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Feb 26, 2006 23:31

My 60 Favourite Poems
(in no particular order)

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junk_journal February 27 2006, 20:30:24 UTC

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber
poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing
the grocery boys.

for some reason, that line out of all of them gets me the most...

PS atruestory February 26 2006, 19:56:17 UTC

Because I just came across this and I had to show someone and then I thought, oh, I'll show David who I don't know.

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Motto

In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will be singing
About the dark times.

- Bertolt Brecht, translated by John Willet

junk_journal February 27 2006, 20:35:36 UTC

i like this alot. brecht is a playwright/poet that has fallen outside my radar - i've read very little of his works. i will have to chase him up.

feel free to share more poems with me, whenever you like, in the future emily. you may not know me but that doesn't matter. i'd only be too happy to see them. :)

tommaneeya February 27 2006, 20:11:37 UTC

Me! Me! Me please!

tommaneeya@hotmail.com

Coffee or somethingorother soon?

x

junk_journal February 27 2006, 20:34:41 UTC

that sounds excellent. perhaps this weekend even? i'll get in touch with you and organise it - we can meet up, grab some coffee or a bite to eat and do the whole two-jaded-intellectuals-lament-the-decline-of-the-world routine. i can't wait. :)

anonymous February 27 2006, 22:48:37 UTC

It seems a strange request from an anonymous lurker, but the poetry far outweighs the strange-esque nature.

odd_little_fly@hotmail.com

I'd be ever so grateful.

junk_journal March 1 2006, 00:34:16 UTC

the poems are sent, mysterious stranger, and i hope you enjoy them. but may i ask: who are you? and what strange circumstances brought you to read my humble lj?

anonymous March 2 2006, 22:05:28 UTC

1) Who am I? That's something I'm really trying to figure out right now and something I find I know absolutely nothing about. Aside from that: I am a wandering soul, I live in a city with snow up to my shins, and I adore the air at 2am.

2) Circumstances that brought me here? Internet drifting. By those random clicks when the night is threatening to finish too early and you're almost too tired to notice. That's how I came here.

Why did I stay? Because I was looking for a stranger with something worth coveting, someone who felt poetic heart-strings and who wants so much to be able to talk to the mysteries that feverishly make us [and break us].

meganjayne February 28 2006, 17:22:24 UTC

please, thankyou. mwri2149@mail.usyd.edu.au

junk_journal March 1 2006, 00:37:35 UTC

my pleasure, megan. i see that you're a friend of sam's. feel free to add me if you like, and i shall surely do the same.