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Comments

Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

I'm' really curious as to what everyone's favorite poem is, if you have one. Would anyone be willing to share? as a vocaroo recording, or not, it doesn't matter, but it could be fun! F!S's own poetry slam.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[anonymouslyyours]

I'd do a vocaroo but I'm sick.

"The Heart"
by Stephen Crane

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.

I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[biohazardgirl]

That is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you so much for sharing. I am sorry you are sick <3

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[unicornherds]

You beat me to it! Haha I can't believe someone actually posted that. That's my favorite but usually nobody recognizes or agrees!

Another of his I favor:

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[forgottenjester]

That's beautiful. I haven't heard of him before. I think I'll check him out.

Oh no it appears I got a bit carried away. . .

[biohazardgirl]

Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0sC0UGykf9Z

For Each Ecstatic Instant by Emily Dickinson
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0GIfFSuQchU

Death Be Not Proud by John Donne
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0s3QlqO8aBw

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0vVqyciFX2S

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1IhXogMhqfq

Paralytic by Sylvia Plath
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1fCDhueEkkr

Re: Oh no it appears I got a bit carried away. . .

[darkmanifest]

I was hoping for some Plath fills on this. Really loved the "Lady Lazarus" reading.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[making_excuses]

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

I could read it, but my accent is pretty shitty and Norwegian.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[oroburos69]

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.



I'll record later tonight, if I have the chance.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[khronos_keeper]

Hm sounds like fun! Warning, I have a kind of beastly voice for a woman. :(

Here are two of my favorties:

The Waking, by Theodore Roethke

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1uxrLw9xg7C
http://gawow.com/roethke/poems/104.html

And Invictus, by William Ernest Henley

http://vocaroo.com/i/s141PEJFxQFJ
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invictus/

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence by James Elroy Flecker.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ilwoetimzf

Makes me so happy.

and Ulysses by Tennyson

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0G9pmDAbwpt

-which makes my heart hurt to hear it. I mean ...seriously...'I am become a name for always roaming with a hungry heart'. Shit that's lovely.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

Here's a poem by Robert Penn Warren. It's called Mortal Limit. It's really good.

MORTAL LIMIT

I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags
Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming
Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.

There--west--were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be
In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height
Hangs now the black speck? Beyond what range will gold eyes see
New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light?

Or, having tasted that atmosphere's thinness, does it
Hang motionless in dying vision before
It knows it will accept the mortal limit,
And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restore

The breath of earth? Of rock? Of rot? Of other such
Items, and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch?

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ALSO: I didn't read anything on Vocaroo, but I really wanted to link this - it's the poet Robinson Jeffers reading his own poetry. I really like Robinson Jeffers and he was really, really good at reading his own poetry. so Check It Out.

Hurt Hakws: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEdoMvh5S6o
To The Stone-cutters: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT2rtoXq5JY (possibly my favorite poem)

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man! Poetry makes me totes filled with joy from the toes up. This is an awesome thread and you should all feel awesome about it. New poets! That I never heard of but make all the hair stand up on my neck! People reading Invictus! Out loud! Wooh! Poetry! Yeah! *dances*

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[loracarol]

I'm not reading all of my favorite, because it's Tennyson's The Highwayman- it's long, but here's something else- a poem by Shel Silverstein (though I can't remember the title).

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0qrD5Tkvoo5

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[forgottenjester]

I did Sonnet 130 by Shakespeare. I know it's probably overdone but I really like this one.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[rosehiptea]

Not going to read it out loud, but this is my favorite. It's by Wallace Stevens:

The Well Dressed Man With A Beard

After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.
No was the night. Yes is this present sun.
If the rejected things, the things denied,
Slid over the western cataract, yet one,
One only, one thing that was firm, even
No greater than a cricket's horn, no more
Than a thought to be rehearsed all day, a speech
Of the self that must sustain itself on speech,
One thing remaining, infallible, would be
Enough. Ah! douce campagna of that thing!
Ah! douce campagna, honey in the heart,
Green in the body, out of a petty phrase,
Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed:
The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps,
The aureole above the humming house...
It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

I don't really are for poetry but here's one that was used from a book that I just read and it's amazing.

Anna Akhmatova- The visitor

Always the same fine snow
Beating against the dining-room panes—
And I was myself no different.
It was then my visitor came.

“What do you want?” I asked.
“To be with you hell,” he said.
I laughed. “It would seem you words
Bode neither of us any good.”

But then he touched the flowers
With the dry tips of his fingers.
“Tell me how men kiss you.
Tell me how you kiss.”

And he did not take his eyes,
Staring blankly, from my ring.
Not a single muscle stirred
In that malevolent face.

And I knew it was his pleasure,
Intensely and passionately,
To need nothing at all, to know
I had nothing to deny him.

SO CLICHE

[tyger66]

Mine is The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1cTfIlcK5Te

I stumbled over some words, but I recorded myself reading the whole thing, which is really freaking long. Like six minutes?

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[meova]

My absolutely favourite is The Quiet World, by Jeffrey McDaniel. It's not the most fancy one out there but I think the idea is so fascinating.

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

[(Anonymous)]

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[ryttu3k]

Awww, man, I read the entirety of Prufrock before realising that Vocaroo wasn't picking up my mic :(

What's going on, new computer? Your mic works for Skype!

This is what happens when I can't pick a favorite poem.

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by the hover text of http://xkcd.com/788/

Because I could not stop for Death - Emily Dickinson
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yhkwmIMS8v - in the style of The Animals
http://vocaroo.com/i/s01FBbIEKOZz - in the style of Gilligan's Island

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

No vocaroo because my throat hurts like a bitch :( There's this little poem by Alejandra Pizarnik, and I don't know if it has a name.

Se cerró el sol
Se cerró el sentido del sol
Se iluminó el sentido de cerrarse

Roughly translated:

The sun closed down
The meaning/sense of the sun closed down
The meaning/sense of closing down was illuminated

(;_; I'm sorry Ms Pizarnik for butchering your poem; it's so pretty in Spanish but I need to share it)

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[stainless]

Well, Paradise Lost, but it's a fucking lengthy poem :-)

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Holy frack, I have no life. I got way, way too into this I like the sound of my own voice, okay? OKAY? *cries and brandishes breadstick* /Cruella de ville moment

I didn't mean for my accent to go all weird/posh/Englishy in "Earendil", I swear. Not trying to put on airs XD

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Tamar by A.E. Stallings (http://vocaroo.com/i/s0DfZGjKODDz)
Murray Dreaming by Stephen Edgar (http://vocaroo.com/i/s16mHrz7prRU)
- Alchohol by Franz Wright (TW FOR ADDICTION) (http://vocaroo.com/i/s1FCfAHukxzZ)
- The Sciences Sing a Lullaby by Albert Goldbarth
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0UD4O8w3o5c - The Garden of Proserpine - Charles Algernon Swinburne
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0s1w1bhqZgg - Song of Earendil - JRRT

... Yeah. (http://vocaroo.com/i/s1GIKXZYLpOO)