poetry

poetry

I heard a bird congratulating itselfall day for being a jay.Nobody cared. But it was gladall over again, and said so, again.

I heard a bird congratulating itselfall day for being a jay.Nobody cared. But it was gladall over again, and said so, again.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is an orphan of silence.

Poetry is an orphan of silence.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And so I pray I am today as honestwith myself, with life all around me and below and above me,with all who I encounter.

And so I pray I am today as honestwith myself, with life all around me and below and above me,with all who I encounter.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When people say, "I've told you fifty times," / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," / They make you dread that they 'II recite them too;In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

When people say, "I've told you fifty times," / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," / They make you dread that they 'II recite them too;In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses.It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses.It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir!(And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen!)

L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir!(And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen!)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How are poets able to unzip what they see around them, calling forth a truer essence from behind a common fact? Why, reading a verse about a pear, do you see past the fruit in so transcendent a way?

How are poets able to unzip what they see around them, calling forth a truer essence from behind a common fact? Why, reading a verse about a pear, do you see past the fruit in so transcendent a way?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are spirits clad in veils.

We are spirits clad in veils.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I was compared to Charles Bukowski yesterday. It was the best and worst compliment I've ever gotten.

I was compared to Charles Bukowski yesterday. It was the best and worst compliment I've ever gotten.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.

One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Each and every words count.Each and every thoughts count.

Each and every words count.Each and every thoughts count.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

With slouch and swing around the ringWe trod the Fools’ Parade!We did not care: we knew we wereThe Devils’ Own Brigade:And shaven head and feet of leadMake a merry masquerade.

With slouch and swing around the ringWe trod the Fools’ Parade!We did not care: we knew we wereThe Devils’ Own Brigade:And shaven head and feet of leadMake a merry masquerade.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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