For the poetry lovers
M J Carley
The unsettled motorcyclist's vision of his death
Across the open countryside,
Into the walls of rain I ride.
It beats my cheek, drenches my knees,
But I am being what I please.
The firm heath stops, and marsh begins.
Now we're at war: whichever wins
My human will cannot submit
To nature, though brought out of it.
The wheels sink deep; the clear sound blurs:
Still, bent on the handle bars,
I urge my chosen instrument
Against the mere embodiment.
The front wheel wedges fast between
Two shrubs of glazed insensate green
---Gigantic order in the rim
Of each flat leaf. Black eddies brim
Around my heel which, pressing deep,
Accelerates the waiting sleep.
--
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be answered definitively.'
David Ellis
chateau...@btinternet.com (The Older Gentleman) submitted this:
>M J Carley <ens...@bath.ac.uk> wrote:
>
>> Found in Thom Gunn's collected poems:
>>
>> The unsettled motorcyclist's vision of his death
>>
>> Across the open countryside,
>> Into the walls of rain I ride.
>> It beats my cheek, drenches my knees,
>> But I am being what I please.
>>
>> The firm heath stops, and marsh begins.
>> Now we're at war: whichever wins
>> My human will cannot submit
>> To nature, though brought out of it.
>> The wheels sink deep; the clear sound blurs:
>> Still, bent on the handle bars,
>> I urge my chosen instrument
>> Against the mere embodiment.
>> The front wheel wedges fast between
>> Two shrubs of glazed insensate green
>> ---Gigantic order in the rim
>> Of each flat leaf. Black eddies brim
>> Around my heel which, pressing deep,
>> Accelerates the waiting sleep.
>
>I hit the brakes, and lost the front
>And yes, I *am* a careless c*nt.....
>I smashed the cases, clocks, pipes and it
>Was a write off - poor old Bandit.
Or
I rode lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a clown,
At most, I thought of heavy bills
But with swift application of the anchor
I just avoided the bleeding wanker...
...Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
I carried on,
Regardless.
--
Dave Ellis
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"David Ellis" <da...@zero.spam.at.all.dellis.co.uk> wrote in message
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> In the 2nd Millenium, on Mon, 11 Feb 2002 19:14:32 +0000,
> chateau...@btinternet.com (The Older Gentleman) submitted this:
>
> >M J Carley <ens...@bath.ac.uk> wrote:
> >
> >I hit the brakes, and lost the front
> >And yes, I *am* a careless c*nt.....
> >I smashed the cases, clocks, pipes and it
> >Was a write off - poor old Bandit.
>
> Or
> I rode lonely as a cloud
> That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
> When all at once I saw a clown,
> At most, I thought of heavy bills
> But with swift application of the anchor
> I just avoided the bleeding wanker...
> ...Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
> Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
> I carried on,
> Regardless.
Lovely. Cheers! Who's the author?
--
Sorby
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Phil C Parry
"M J Carley" <ens...@bath.ac.uk> wrote in message
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> Found in Thom Gunn's collected poems:
>
> The unsettled motorcyclist's vision of his death
>
> Across the open countryside,
> Into the walls of rain I ride.
> It beats my cheek, drenches my knees,
> But I am being what I please.
>
> The firm heath stops, and marsh begins.
> Now we're at war: whichever wins
> My human will cannot submit
> To nature, though brought out of it.
> The wheels sink deep; the clear sound blurs:
> Still, bent on the handle bars,
> I urge my chosen instrument
> Against the mere embodiment.
> The front wheel wedges fast between
> Two shrubs of glazed insensate green
> ---Gigantic order in the rim
> Of each flat leaf. Black eddies brim
> Around my heel which, pressing deep,
> Accelerates the waiting sleep.
From Bike magazine from when I was a nipper in the 70's as I recall (never
forgot it - funny that ..)
Ode to a Motorcycle Engine:
I have breathed life into this thing,
of oil and fine ground steel.
Held the pirces in my hand,
This nut, this spring, that wheel.
I havbe chosen every peice,
That makes this iron heart.
Yet though I try my best
The fucking thing won't start.!
Cheers
Phil..
David Ellis
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Bill and I
Sorby
Who's Bill?
I reckon we've got enough here for a 'Poetry Corner' on ukrm.net!
Darsy - whaddya think?
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darsy
>I reckon we've got enough here for a 'Poetry Corner' on ukrm.net!
>Darsy - whaddya think?
"poetry's for poofs".
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M J Carley
>On 13 Feb 2002 04:55:15 -0800, SO...@my-deja.com (Sorby) wrote:
>
>>I reckon we've got enough here for a 'Poetry Corner' on ukrm.net!
>>Darsy - whaddya think?
>
>"poetry's for poofs".
Paging Lord Byron, is Lord Byron in the house?
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>
> In the referenced article, darsy <da...@sticky.net> writes:
> >On 13 Feb 2002 04:55:15 -0800, SO...@my-deja.com (Sorby) wrote:
> >
> >>I reckon we've got enough here for a 'Poetry Corner' on ukrm.net!
> >>Darsy - whaddya think?
> >
> >"poetry's for poofs".
>
> Paging Lord Byron, is Lord Byron in the house?
"Bring out any drugs that are in the house or I shall kill everyone by
giving them syphilis!"
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M J Carley
>M J Carley wrote:
>>
>> In the referenced article, darsy <da...@sticky.net> writes:
>> >On 13 Feb 2002 04:55:15 -0800, SO...@my-deja.com (Sorby) wrote:
>> >
>> >>I reckon we've got enough here for a 'Poetry Corner' on ukrm.net!
>> >>Darsy - whaddya think?
>> >
>> >"poetry's for poofs".
>>
>> Paging Lord Byron, is Lord Byron in the house?
>
>"Bring out any drugs that are in the house or I shall kill everyone by
>giving them syphilis!"
For the classical music lovers: was it Brahms who, before he died,
gave his landlady and her daughter the pox?
darsy
>On Wed, 13 Feb 2002 13:01:08 +0000, darsy <da...@sticky.net> bored us
>all completely to death with wittery prose along the lines of:
>
><prolly snipped>
>>On 13 Feb 2002 04:55:15 -0800, SO...@my-deja.com (Sorby) wrote:
>>
>>>I reckon we've got enough here for a 'Poetry Corner' on ukrm.net!
>>>Darsy - whaddya think?
>>
>>"poetry's for poofs".
>
>Not that I want to see it on the website, but I have to disagree.
I was expecting a 306b! for that, not sincere replies!
JoeMcG
"M J Carley" <ens...@bath.ac.uk> wrote in message
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> them syphilis!"
>
> For the classical music lovers: was it Brahms who, before he died,
> gave his landlady and her daughter the pox?
Didn't most composers of the era contract syphilis through shagging
prozzies - as was the done thing then.
Schubert certainly liked to put it about...
Joe
996, ZZR1100
David Ellis
(Sorby) submitted this:
<snip>
>> >Lovely. Cheers! Who's the author?
>>
>> Bill and I
>
>Who's Bill?
Er, William Wordsworth