Benny Bunter

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dont listen to that borges has never written a poem..

Found a nice sonnet by him

El espejo

¿Por qué persistes, incesante espejo?
¿Por qué duplicas, misterioso hermano,
el menor movimiento de mi mano?
¿Por qué en la sombra el súbito reflejo?

Eres el otro yo de que habla el griego
y acechas desde siempre. En la tersura
del agua incierta o del cristal que dura
me buscas y es inútil estar ciego.

El hecho de no verte y de saberte
te agrega horror, cosa de magia que osas
multiplicar la cifra de las cosas

que somos y que abarcan nuestra suerte.
Cuando esté muerto, copiarás a otro
y luego a otro, a otro, a otro, a otro…
 

other_life

bioconfused
Rise upright, new from womb in glory -
in glories holy from the womb. The dawn,
a high bright dawn, and new. Antique,
take thought - subdued, of song exalted.
Mercy, mountain - holy word annointed.

Anointed rise - word upright, wholly new.
A mountain from mercy, womb-exalted,
in song of glory taken. From of old
the new womb, subdued glory
thought holy. And dawn
the dawn- the dawn,
the dawn, the dawn.
Bright and high,
anointed rise.

Rise anointed - rise, anointed, high! Rise,
high word, and upright, bright - wholly
dawn anew. Dawn the mountain,
dawn mercy from the womb!
Come the dawn, in exalted song.
And dawn glory - holy, of thought taken.
Glory, subdued womb - from of old, the new.

Rise anew, anointed - of old
rise, anointed from high womb.
Rise subdued, high glory: word
taken and thought upright. Of bright,
holy, holy glory dawn - dawn anew.
And dawn song, the exalted mountain.
And dawn in mercy: come, o dawn -
from the womb. Rise, old anointed -
new.

The dawn: a high, bright dawn in glory.
Holy from the womb: a word-annointed
holy mountain mercy. And new-antique
take thought: subdued of song, exalted.
Upright, rise new - from the womb: in glory.
 

other_life

bioconfused
The Suspended Vocation:

The coupled norms in question:
the tortured forms at play in
the state of facts; the bird-like
worms and plantings firm come horses,
whipping down the backlit turns.

The sound will show the chalcoliths -
the waves summon Lilith for smith
with love - the glue and better of
the virtues. Plain love, unmaking
earth, unravels the virtues.

Cloud cover shown, the sun is
spittle shot and discus thrown,
the love-moved firmament's motile
throne: muddied wheel unstuck. Yes:
parallel struck, the didact
imputes poorer motive. But...

The sun at Egypt our forebears
worshipped, just as well moon at
Aram. In any case, our rivers are
long-lived exemplars, and loons and
egrets for answers. Waver like
a planting in the water -
a grackle flies low plain to eye;
inlets, currents cool the ankles.

Stream the body: feathers weigh
the rising water. Feet obverse
track paths: waves to the beachhead,
snagged in weeds and pearline clouds
lap the shoots and sprouts, run
the netted shouts. Mottled points for
myrtles, willows enjoin honor.
Godliness is wading in the water.
 
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other_life

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For Bento -

With great love for all the world -
the love we dare live on in.

And, burdensome to love that
world, remake as muscles; sinews.

The intellect expressing
powers as reason, checking
the emotions - armor becomes
the self, moving. With equity
enjoining kindness, coming
to decision, setting life
from death - these rites of formless
gods, and angels, thoughts bewilder
the plain-settled cities. Fearsome,
yes, to build a city: enmity
tragic because idiotic;
blameless - as could not otherwise
but powers, blunted by poison.

And rage against Greek fantasies:
torments, non-responses,
fatedness of fictions and
partisan zeal (of fatherly
heaven.) Our proper virtues
alien, and pointed - to the stars.

And cretin waters (powers
blunted) with coinage: a token
to all things, powers of all things
misspoken (for therein, in hearing.)

Adhering to just anything,
debases, the work so divided.

At ends and degraded, imputing
to Seleucid children grosser
convocations. Their love forces
tortured allege the promotion
of license, the corruption
of children: to closer neighbors.

