Archive for the POETRY Category

‘Still I Rise’ Maya Angelou

Posted in POETRY with tags , on July 24, 2010 by echostains

A while ago, I featured the famous poetess Maya Angelou poem  I know why the caged bird sings.  Here’s another one that I think is absolutely amazing and uplifting in its message.  This poem is almost like a hymn  –  it is a song of freedom to everyone who needs to find inner strength and courage.  It is a celebration of the human spirit.  What a gift this woman has!   Please  listen to these words and enjoy.  I realise that Angelou is a household name to most people, but I have only recently discovered her – what a find eh:)

This is a short version of the poem – for the longer more detailed one – it’s here

“Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s miraculously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Mata Angelou

Video by mkimimi

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and Men are from where was that again?

Posted in ART VIDEOS, POETRY on July 16, 2010 by echostains

 

I’m in the mood for a bit of poetry again and nothing else will suffice but another helping of John Cooper Clarke, the Salford Bard.  Everyone’s heard of the book Men are from Mars Women are from Venus, but Cooper Clarke would have us believe that he  married a monster from out of space – with hilarious results:)  For those who can’t get their heads round the dulcet accent of Cooper Clarke – here are the words.  He’s a very clever poet as you will see!

The milky way she walks around
All feet firmly off the ground
Two worlds collide, two worlds collide
Here comes the future bride
Gimme a lift to the lunar base
I wanna marry a monster from outer space

I fell in love with an alien being
Whose skin was jelly – whose teeth were green
She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare
Feet like water wings – purple hair
I was over the moon – I asked her back to my place
Then I married the monster – from outer space

The days were numbered – the nights were spent
In a rent free furnished oxygen tent
When a cyborg chef served up moon beams
Done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
When I married the monster from outer space

We walked out – tentacle in hand
You could sense that the earthlings would not understand
They’d go.. nudge nudge …when we got off the bus
Saying it’s extra-terrestial – not like us
And it’s bad enough with another race
But fuck me… a monster …from outer space

In a cybernetic fit of rage
She pissed off to another age
She lives in 1999
With her new boyfriend – a blob of slime
Each time I see her translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space

  

The milky way she walks around
All feet firmly off the ground
Two worlds collide, two worlds collide
Here comes the future bride
Gimme a lift to the lunar base
I wanna marry a monster from outer space

I fell in love with an alien being
Whose skin was jelly – whose teeth were green
She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare
Feet like water wings – purple hair
I was over the moon – I asked her back to my place
Then I married the monster – from outer space

The days were numbered – the nights were spent
In a rent free furnished oxygen tent
When a cyborg chef served up moon beams
Done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
When I married the monster from outer space

We walked out – tentacle in hand
You could sense that the earthlings would not understand
They’d go.. nudge nudge …when we got off the bus
Saying it’s extra-terrestial – not like us
And it’s bad enough with another race
But fuck me… a monster …from outer space

In a cybernetic fit of rage
She pissed off to another age
She lives in 1999
With her new boyfriend – a blob of slime
Each time I see her translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space

 poem from here with thanks  and video from rickotubeuk thanks!

More poems and fun from Cooper Clarke’s website here

Poetry Slamming

Posted in POETRY with tags , on July 14, 2010 by echostains

I came across ‘Slam’ poetry the other day and was curious about the word ‘Slam’ and how it related to poetry.  According to Wiki, a poetry Slam is a competition where people recite their own work and are judged by a set of chosen judges.  The work is usually political and topical and quite fast.  Taylor Phillips gives a passionate and furious delivery about poetry and the use of words.  Poets are judged not only on their poem but also on the delivery of that poetry and the passionate delivery.  Her poetry and pace took my breath away – I hope you enjoy this as much as me:)

passionate and a fast and furious delivery Taylor Phillips

Poetry Slam definition here

and for those who wish to write it – here’s some instructions

video from bootswithdafur

A mouse springs to mind

Posted in POETRY with tags , , on July 7, 2010 by echostains

It’s not a sunny day, but it is warm.  As usually on these humid days, I am off out of the place for a bit of exercise.  I thought we would have a bit of poetry and for some reason or other the old Robbie Burns came to mind.  I do love his poetry, but its a long time since I read any.   When you first read his words, it’s difficult to get the feel for the language because it is very ‘Scottish’, but after a while this does become a lot easier.  The words then begin to flow and you do  truly  appreciate the  beauty and wisdom!

Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave ‘S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ wast,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald.
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

Video by peigimccann

poem from here

My latest poem is on Bookstains (it’s called ‘Bloodrush’

Poetry contribution

Posted in ART, ART PORTFOLIO MY PERSONAL ART, POETRY with tags , , , on July 2, 2010 by echostains

'Aqua Sulis' (mixed media) by Lynda M Roberts

Here’s my poetry contribution for the ‘Freeflowing poetry challenge’.  It’s over on my other blog ‘Bookstains’.  I hope you enjoy it and join in!  An excellent idea of from the Artroadshow!

This Summers day

Posted in POETRY with tags , , on June 29, 2010 by echostains

Willliam Shakespeare

Glorious weather! and I’m off out in it! (because summers lease has all too short a date…) Beautiful poem by the master, Shakespeare just about sums today up;-

Shall I compare thee to a summers day

Sonnet 18

William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day

Sonnet 18

William Shakespear

Update: All planned and went ahead, lovely time out and a lovely meal – and then the rains came down! Yet again! It’s beginning to look suspicious now… Every time we both have time off….. like NOW (not yesterday which was the hottest day of the year) it rains! It can be cracking the flagstones but whenever we are both off it rains. I wish there was a way that we could place BETS on this because by now we would be very rich indeed!

Poem is from here and image from here

Modigliani sculpture – fetches a fortune

Posted in ART, ART HISTORY, POETRY with tags , , , on June 17, 2010 by echostains

Tete by Modigliani

Amedeo Modigliani is primarily known as a  painter. He is known to have produced about 27 pieces of sculpture though.  The latest piece to be sold is a 65cm sculpture, made of Limestone and called ‘Tete’ has snapped up at a Paris auction for a mere 43.2 Million!

The sculpture was from the GastonLevy collection.  He acquired it in 1927.   The artist took up sculpture due to ill health apparently, though I would think sculpture was more hazardous to the lungs and health than paint, due to the dust involved. The sculpture was first seen at the Salon d’Automne exhibition in Paris in 1912. 

The auction

It’s always useful to see the scale of these types of sculptures for me as I am hopeless at metric measurements:) imperial yes, I can understand – but not metric for some reason – probably too much conditioning.

I would say that his sculptures follow in the elongated style of his paintings and also have the Picasso mask like  influences of Les Demoiselles d’Avignon .

going going gone

Modigliani had a short (1884 -1920) and turbulent life.  His life as an artist is stereotypical of the romantic misunderstood, starving in a garret and railing against the world kind of artist we love, like Van Gogh.   Sadly Modigliani  only lived until he was  35  and died of Tuberculosis.

Tete image from here and here

Modigliani short biography here