Poetry Pressed through a Tube Named lyw by lywlyw, literature
Literature
Poetry Pressed through a Tube Named lyw
WordPress allows me to subscribe to one artist’s journey the way traditional forms of publishing never did. I am always comparing, because I am still always amazed, at how different the literary world is from just twenty years ago.
Today, I launch two new poetry videos on the lyw YouTube channel, because a WordPress poet and artist allowed me to play with some of the work on her site which I had admired.
SB is a poet and artist on WordPress at Sabiscuit.wordpress.com. You’d think that I would be less interested in making a video of poetry that was not my own. It’s actually a very creative and engaging process to make the
Making poetry part of our daily exercise can be as compelling as HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) workouts. Obviously, working different muscle groups but, I swear, the same burn can be there. It can last a lot longer, too.
HIIT training workouts have become a popular fitness trend because they provide quick bursts of physical activity and adrenaline with optimal results in a short amount of time.
What are the terms that we hear with HIIT training? Fire, heat, burn. It hurts. And people like that. It seems an obvious answer to an urban lifestyle that can often numb the senses and one’s vitality.
In this modern society, the
Though this is not the easiest type of poetry for the modern reader, this video attempts to prove that sometimes it’s fun to get ‘lost in the translation’ be that from the ancient languages that much of this poetry comes from or due to the cultural and literary differences between that long, long time ago and our current day.
stone sculpture by Unknown – Jastrow (2007) *
I suspect that the term, ‘lost in translation’, must have been born from the study of our ancient poets because the richness and beauty of their epic poems is often dependent on the strength of the translations.
I have found when reading s
runner boils the lungs and heart
in her own blood
making a funny pot of lyw
to burst her lid
and hit the sun
in his curious head
with the whistle-blowing steam
of her hot, carbon efforts
claiming her place
as part of everything
under the sighing breath
of the vaulting sky;
the pleasure of being small
running in circles
is called endurance training here
training a clarity of mind
that makes children, pets and wild squirrels
stop and wonder
as she blows by
runner should stir with fire
this inedible pot of stew
under and over the privilege
of running in a beautiful park
where heaven and earth attend her
butterflies
this rock wears a wild crown by lywlyw, literature
Literature
this rock wears a wild crown
this rock wears a wild crown
of mossy brown
inappropriate humour
guardian to a treasure
of immoveable
and cantankerous will
a rock who slowly taught himself swiftness
because he values the exchange
of those who like to fight
this rock is the density of all movement;
a tightly packed northward caravan
on a long journey from his
island youth and Caliban dreams
taking many turns
at the giant urban wheel
while never missing a chance
to spread his rough royalty
under its paved path
so what has moved this formidable rock
to find a river oasis
when the granite and gravel
should suit him better?
why does this rock take
flo
the symbol of our
romantic garden bench
continues to grow leaf and branch
dreams of great hoary trees
and the happiest way of getting old
for, after all
we are living work
if not living art
the reality of our love
has been in a dusty and sweaty craft
hammering out these past few years
like a pair of lame gods
because the pictures and poetry
to which we aspire
are crude tools
for shaping the rough wood of our skins;
tempering the rust in our veins
no brush or pen
could make the frame
needed to bear the fat and bone
of our irregular bottoms
beauty and imagination alone
could not fathom the plot
needed to hold but not im
she went looking
and found herself surrounded
by a winding path
leading deeply into the trunk
of a familiar old tree
finding there the grand opening
of a dark and wonky retreat
mud baths to be had
in the bubbling swamps
yoga classes in the morning
by the active volcanoes
and a seat in the clouds
if she can find one
traveller who travels less
finds herself travelling in strange country
an uninsurable trip to be sure
led by a dubious guide
who encourages her
to consider the gaping mouths
of the wild beasts of the land
for what wisdom they speak
weather the storms
of fire, wind and water
for her circulation and clari
Poetry Pressed through a Tube Named lyw by lywlyw, literature
Literature
Poetry Pressed through a Tube Named lyw
WordPress allows me to subscribe to one artist’s journey the way traditional forms of publishing never did. I am always comparing, because I am still always amazed, at how different the literary world is from just twenty years ago.
Today, I launch two new poetry videos on the lyw YouTube channel, because a WordPress poet and artist allowed me to play with some of the work on her site which I had admired.
SB is a poet and artist on WordPress at Sabiscuit.wordpress.com. You’d think that I would be less interested in making a video of poetry that was not my own. It’s actually a very creative and engaging process to make the
Making poetry part of our daily exercise can be as compelling as HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) workouts. Obviously, working different muscle groups but, I swear, the same burn can be there. It can last a lot longer, too.
