justaguy

I've been meaning to say for a while that I really really love your signature..."if fragrance has a gender then so does all art".
Excellent!

they need to increase the capacity

Ok i got some space in the pm box, man the messages can add up lol

No I haven't seen that one. Why does this poem remind you of it?

I am not a poetry aficionado, but here is one of my favorites:

From William Blake - Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

This talk of poetry between us inspired me to post about the Persian poet Rûmî on my Basenotes blog here.

IF YOU in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora,
And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier
Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?

—Edgar Lee Masters "A. D. Blood"

I read some of them years ago. It's been a while since I've looked at any of them. I'll have to see where they can be read online. Edgar Lee Masters's curious conceit was to have the dead eulogize each other. It must have been quite a shock to the 1915 reading public! Are you a poet yourself, or just a poetry reader?

Oh, BTW, I guess we're friends now. Where's the champagne?

Yes, I loved Williams's poems back in my own English lit days. I saw your reference and looked the poem up online. I used to have a book of them around here somewhere, among the piles... I'm also a huge fan of e e cummings. Do you know his poems? If not, they're definitely worth checking out.

Here's a fvorite e e cummings of mine:

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love

~ e. e. cummings ~

"Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks"