tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205632242399271177.post6060493756365055933..comments2024-03-27T08:36:21.905+00:00Comments on silencing the bell: Writing a Résumé for National Poetry Daymartinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14260048849955077472noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205632242399271177.post-46214005323811131952014-10-03T22:23:35.606+01:002014-10-03T22:23:35.606+01:00Love Dorothy Parker, thanks for sharing:-)Love Dorothy Parker, thanks for sharing:-)martinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14260048849955077472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1205632242399271177.post-2520045101295390332014-10-03T15:04:42.912+01:002014-10-03T15:04:42.912+01:00Oh goodness, which poem to choose? There are so ma...Oh goodness, which poem to choose? There are so many I love dearly. How about Coleridge? <br /><br />“Sir, I admit your general rule,<br />That every poet is a fool,<br />But you yourself may serve to show it,<br />That every fool is not a poet.” <br /><br />(Not making any insinuations, I just love this poem. :) )<br /><br />Or Bradstreet?<br /><br />"Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,<br />Who after birth didst by my side remain,<br />Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,<br />Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,<br />Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,<br />Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).<br />At thy return my blushing was not small,<br />My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,<br />I cast thee by as one unfit for light,<br />The visage was so irksome in my sight;<br />Yet being mine own, at length affection would<br />Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.<br />I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,<br />And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.<br />I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,<br />Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet;<br />In better dress to trim thee was my mind,<br />But nought save homespun cloth i’ th’ house I find.<br />In this array ‘mongst vulgars may’st thou roam.<br />In critic’s hands beware thou dost not come,<br />And take thy way where yet thou art not known;<br />If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;<br />And for thy mother, she alas is poor,<br />Which caused her thus to send thee out of door."<br /><br />Or, since you started us on resumes, some Dorothy Parker:<br /><br />"Razors pain you;<br />Rivers are damp;<br />Acids stain you;<br />And drugs cause cramp.<br />Guns aren’t lawful;<br />Nooses give;<br />Gas smells awful;<br />You might as well live."<br /><br />I love poetry. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com