Sunday, March 18, 2012

One of the killed young British poets of WW I.

March 18 Birthday of Wilfred Owen (1893 - Nov 4, 1918), one of the young, British, killed poets of WW I.

. . .
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,---
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Three bright and lovely children is enough

Three bright and lovely children is enough

for effacing and unassuming me

well nearly since life can be quite rough

be nice to have a bit of sound money

a big house too couple of friendly dogs
a yard and garden two cars on the street
or better a garage don't think us hogs
bad weather makes them rust under your feet

plazma telly three compu’s a great room
not grand just great so we can all enjoy
view of the woods land quiet as a tomb
essential as we read on download toys

three children lovely completed life I boast
that other stuff? no - ’xcuse off to the Coast

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

What is the purpose of poetry?

What is the purpose of poetry? Not that hard to figure out. Is it?

"When criticism becomes a pursuit separate from poetry, those who follow it are apt to forget that the legitimate ends of the art for which they lay down rules are instruction and delight, and these points being obtained by what road soever, entitled the poet to claim the prize of successful merit."

Walter Scott
The Dramatic Work of John Dryden

Scott was a literary heavyweight, much neglected these days.