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Philip Levine served as Poet Laureate of the United States for 2011–2012.

 

They Feed They Lion By Philip Levine

Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,

Out of black bean and wet slate bread,

Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,

Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,

They Lion grow.

                           Out of the gray hills

Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,

West Virginia to Kiss My Ass, out of buried aunties,

Mothers hardening like pounded stumps, out of stumps,

Out of the bones’ need to sharpen and the muscles’ to 
stretch,   

They Lion grow.

                          Earth is eating trees, fence posts,

Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,

“Come home, Come home!” From pig balls,

From the ferocity of pig driven to holiness,

From the furred ear and the full jowl come

The repose of the hung belly, from the purpose

They Lion grow.

                          From the sweet glues of the trotters

Come the sweet kinks of the fist, from the full flower

Of the hams the thorax of caves,

From “Bow Down” come “Rise Up,”

Come they Lion from the reeds of shovels,

The grained arm that pulls the hands,

They Lion grow.

                           From my five arms and all my hands,

From all my white sins forgiven, they feed,

From my car passing under the stars,

They Lion, from my children inherit,

From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,

From they sack and they belly opened

And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth

They feed they Lion and he comes.

[–] [email protected] 9 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) (1 children)

I lived in an area that had a huge logging industry that eventually became one dude, one machine, and truck that comes and hauls them off to the port. But I was there just after the full mechanization and automation of the industry. So the old timers were still around.

And a lot of those dudes were named things like "three fingered Jack" and "one armed Rick" and "Lefty" ... all from industrial logging accidents for a village of like 500 people.

[–] [email protected] 17 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

I still have no idea how these communities are set up structurally. That said I'm quite pleased to see this as the community baseline. Stumbling into inclusivity is the best kind of stumbling.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 1 year ago (1 children)

The lost in the fog body borne of matter, history-less, untethered.

Indeed that one will require a few more readings.

And thank you for posting a poem with the text in the body. I have felt unsure about formatting with such wide spaces between lines. I will follow the lead from your post as it works wells to my eyes.

[–] [email protected] 17 points 1 year ago

especially if it is a fetus and not a baby

[–] [email protected] 0 points 1 year ago (1 children)

Oh take your ball and go home already.

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Elder Sister by Sharon Olds (robinsliceoflife.blogspot.com)
 

Elder Sister by Sharon Olds from In The Dead and the Living: Poems by Sharon Olds. Alfred A. Knopf, 2001.

[–] [email protected] -1 points 1 year ago (3 children)

I am a grown up. But I have little tolerance for corporate cheerleaders of any shape or sound.

[–] [email protected] 9 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) (5 children)

I see.

We are at fault for youtube giving shit away for free. We are responsible for youtube's profits.

We not only need to offer content FOR FREE to youtube ... but then accept that we must pay youtube for our content.

Get fucked.

 

A Small Needful Fact by Ross Gay

Is that Eric Garner worked


for some time for the Parks and Rec.


Horticultural Department, which means,


perhaps, that with his very large hands,


perhaps, in all likelihood,


he put gently into the earth


some plants which, most likely,


some of them, in all likelihood,


continue to grow, continue


to do what such plants do, like house


and feed small and necessary creatures,


like being pleasant to touch and smell,


like converting sunlight


into food, like making it easier


for us to breathe.

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[–] [email protected] 42 points 1 year ago (2 children)

People smiled with their eyes so much more during the COVIDs.

It is obvious when someone with a mask on is smiling.

[–] [email protected] 6 points 1 year ago (1 children)

"Ride or die, remember?"

"Your Card Has Been Declined"

"Ride it is."

 

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Alexander Pope's translation of The Iliad is certainly a translation to read, but likely not the first one to read. His preface is a joy for fans of Homer, though.

 

I just finished Pope's translation of The Iliad. I found it very tight to Homer's ancient Greek of the five translations I have read. That said I did not enjoy the Romanization of the Greek gods' names.

 

An essay about the development of Homeric studies and Milman Parry.

 

How do different parts of contemporary/modern European nation/state relate to Homer ? One novel would like to add to the discourse.

 

As oral poetry needs to be flexible the epithets that Homer used to describe his gods and heroes enabled that metric flexibility. Dive into more parts of Homer's and Athena's favorite: Odysseus.

 

There is just one moment in the Iliad that writing or a hint of what writing was mentioned, and it is a direct reference to the ancient Greek hero Bellerophon's tales. How does this relate to the Homeric Question ?

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