Robert Frost, e. e. cummings, Shel Silverstein, Maya Angelou Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot
Well, I need some help here TNL. I was asked to do a short poetry reading demonstration at a Cafe tomorrow night, so now I'm looking for some good poems to read aloud. I'm not a big poetry person so I don't know much, and also most of the people listening will not understand english very much so the best thing is to have poetry that just sounds nice.
So, any suggestions?
You sir, are a hideous hermaphroditical character which has neither the force and firmness of a man, nor the gentleness and sensibility of a woman.
Robert Frost, e. e. cummings, Shel Silverstein, Maya Angelou Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot
Last edited by Cowutopia; 22 Apr 2008 at 03:18 AM.
if you want slam poetry I can't help you, I'd rather listen to good hip hop.
Do a bunch of Onyx songs.
How did Shel Silverstein get lumped together with the others... he's the Dr. Suess of poetry.
"There's too many kids in this tub.
There's too many elbows to scrub.
I just washed a behind
That I'm sure wasn't mine,
There's too many kids in this tub."
yeah that'll hold the crowds attention.
I say Maya is a good choice.
Last edited by Jason; 22 Apr 2008 at 10:31 AM.
Being that 99% of the people there won't speak a word of english, it very well may.
You sir, are a hideous hermaphroditical character which has neither the force and firmness of a man, nor the gentleness and sensibility of a woman.
you know now that I think about it Shel was a bit more deep then Seuss, I take that back. I just remember the goofy shit of his... and you're right a group of non english speakers may do better with the more simple.
This one may go over well bbobb.
"I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head."
also I never realized Shel wrote "A Boy Named Sue" holy fuck, brilliance.
Code:Edwin Arlington Robinson. 1869– 45. Richard Corey WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, 5 And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: 10 In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, 15 Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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