And so - lucent children's furies
and weaning impulses, adamant
demands (and strident), atrribute
to crime - and mind the fields, each
singly, stone-enclosed. Then, placing
folly in stocks: the mere chance at
error burning, criminal to be
deceived or sported (their unhappy
brides' option-shorted).

Thus, the individual.

Devotion - obligate once, now
optional - breaks through these me-
knowing circles. And calling home
the cows - love forces unburdened,
thrown back on whole body - becoming
to a sun, shining (shone secret
of Gilgal Efraim). No: . . .

Sell-lucid children, becoming
to fathers (and frightened), see
the foundation rocks and temple rent.

Moonlight-sent confess their same
unmaking, self-lucid son waving
no easy bye. (A merry,
woven lullaby, for the soothing
of lambs swooning at land; smoothing).

With ingrate on love, live for there.
All wee - the love, the world. Always
on great love, the world that we dare
live in - weaving bye, but not leaving by.

And sinew burdens some muscle -
as to love, remake that world.

Intellect, express as reason,
powers (armor chinking). Season's
showers become the emotions,
with self the mobile equity
cumming (kindness-joining, life-settling).

Sending to decision over formless
death from these rights, and bewilder
God's death angels; formless thoughts.

Vire sum settled the plain cities:
enmity a city to build "yes".

Tragic, idiotic "because" blameless -
as, otherwise, could not but blunt
the poison by powers (reason's express).

And fantasise against Greek rage:
no torments can, responsive, reach
the stage - nor fictions of fatedness,
fatal, teach the page. Thus, foster
partisan zeal, and preach the age
(our fathers' powers proper each engage).

Our virtues' proper heaven stars,
and pointing to the alien.

And powers discrete falter with
a token-blunted coinage. To all things: powers of all things, in hearing
misspoken - for there, in anything just
to adhering, divided debases.

So the work, at neighbor's ends closer.

And too degraded children: imputing
of corruption to Seleucids. To the
children license, the closer of
the convocation, promoting.

There: the forces allege love tortured.

And shorted, so optioned, lucid pride's
children unhappy - their furies and
sported or weaning impulses deceived.

Adamant to be demands, criminal
and burning. At strident error
attribute to chance (and the mere crime
shocks the mind, in folly). Fields: placing
each then - singly, stone-enclosed.

Individual, thus, the devotion.

No obligate Efraim: once gill gall,
now of optioned secret brakes shone.
Through this sun a Minoan, purple
becoming, and calling body "home".

On the whole, Chaos - love-backed
forces thrown on unburdened rent.

Cells, temple-lucid, and children
rock - becoming foundation. And see
to the frightened fathers: smoothing
moonlight at land, scent confesses
their swooning (lambs same.) Unmaking
of soothing self for lucid son:
lullaby waving, wove in no Mary
(a goodbye easy.) A great world
for all the love - the world
we dare live on in.
 
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Benny Bunter

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@okzharp are you into Jorge Guillén by any chance? (you know Spanish, right?) I've been reading Cántico the last few months and I've decided it's probably the best book ever written, certainly my favourite in Spanish anyway. Genuinely life-affirming and joyous without ever being corny, and super concentrated, never a word out of place.

I think he took Valéry's ideas about pure poetry to the next level and actually achieved what he set out to do, unlike Valéry who got stuck and could never really finish anything cos of his excessive perfectionism (cemetery by the sea aside, which Guillén actually translated)
 

luka

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no. he made music with edmund but he refused to realease it cos he said it was terrible. edmund is really angry about it. hes totally english but i think he went to oxbridge. hes quite priveleged.
 

Benny Bunter

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Fucking hell, forget I said anything, I don't wanna know. I just thought it'd be nice to chat about Spanish poetry with someone who actually gets it
 

william_kent

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I was puzzled by why @woops wasn't on the secret distribution list for the bootleg Prynne

which reminds me, I have a parcel to send him but my flat is such a state and I still can't find the last year at marienbad photo edition, but as soon as I do I will be down the post office
 
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