HIIT training workouts have become a popular fitness trend because they provide quick bursts of physical activity and adrenaline with optimal results in a short amount of time.
What are the terms that we hear with HIIT training? Fire, heat, burn. It hurts. And people like that. It seems an obvious answer to an urban lifestyle that can often numb the senses and one’s vitality.
In this modern society, the
Though this is not the easiest type of poetry for the modern reader, this video attempts to prove that sometimes it’s fun to get ‘lost in the translation’ be that from the ancient languages that much of this poetry comes from or due to the cultural and literary differences between that long, long time ago and our current day.
stone sculpture by Unknown – Jastrow (2007) *
I suspect that the term, ‘lost in translation’, must have been born from the study of our ancient poets because the richness and beauty of their epic poems is often dependent on the strength of the translations.
I have found when reading s
runner boils the lungs and heart
in her own blood
making a funny pot of lyw
to burst her lid
and hit the sun
in his curious head
with the whistle-blowing steam
of her hot, carbon efforts
claiming her place
as part of everything
under the sighing breath
of the vaulting sky;
the pleasure of being small
running in circles
is called endurance training here
training a clarity of mind
that makes children, pets and wild squirrels
stop and wonder
as she blows by
runner should stir with fire
this inedible pot of stew
under and over the privilege
of running in a beautiful park
where heaven and earth attend her
butterflies
this rock wears a wild crown by lywlyw, literature
Literature
this rock wears a wild crown
this rock wears a wild crown
of mossy brown
inappropriate humour
guardian to a treasure
of immoveable
and cantankerous will
a rock who slowly taught himself swiftness
because he values the exchange
of those who like to fight
this rock is the density of all movement;
a tightly packed northward caravan
on a long journey from his
island youth and Caliban dreams
taking many turns
at the giant urban wheel
while never missing a chance
to spread his rough royalty
under its paved path
so what has moved this formidable rock
to find a river oasis
when the granite and gravel
should suit him better?
why does this rock take
flo
the symbol of our
romantic garden bench
continues to grow leaf and branch
dreams of great hoary trees
and the happiest way of getting old
for, after all
we are living work
if not living art
the reality of our love
has been in a dusty and sweaty craft
hammering out these past few years
like a pair of lame gods
because the pictures and poetry
to which we aspire
are crude tools
for shaping the rough wood of our skins;
tempering the rust in our veins
no brush or pen
could make the frame
needed to bear the fat and bone
of our irregular bottoms
beauty and imagination alone
could not fathom the plot
needed to hold but not im
she went looking
and found herself surrounded
by a winding path
leading deeply into the trunk
of a familiar old tree
finding there the grand opening
of a dark and wonky retreat
mud baths to be had
in the bubbling swamps
yoga classes in the morning
by the active volcanoes
and a seat in the clouds
if she can find one
traveller who travels less
finds herself travelling in strange country
an uninsurable trip to be sure
led by a dubious guide
who encourages her
to consider the gaping mouths
of the wild beasts of the land
for what wisdom they speak
weather the storms
of fire, wind and water
for her circulation and clari
she went looking
and found herself surrounded
by a winding path
leading deeply into the trunk
of a familiar old tree
finding there the grand opening
of a dark and wonky retreat
mud baths to be had
in the bubbling swamps
yoga classes in the morning
by the active volcanoes
and a seat in the clouds
if she can find one
traveller who travels less
finds herself travelling in strange country
an uninsurable trip to be sure
led by a dubious guide
who encourages her
to consider the gaping mouths
of the wild beasts of the land
for what wisdom they speak
weather the storms
of fire, wind and water
for her circulation and clari
the symbol of our
romantic garden bench
continues to grow leaf and branch
dreams of great hoary trees
and the happiest way of getting old
for, after all
we are living work
if not living art
the reality of our love
has been in a dusty and sweaty craft
hammering out these past few years
like a pair of lame gods
because the pictures and poetry
to which we aspire
are crude tools
for shaping the rough wood of our skins;
tempering the rust in our veins
no brush or pen
could make the frame
needed to bear the fat and bone
of our irregular bottoms
beauty and imagination alone
could not fathom the plot
needed to hold but not im
Though generally very curious, lyw is most curious about the arts (including martial arts). Sound and movement are central themes in her creative writing as well as fodder for her non-fiction work in feature articles, reviews, and content writing.
Other Interests
Poetry, Fiction, Film, Theatre, Dance, Music, Martial Arts, Health and Fitness