So another favourite poet. Welsh.
Wrote one of my favourite poems of all time, which I have already posted.
Damn I wish Brianna was here.

The Welsh Hill Country

Too far for you to see
The fluke and the foot-rot and the fat maggot
Gnawing the skin from the small bones,
The sheep are grazing at Bwlch-y-Fedwen,
Arranged romantically in the usual manner
On a bleak background of bald stone.

Too far for you to see
The moss and the mould on the cold chimneys,
The nettles growing through the cracked doors,
The houses stand empty at Nant-yr-Eira,
There are holes in the roofs that are thatched with sunlight,
And the fields are reverting to the bare moor.

Too far, too far to see
The set of his eyes and the slow pthisis
Wasting his frame under the ripped coat,
There's a man still farming at Ty'n-y-Fawnog,
Contributing grimly to the accepted pattern,
The embryo music dead in his throat.

R S Thomas

That's awesome.

While I am on a Welsh bent.

Welsh Incident

'But that was nothing to what things came out
From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ghosts?'
'Nothing at all of any things like that.'
'What were they, then?'

'All sorts of queer things,

Things never seen or heard or written about,
Very strange, un-Welsh, utterly peculiar
Things. Oh, solid enough they seemed to touch,
Had anyone dared it. Marvellous creation,
All various shapes and sizes, and no sizes,
All new, each perfectly unlike his neighbour,
Though all came moving slowly out together.'
'Describe just one of them.'

'I am unable.'

'What were their colours?'

'Mostly nameless colours,
Colours you'd like to see; but one was puce
Or perhaps more like crimson, but not purplish.
Some had no colour.'
'Tell me, had they legs?'

'Not a leg or foot among them that I saw.'

'But did these things come out in any order?'
What o'clock was it? What was the day of the week?
Who else was present? How was the weather?'
'I was coming to that. It was half-past three
On Easter Tuesday last. The sun was shining.
The Harlech Silver Band played Marchog Jesu
On thrity-seven shimmering instruments
Collecting for Caernarvon's (Fever) Hospital Fund.
The populations of Pwllheli, Criccieth,
Portmadoc, Borth, Tremadoc, Penrhyndeudraeth,
Were all assembled. Criccieth's mayor addressed them
First in good Welsh and then in fluent English,
Twisting his fingers in his chain of office,
Welcoming the things. They came out on the sand,
Not keeping time to the band, moving seaward
Silently at a snail's pace. But at last
The most odd, indescribable thing of all
Which hardly one man there could see for wonder
Did something recognizably a something.'
'Well, what?'

'It made a noise.'

'A frightening noise?'

'No, no.'

'A musical noise? A noise of scuffling?'
'No, but a very loud, respectable noise ---
Like groaning to oneself on Sunday morning
In Chapel, close before the second psalm.'
'What did the mayor do?'

'I was coming to that.'

Robert Graves

Damn, I can't format it properly.
Some of the lines are set in, which breaks the line of the poem up and implies pauses.
I've inserted breaks but it's not the same.

Thoroughly enjoyed that.

Look up The Journey of the Magi.
I always wanted to narrate it to you. It's so wonderful spoken aloud.z

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~Jonathan

That's very strong, I like the meter.

The illustration matches the poem. Very simple and powerful. No waste. Everything is on message.

I am suspicious.
But I do like it.

Dark and lonely on the summer night.
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking - Do he bite?
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Slip in his window,
Break his neck!
Then his house
I start to wreck!
Got no reason --
What the heck!
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L ...
My land - lord ...

--Tyrone Greene

C-I-L-L ...
 

HA!

I remember that.

Recursive Viscera Intercourse
 

Ramstein in Schtupenburg.
Schtupenburg has deluge.
Deluge of entrails.
Entrails for Ramstein.

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Deluge of entrails.
Entrails for Ramstein.
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Deluge of entrails.
Entrails for Ramstein.
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Schtupenburg has deluge.

Entrails for Ramstein.
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Schtupenburg has deluge.
Deluge of entrails.

Ramstein in Schtupenburg.
Schtupenburg has deluge.
Deluge of entrails.
Entrails for Ramstein.


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Sundae and Me

It's Saturday and Sundae
can sleep in and catch up on the sleep
that Ortho doesn't get
and neither has to listen to
Wake Up to Money

There's another day until the Merkins lose
an hour to Edison's greed

Any day that happens
is a good day
for Sundae and me

Orthodoc

Awesome.

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