Yeats, Whitman, or Duran Duran, It’s All the Same to Me
“Poetry” conjures up images of English gardens, late night readings in coffee shops or salon gatherings for some.
I listen to poetry every day. On Pandora.
To me, poetry not only conveys feelings, but also represents unlikely pairings of words and images. I heard this today, and the way the words mixed together and the way the artist presented them was… well, impressive.
In touch with the ground
I’m on a hunt down after you
Smell like I sound I’m lost in a crowd.
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I’m on a hunt down after you.
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf**
Art is everywhere. Popularity and mass consumption have little effect on value, as far as I’m concerned. I would even say that those who are dismissive of something just because it makes a lot of money or is palatable by the majority are missing the point of art entirely.
Also, I hope Walt Whitman and this person aren’t too offended that I’ve categorized them along with Duran Duran as some of my favorites. Something tells me it’ll be fine.
**This selection was in no way influenced by the notion that a certain American eight year old of Pakistani heritage growing up in the 80s may or may not have had about entering into the state of matrimony with Nick Rhodes.
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I kick butt at this song on Rock Band.
I saw a punk band in NYC play this song once and they did a real nice job with it. Showing that it can played earnestly in different styles. Of course, in the middle of the song the singer told a fictional tale of a gay Simon LeBon cruising the streets of the West Village. On the prowl. Hungry like the wolf. Kept their punk street cred by making fun of LeBon’s sexuality while singing his song. Sure.
John Taylor was the one I liked… Oh yeah… that’s poetry right there…
i’ll let you have your fantasy about Rhodes if you admit that Girls On Film is a crappy song….
Tell me about it…
There’s a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Waiting like the stalking butler
Whom upon the finger rests
Murder now the path called “must we”
Just because the Son has come
Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
Something but what’s past and done?
Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
Something but what’s past and done?
Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start this over
Why can’t we drink forever?
I just want to start this over
I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down
(Sober, by Tool)
thanks for the shout out
duran duran rocks.
period.
that whole album is great
and so is chicago
and queensryche
and ozzy
and floyd
and the eagles
and – now look what you’ve done…
@justsomethoughts, “Come on, man. I had a rough night and I hate the fu**in’ Eagles, man!” – The Dude
earl, you’ve put a smile on my face.
thank you.
“outta my f—’n cab!”
Good poetry there yo, and I really don’t care for poetry much so I probably shouldn’t count that much.
Good poetry there yo, and I really don’t care for poetry much so I probably shouldn’t count that much.