Bloody Sunday Blue

[serge gurkski]

for billy, Leanne ,-) and Anne Sexton:




Bloody Sunday Blue


Drowning deep into another lost Sunday
skipping Mass and falling
down
into
the warm sheltering arms of the Blues:

It's all so blasphemically beautiful
and now God, I pray make it last.

My happiness.

Preachers don't reach my
rebelling Southern Baptists'
heart no more

Did any of your kind
ever save

a single strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees?


Sweet smoke is all you have to offer.

And that
is simply
not
enough.

A poet friend brings my mind back to
Anne Sexton: I find the
mind-blowing beauty of her face
her lips, her voice,
the way she recites herself
when she's good with herself
and I don't care if she preaches
and her voice some times
gets too high on her own
sensitivity.

And I do not mind her
getting pathetic on the videoed
cloud of her mind.

http://youtu.be/UM6nWRXCQD8

And no and this to Leanne:
No: you can not if you are fair
compare Plath to Sexton.


I understand your disliking Plath
http://youtu.be/Y7ujeHnrT8A
.

but Sexton is Jazz
and yes, she sometimes gets larmoyant
but she still s(w)ings and her
words sink into me.

I know why: It is not the booze
but the pills offering a save haven

for some hours you can count down.


But then the pharmacy has closed
and you stand alone in another merciless night.

I would have loved her
because she's my kind.

---
oh: and for myself too.

Anne Sexton reciting her: http://youtu.be/ZDcARJqtqFs
but I could recite it better
this poem needs no Pathos-

wtf

[Leanne]

"and I don't care if she preaches
and her voice some times
gets too high on her own
sensitivity"

Lovely lines -- to recognise things that others may deem flaws, but are really only charms.

(I don't necessarily compare them, but you can't fault me for disliking them both -- perhaps it's my lack of pills)

[serge gurkski]

"and I don't care if she preaches
and her voice some times
gets too high on her own
sensitivity"

Lovely lines -- to recognise things that others may deem flaws, but are really only charms.

(I don't necessarily compare them, but you can't fault me for disliking them both -- perhaps it's my lack of pills)

;-) totally forgot zthat I posted this (yes:the pills)
Youre of course entitled to dislike both.

The reason why I do like sexton is not because of her writing. ;-)

a with Plath: There is exatly one poem I love (April aubade (I translated into German).

All her hatred for her German father does not impress me. Why?

Because she was not the only one; I'll name you three poets by far better than sylvia:

First I name ngeborg Bachmann (an Austrian poetessa (who just btw ODed on ills. Oh the irony!)

the other two poets were americans:

Theodore Roethke
and
WCW.

I wrote a rhythmic prose piece (in German: Tempelmusik) in which I make mention of Danse Russe and also wrote two poems (en Anglais) in which I refer (also) to
"In a dark time."


http://www.leselupe.de/lw/titel-Tempelmusik-105002.htm


http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2010/07/14/...e-gardens/

http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2012/09/04/...e-roethke/


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[TRLustig]

the imagery is beautiful, the cadence light but the allegories for the most part deep, though the trail kind of fades into the bushes by the end. I loved the bit about sweet smoke, and the comforting presence of a hypothetical and also chemical romance.