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I put up an song by Tv on the Radio in the filesharing section. Go ahead, download it. Do it. Tell me you dont like it.

TV on the Radio - Mr Grieves (Pixies cover)

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in other news i'm falling in love with Theodore Roethke.

Names I have often confused: Roethke Rilke Rexroth Rothko.
Names in order of discovery (non-confusion): Rothko Rilke Rexroth Roethke

poets which have entered the deepest chambers of my heart (shame to they who see only four): Eliot Plath Rimbaud Roethke

all sadly famous poets but you see i didn't start reading poetry until I was sixteen and seriously read and reread J Alfred Prufrock until I understood it. then followed the waste land and a brief stint with the beats (allen ginsberg had just died). The next year I researched Sylvia for an english presentation and it was like coming home. For the oral presentation I printed out a poem of hers for every person in the class and shuffled them and handed them out for the students to read them to themselves, all before I said a word. (I didn't shuffle them completely, I remembered to give certain things to the people who would be most offended by them.) The intention was to strike them as hard as possible with the strangeness and fullness of the language, have them feel awed and a little perplexed. Then I asked them to pay attention to their poem as I started talking about her life, to see the bits of autobiography that seep through, so the imagery becomes clearer and clearer. A poet's life is the thread for their tapestries, it's identifiable in everything, even things that aren't confessional, especially things that aren't confessional. The same goes for any creation.

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lord i'm updating too much. must be bored. Anyway I was reading from Rexroth's Bestiary and Roethke's Lighter Pieces and Poems for Children whilst drinking my coffee at the kitchen table and I thought I'd take a stab at it.

The spider comes and goes and goes
Weaving a tapestry under your nose
But too many writers have often supposed
The spider could start weaving delicate prose
But that's to belie what the spider knows:
It don't matter the prose, it don't matter the pose
The attitude, style, or even your clothes
If your web's caught a fly and you hear its throes
Then your web has succeeded, by Jove!