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Bridges
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 24, 2003 07:18PM

Would like some examples of poetry relating to burning bridges, remorse and the human condition. Examples and debate would be appreciated.

Natasha


Re: Bridges
Posted by: glenda (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: September 24, 2003 09:35PM


There's not much remorse here.

Sanctuary--Dorothy Parker

My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.


Re: Bridges
Posted by: -Les- (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: September 24, 2003 10:43PM

This is my favorite on that subject:

Debt, The
by Paul Laurence Dunbar

This is the debt I pay
Just for one riotous day,
Years of regret and grief,
Sorrow without relief.

Pay it I will to the end --
Until the grave, my friend,
Gives me a true release --
Gives me the clasp of peace.

Slight was the thing I bought,
Small was the debt I thought,
Poor was the loan at best --
God! but the interest!

Les


Re: Bridges
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 25, 2003 04:46AM

Samuel Hoffstein's Parody of Edna St Vincent Millay's 'My candle burns at both ends:

The parody

I burned my candle at both ends,
And now have neither foes nor friends,
For all the lovely light begotten,
I'm paying now in feeling rotten

The original:

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light!

Taken together, they cover the brief quite nicely.


Re: Bridges
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 25, 2003 08:36AM

OH, I WISH I'D LOOKED AFTER ME TEETH
by
Pam Ayres

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.

When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.

My Mother, she told me no end,
"If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!

If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fiIlin's
Injections and drillin's
I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.

So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine,
In these molars of mine,
"Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there."

How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.


The human condition
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 25, 2003 09:05AM



This is all I could find on the human condition, would benefit from poetry examples if there are some out there.

Richard Ashcroft song lyrics
Human Conditions
Check The Meaning

Check The Meaning
(Check the meaning)

When I'm low, and I'm weak, and I'm lost
I don't know who I can trust
Paranoia, the destroyer, comes knocking on my door
You know the pain drifts to days, turns to nights
But it slowly will subside
And when it does, I take a step, I take a breath
And wonder what I'll find

Can you hear what I'm saying?
Got my mind meditating on love, love
Feel what I'm saying
Got my mind meditating on love, love

(The human condition, the human condition)

Too much blood, too much hate, turn off the set
There's got to be something more
When Mohammed, Allah, Buddah, Jesus Christ
Are knocking down my door
I'm agnostic getting God, but man
She takes a female form
There's no time, no space, no law
We're out here on our own

Can you hear what I'm saying?
Got my mind meditating on love, love
Feel what I'm saying
Got my mind meditating on love, love

Check the meaning
(The human condition)
Check the feeling
(The human condition)

Guess it's life, doing it's thing
Making you cry, making you think
Yeah life, dealing it's hand
Making you cry and you don't understand
Life, doing it's thing
Making you cry now, making you think of
Pain, doing it's thing
Making you cry yeah, making you sing

Don't say it, don't say it's too late
Don't, don't say it's too late (It's never too late, it's never too late)
Don't, don't say it's too late (It's never too late)
Don't, don't say it's too late

The human condition, the big decisions
The human condition, the big decisions

I'm like a fish with legs, I fell from the tree
I made a rocket (check the meaning), I made a wheel
I made a rocket (check the feeling), I swam the ocean (check the meaning)
I saw the moon (say a prayer), I seen the universe (and beyond)
I see you (check the feeling), I see me (check the meaning)
That's my reality
And while the city sleeps we go walking

It's a beautiful world
And when the city sleeps we go walking
We find a hole in the sky and then we start talking
And then we say 'Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ
Buy us some time, buy us some time'
Hear what I'm saying
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Can you hear what I'm saying?

It's gonna be alright


Re: Bridges
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 25, 2003 02:02PM

Glenda, Les and Marian2, thanks for your input, really helpful (appreciated)
The Samuel Hoffstein's Parody and Edna St Vincent Millay's
'My candle burns at both ends are very apt. On searching further, I found the following:-



"As beautiful as the chance meeting on a dissecting table of a sewing machine and an umbrella"


Also, here is a link:-

The Human Condition

"Medicine teaches us much about biological life and how to prolong it. However, we must not forget in the midst of the curriculum why one should live or what it means to live well. As a reminder of these central ideas and the art that resides in medicine, we are proud to present The Human Condition."

[meded.ucsd.edu] />



I would value your opinions.
Natasha


Re: The Human Condition
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 27, 2003 05:41AM

How about Louis Macn'eice's Prayer Before birth for the human condition?

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak to me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

-- Louis MacNeice

or The Philosopher by Janita Black for a more optimistic take:

www.kudzumonthly.com/kudzu/mar02/JanitaBlack.html -


Re: The Human Condition
Posted by: Nasha (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: September 27, 2003 06:06AM

Yes, on the right lines here, fascinating to read.
Thankyou.

Nasha




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