R.M. Engelhardt's Blog: Burn Brightly, page 3

if you forget me

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

 

~ ��Pablo Neruda

 

TO ALL THE NEW POETS OF A YOUNG CENTURY

��

 

So

 

You want to be a poet?

 

Then stand in line

 

Because just like every other damn poet

That ever came before you

You���ll have to write

 

And Twitter, Tumblr, Fumblr

Whatever, will never save

Your sorry ass

 

And the Pushcart Prize?

They won���t reward you

For writing a Facebook

Status that���s poetic

 

And just like

Emily, no one no

Publisher will ever

Come knocking

At your door

Looking for your poems

 

So listen;

 

Because there is no new

Jack Kerouac, no new Bukowski

And no new Poe

 

And Shakespeare?

 

He threw down his pencil

A longtime ago after Marlowe

Bought the farm

 

So just like all of the most

Famous poets of old expect

No compliments, no fortune

And no dough and learn how

To live on noodles

 

And believe me

When I say that

When you tell Mom & Dad

That you want to be

A poet someday?

 

Don���t expect them to

Embrace you or let you

Ever move back home again

 

Because remember

 

That this is the life that you chose

And if you ever finally find

Finally write that one piece

That one amazing epiphany

That says it all and that says

Everything and that has the

Power to knock the world

On its ass?

 

Then maybe one day

You���ll be able to look

In the mirror and say

 

It was all worth it.

_____________

R.M. ENGELHARDT��

���there is a loneliness in this world so great”

���there is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of

the hands of a clock.

people so tired

mutilated

either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other

one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich

the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us

that we can all be

big-ass winners.

it hasn’t told us

about the gutters

or the suicides.

or the terror of one person

aching in one place

alone

untouched

unspoken to

watering a plant.���

~ ��Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

LIT 101

Writers?

We have to write. If we don���t our brains explode

and the poetry, words and ideas go all over.

We have to drink for inspiration. And we have to smoke at least a pack a day.

Why?

Because it���s the law. That���s why.

And ? We must drink large amounts of coffee

everyday just to stay awake.

I didn’t make these rules.

I blame Hemingway.

But in the end it���s only the words that matter

That���s all

~ R.M.

LIT 101

Johnny CashFebruary 26, 1932 ~ September 12, 2003

Johnny Cash
February 26, 1932 ~ September 12, 2003

Why You Should Write?

Because all ideas and words will burn a hole in your mind unless you write them down.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

Adam Zagajewski

A Mature, Respectfully Artistic Poem Written for Kanye West

A Mature, Respectfully Artistic Poem Written for Kanye West Or

�� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� (Kanye Is A Douchebag)

��

 

So just the other day I

Was writing a poem

About Beck

 

Then Kanye tried to steal it,

 

What the heck?

 

And then I was writing a poem

For Beyonc�� too, but

Kanye told me I wasn���t

Good enough to

 

So now let���s face it

Perhaps Kanye was right,

Perhaps it���s because

Beck & Taylor are white

But masterfully I being

Quite artistic too

Say ���Kanye you���re a douchebag���

So here���s a poem for you

 

(I just hope that you respect my artistry)

 

~ R.M.��

 

It’s On The Way …

The Universal Poet: Walt Whitman���s Response to the Emerson Ideal

RM The Writer:

Great Article Harley …

Originally posted on Harley J. Campbell:

In his 1844 essay entitled ���The Poet,��� Ralph Waldo Emerson describes all the qualities he believes to be essential to a true poet. Emerson argues for a poet who can simultaneously capture the reality of life and transcend above it to provide a voice more powerful than that of ordinary men. The essay, which laments the lack of such a poet within Emerson���s time, acts as a call to bring forth the next great bard, and, within the following decade, Walt Whitman answers this charge. Throughout his poetry, Whitman embraces all the elements of life, both beautiful and obscene; he fulfills Emerson���s claim that ���the world is���from the beginning beautiful��� (Emerson). Yet in doing so, Whitman also goes beyond the vision of Emerson by celebrating the creations of man and treating them as equal in splendor to the natural world. By combining Emerson���s theories with new and sometimes contradictory ideas���

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