beckyderp !8ElfFaoFao joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 1 hour later[^][v]#457,148
What about some Goethe?
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 3 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#457,149
Ummm... None of them are even remotely Christmas-y. I grew up fucking hating Christmas music. That might have influenced my taste a bit. If you don't want to go with [little tree] or The Oxen than maybe just reach for some Bukowski and take a chance?
Beckyderpderp !8ElfFaoFao double-posted this 13 years ago, 3 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#457,150
@457,148 (beckyderp !8ElfFaoFao)
Why are you still up??
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 6 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#457,151
No.
Triptych !IupsXZPnnU (OP) replied with this 13 years ago, 7 hours later, 8 hours after the original post[^][v]#457,190
@457,149 (C)
It doesn't need to be Christmasy at all, just a nice poem.
squeegee !first/o5zA joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 25 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#457,244
ugh, bukowski. re-writes the same poem over and over. re-writes the same books, over and over.
hey, i'll write about being an asshole cast-about with a shitty job and alcoholism!
AND THEN I'LL WRITE ABOUT QUITTING THAT SHIT ASS JOB AND TELLING MY FUCK NUTS BOSS "BALLS!"
Anonymous H joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 2 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#457,245
TheOwl !xi8/JKFwzo joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 21 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#457,251
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,
And that thou thinkst thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see :
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call'st for more,
And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink :
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie,
A verier ghost than I.
What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
Lest that preserve thee ; and since my love is spent,
I'd rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
Than by my threatenings rest still innocent.
dw joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 20 hours later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#457,347
Gray Walls, impenetrable steel.
Suffocation! Condemnation!
Little hands groping in subterranean uncertainty.
Mommy? Daddy? Am I Dead?
Nay! Nay! Reborn into purifying fluorescence!
A face emerges, strong and male.
Father to me? Father to all!
Overseeing our lives, our eternities.
Harshness of discipline.
Harshness of love
Obedience my savior!
Larva to pupa, pupa to worker.
Buzz, buzz! One with the steel honeycomb.
10 lies within the 101, significant at last.
Till gray seeps from the walls to hair, to soul.
Then, eternal slumber, the sweet sleep of incineration.
Anonymous F replied with this 13 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#457,353
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
— Ezra Pound
So much in so few words. Amazing really.
Triptych !IupsXZPnnU (OP) replied with this 13 years ago, 31 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#457,355
@457,251 (TheOwl !xi8/JKFwzo)
Donne is lovely, thank you.
