Guest Sat Jun 05, 2010 6:21 am
I like the intent of the 'Libation' poem, which is at least discernable; but it suffers from the absence of unfashionable rhyme, without any attempt to define an alternative stucture. One of the many idiocies excreted from the non-system of comprehensive uneducation. I think The Song Of Amairgin, is probably the first venture in poetry, into the identification of self with all that is. The "I am" theme, in this sense, is reflected consciously or otherwise in much poetry. I have a chunk thereof, in 'The Song Of Mara'; which I wrote before I was Amairgen, aware. There are a few versions and alleged translations of Armaigen. i.e.
I am a stag: of seven tines,
I am a flood: across a plain,
I am a wind: on a deep lake,
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,
I am a hawk: above the cliff,
I am a thorn: beneath the nail,
I am a wonder: among flowers,
I am a wizard: who but I
Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?
I am a spear: that roars for blood,
I am a salmon: in a pool,
I am a lure: from paradise,
I am a hill: where poets walk,
I am a boar: ruthless and red,
I am a breaker: threatening doom,
I am a tide: that drags to death,
I am an infant: who but I
Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch?
I am the womb: of every holt,
I am the blaze: on every hill,
I am the queen: of every hive,
I am the shield: for every head,
I am the tomb: of every hope.
I cobbled together an effort meself' to fit the modern era.
I am wind borne radiation
I am acidic precipitation
I am the noise of traffic and tractors
I am inept building contractors
I am an ipod stuffed with songs
I am underwear, vests pants and thongs
I am a health and safety inspector
I am a vandal with a metal detector
I am a fish finger in a fridge
I am a turnstile at Stamford Bridge
I am a duck house of fiddled expense
I am a whingeophile taking offence
I am an alien abductee
I am a muffin, but I won’t be for tea.
Wrong thread anyway!