resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
[personal profile] realpestilence prompted: favorite poem and favorite poet.

My favorite poet right now is Walt Whitman. This changes from time to time, but Whitman is meaning a lot to me right now.

I've also always had a soft spot for my adolescent favorite, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and for Don Marquis' Archy and Mehitabel poems. And I loved the early work of Marilyn Hacker, but her stuff spoke less to me once she stopped using poetic forms.

I couldn't really say I have one favorite poem, per se, but here's one I've been finding particularly meaningful for some years.

Angels Among the Servants )
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
The Ballad of John Henry's CEO

by Resonant

When the owner was a little baby,
Sittin' on his nanny's knee,
He looked out the window at the old steel yard,
Said, All this belongs to me, lord, lord,
All this belongs to me.

Well, the owner said to the captain,
These new steam drills work a treat.
They work all day, they work all night,
They don't need to rest or eat, lord, lord,
Don't need to rest or eat.

The captain said to the owner,
If you no longer need these men,
They don't work all day and collect their pay,
Who will ride your railroads then, lord, lord,
Who will ride your railroads then?

The owner said to the captain,
Captain, don't you curse and frown.
You can't fight fate, gotta automate,
Keep the cost of production down, lord, lord,
The cost of production down.

When the captain told him 'bout John Henry,
The owner he laughed with glee.
Said, I pay John Henry for his strong right arm
But I get his pride for free, lord, lord,
I get his pride for free.

The captain said to the owner,
Which one will win the day?
The owner said, That's nothing to me.
I get my tunnel either way, lord, lord.
I get my tunnel either way.

John Henry died in the evening.
The captain began to weep.
The owner he ate a nice beefsteak
And went and had a good night's sleep, lord, lord,
Went and had a good night's sleep.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
I want to read some smut and there is none.
I think the universe is very rude.
I thought this evening would be much more fun;
I want to read some smut and there is none.
Am I reduced to knitting like a nun?
Or reading things where people don't get nude?!
I want to read some smut and there is none.
I think the universe is very rude.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
Who has seen the cat?
Neither I nor you.
But when you fall and break your leg,
The cat is passing through.

Who has seen the cat?
Neither you nor I.
But when you tumble down the stairs,
The cat is passing by.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Head exploded)
I dreamed I was reading a book of poetry whose title was You Still Don't Realize You're On TV.

Note: Iambic pentameter.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
I'm looking for a sestina by Marilyn Hacker called "Nimue to Merlin." It was in an early collection of hers, one which I think had the word "city" in the title, and may also have been in some collected-works volume, though it isn't in the one I have.

If anyone has this poem, and could type it in for me, I would be eternally (or at least until Thursday) grateful.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
Your song defies translation.
You're always green.
That's too concise.
Perhaps we ought
To sing it twice.
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
Your song defies translation.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
It just won't work in English.
I like you lots.
That has no grace.
Perhaps it's all
Too Lowercase.
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
It just won't work in English.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
I wish I were bilingual.
Perhaps the reason
Why you're sung
Is so I'll learn
A second tongue.
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
I wish I were bilingual.

Yes, we bought our tree today, hence the doggerel. I've got a little three-footer that I plan to sneak into the kidlet's room as she sleeps.

Another random observation: Humans may be the only animals who blush, but we're definitely not the only animals who whine. The cat is whining at me even as we speak. I think she senses that the laptop has my lap at just exactly the temperature she likes best.

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