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Human beings are members of a whole,
In creation of one essence and soul.
If one member is afflicted with pain,
Other members uneasy will remain.
If you've no sympathy for human pain,
The name of human you cannot retain!
-Saadi Shirazi
#Poetry #Humanity…

The Cameraman
#poetry #poetrycommunity We live our livesFor the cameraman.The cameraman tweaks our nozzles andAdjusts our illumination.We pose and pixelate,Perform what we imagine to be our livesFor the big eye.So that our images proliferate,We raise up the cameramanAnd manage a t…

Made a poem up in the shower this morning:
This potata
On my plate-a
Could be eaten now, or
Could be eaten later
WDYT? #poetry

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.

I’ve fallen in love with the Japanese literary form, zuihitsu.
Zuihitsu, meaning “following the brush,” flow as the mind flows. They are fragmentary—mixing moments of observation, opinion, anecdote, asides, and humor. From the contemporary point of view zuihitsu refuse categorization, vibrating in the live space between prose and poetry.
#poetry

Ways of Seeing: Following the Brush - Zuihitsu as Attention
Zuihitsu, a Japanese literary genre between prose and poetry, is a unique form of attention. Sei Shonagōn and Kimiko Hahn inspire exercises in looking.

Here's a short poem by Langston Hughes named "Question":
When the old junk man Death
Comes to gather up our bodies
And toss them into the sack of oblivion,
I wonder if he will find
The corpse of a white multi-millionaire
Worth more pennies of eternity,
Than the black torso of
A Negro cotton-picker?
#Poetry

A field of my dreams
expansive as the ocean
vast plane of color
#haiku #poetry

crawling through nothing
I writhe in an endless void
hoping for something
#haiku #poetry

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies—
Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.”
--Shakespeare, Sonnet XVII
#Poetry #Poem

There’s too much Noise
All I hear is screeching noise
And it’s choking me
#poetry #poem #haiku

in die tiefe seines bauches
nach wörteralgen taucht der dichter
am weißen strand des papieres
spreitet er sie zum trocknen aus:
es wird gebeten das seegras nicht
vor seiner zeit zu wenden danke
H.C. ARTMANN (1989)
#Poesie #Gedichte #poetry #HCArtmann