Daily Sip

No, Grandma, this isn't about that Irish Cream you sneak into your coffee every morning. We're talking a little taste of revitalization of another sort... the poetic sort. The soul sort! The kind that might seep into your brain and last far past the last dregs of coffee, or the calories from that second doughnut.

What we're bringing you here is a little sip of poetry on a recurring schedule. There are no obligations... you don't have to write your thoughts, you don't have to write a poem. Heck, you don't even have to find these yourself! You just relax, sit back, and breathe a little more poetry into your day.* Just chill out, maaan. Listen to the WORDS, man.

*And sure, I say "Daily," but that's no guarantee. It'll happen whenever it happens.

Here's a little taste.

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Water Night

Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,
night with eyes of water in the field asleep is in your eyes.
a horse that trembles is in your eyes of secret water.

Eyes of shadow-water, eyes of well-water, eyes of dream-water.
Silence and solitude, two little animals moon-led drink in your eyes,
Drink in those waters.

If you open your eyes night opens doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of water opens flowing from the center of the night.
And if you close your eyes, a river, a silent and beautiful current, fills you from within, flows forward, forward darkens you.

Night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.

-Octavio Paz's "Agua Nocturna," adapted for music by Eric Whitacre

Ignore the tacky video effects and watch this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pg0tuah-VA

What a nice idea, Sib:)

Do you want us to just read/ listen to what you post or actively find stuff to add as well or comment on what you post in threads such as the one you have made now?

Well, from the first post: "There are no obligations... you don't have to write your thoughts, you don't have to write a poem. Heck, you don't even have to find these yourself! You just relax, sit back, and breathe a little more poetry into your day."

Of course, I'd never say no to people who want to post or find more poems! Whatever floats your boat, really.

"I often think of "critiques" when I read the old masters writes."

I think of that too! I think we're prone to thinking of old or established writers as these insurmountable masters who must be above reproach. We'd be hesitant to criticize them, because, heck... they are professionals, and what do we know? Conversely, in places like this site, we KNOW each other to be totally human. (Except maybe Abby - I think she's a fire goddess). So we feel fine writing (and even noticing!) critique.

Maybe, in their time, Byron and Shelly totally picked apart eachothers verses. "You call that a rhyme, you incompetent beast?!" "You wouldn't know a rhyme if its bloomers hit you in the face!"

Yep, I'm pretty sure that's how it went down, actually.

Lol very true, most of the comments i get i feel like they are the same, counting how many times i use "the" and if repeated a word, i rarely now see people talking bout the concept, with that being said, sib you are funny lol,and the poem you posted is very unique..i loved it..and the idea of how some would tear it apart if it was for some1 over here

Since it was originally written in another language, I'm wondering if there isn't some sort of form he was using. Kind of like how those Sestinas re-use words? I'd have to check on that. But reading it through again, there are definitely some words that crop up again and again. Maybe that's due to some structure.

Ha, this is a great thread. A very nice little lapse into tranquility after a stressful week of studying for midterms... Thanks Silly bean.

EDIT: I stumbled upon this...

"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."
William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

"Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

I copy pasted from a page titled "When Insults Had Class," haha, Sibs you were spot on.

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LOL I like this post (Y)..

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and ya i will try see if i find something..perhaps it's a form poetry and you're right..

Ha! Jane, I think I have to read on this site. It cracks me up when people insult each other so eloquently : D