meanings to use for construction or deconstruction, we all yet understand them as communications. Even over the years, and spaces.
Sometimes their meanings multiply.
#Poetry #Philosophy

One card from Maria Popova's book of cards. They're also available as stationery cards.
#Poetry

Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats
I'll make you little jackets;
I'll make you little trousers
From his old pants.
There'll be in his pockets
Things he used to put there,
Keys and pennies
Covered with tobacco;
Dan shall have the pennies
To save in his bank;
Anne shall have the keys
To make a pretty noise with.
...cont. 1/2

Birdy with a yaller bill
Hop up on my windy sill
Cock his shiny eye and said
Ain't you shamed you sleepy head?
-- Robert Louis Stevenson translated by Walt Kelly, re-translated by my worn memory bits
#Poetry

FORGIVENESS

May the tide
never tire of its tender toil
how over and over
it forgives the Moon
the daily exile
and returns to turn
mountains into sand
     as if to say,
you too can have
this homecoming
you too possess
this elemental power
of turning
the stone in the heart
into golden dust.
— Maria Popova
#Poetry