06-04-2013, 05:28 PM
I'm in a wine-dark mood
(but I like wine )
(Blues, slightly funkified)
Let's just pretend we never met
before
and never will again
and it gets even better:
we do not even know
that we exist.
Existence is a fleeting bird
just as much as love is, too.
And so I sit
um pouco sozinho,
a little lonesome,
getting tenderly drunk on:
[youtube]Cs2-nETnp7k&[/youtube]
Os meus pais nas minhas costas
As raizes na marquise
Eu tenho mais de vinte muros
O sangue jorra pelos furos
Pelas veias de um jornal
Eu não te quero, eu te quero mal *
drunk on the lyrics
of a Brazilian Blues.
Just as much as love is
just as well
a colibri, a butterfly
swinging on the waves
of sadly hungover days
of waste and wine and
self-inflicted pain.
Just as much as it is true
that the poet inside of my heart
appreciates sailin, drowing and swimming through
- quote Homer -
o oinops pontos,
the wine(-dark) sea
gliding happily
happy with William Butterflyin high Yay!
Tsk tsk!
To Byzantion as if
I had my
- oh so ever unexpectedly and very surprisingly -
second (of) cuming.
Fits me awfully perfectly well anyway
cuz
I urgently need a
sabbatical
from my heterosexual
fooleries anyway
and wanted to
read Gemistos Plethon kai Marsilio Ficino
for such a long time.
Γεώργιος Γεμιστός ή Πλήθων**
Because he brought (Neo-) Platonism *** back into
the philosophical play
of Renaissance Europe
and
Il Signore M. Ficino
jumped on Plethon's shoulders
considering the latter a giant
to boost his opere filosofiche.
* 20 anos Blues letra
** http://www.rassias.gr/SPARTA33.html
*** http://ellas2.wordpress.com/2011/01/25/%...%BF%CF%85/
****http://www.ficino.it
(but I like wine )
(Blues, slightly funkified)
Let's just pretend we never met
before
and never will again
and it gets even better:
we do not even know
that we exist.
Existence is a fleeting bird
just as much as love is, too.
And so I sit
um pouco sozinho,
a little lonesome,
getting tenderly drunk on:
[youtube]Cs2-nETnp7k&[/youtube]
Os meus pais nas minhas costas
As raizes na marquise
Eu tenho mais de vinte muros
O sangue jorra pelos furos
Pelas veias de um jornal
Eu não te quero, eu te quero mal *
drunk on the lyrics
of a Brazilian Blues.
Just as much as love is
just as well
a colibri, a butterfly
swinging on the waves
of sadly hungover days
of waste and wine and
self-inflicted pain.
Just as much as it is true
that the poet inside of my heart
appreciates sailin, drowing and swimming through
- quote Homer -
o oinops pontos,
the wine(-dark) sea
gliding happily
happy with William Butterflyin high Yay!
Tsk tsk!
To Byzantion as if
I had my
- oh so ever unexpectedly and very surprisingly -
second (of) cuming.
Fits me awfully perfectly well anyway
cuz
I urgently need a
sabbatical
from my heterosexual
fooleries anyway
and wanted to
read Gemistos Plethon kai Marsilio Ficino
for such a long time.
Γεώργιος Γεμιστός ή Πλήθων**
Because he brought (Neo-) Platonism *** back into
the philosophical play
of Renaissance Europe
and
Il Signore M. Ficino
jumped on Plethon's shoulders
considering the latter a giant
to boost his opere filosofiche.
* 20 anos Blues letra
** http://www.rassias.gr/SPARTA33.html
*** http://ellas2.wordpress.com/2011/01/25/%...%BF%CF%85/
****http://www.ficino.it
) efforts is also the greatest failing...you have started to write with complete self indulgency. This is so evident that even the "form" of this piece is screaming out "leave me alone"! In other words, because you are writing veracity verse, it is what it is and cannot be critiqued on any of the platforms which we stand on. 
