7 comments on “Friday – Deep Into the Evening – A German Poem

  1. Here is a similarly structured poem, Arthur Rimbaud, 1870…..do you think he got the idea from Droste-Hulshoff???

    It is a green hollow where a stream gurgles,
    Crazily catching silver rags of itself on the grasses;
    Where the sun shines from the proud mountain:
    It is a little valley bubbling over with light.

    A young soldier, open-mouthed, bare-headed,
    With the nape of his neck bathed in cool blue cresses,
    Sleeps; he is stretched out on the grass, under the sky,
    Pale on his green bed where the light falls like rain.

    His feet in the yellow flags, he lies sleeping. Smiling as
    A sick child might smile, he is having a nap:
    Cradle him warmly, Nature: he is cold.

    No odour makes his nostrils quiver;
    He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast
    At peace. There are two red holes in his right side.

    Arthur Rimbaud

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  2. Dudes, it’s all about graves and death and corpses and life– beautiful and inside out. “At the still point, there the dance is…

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    • Hi John, thanks for stopping by.

      Reply to Primus: Are you self-identifying as a “metalhead” in the sense of what I sometimes call a “motorhead” – someone specifically interested in machinery – specifically fast cars and motorcycles and someone interested in building them? If so, then hang on, I got some cool machine blogs on the back burner. I started with a poetry blog because I was just setting this thing up and needed to check out how the word editor worked, get pages set up; you know all that stuff!

      But if you mean “metalhead” in the sense of heavy metal music, then that’s another story! Metal music, IMHO has some of the best post-modern poetry ever. I love that stuff! And since we have a couple of examples of mildly spooky poems (corpses, weird chick with a corpse at her breasts, a dead soldier 19th century style – “poor Bastard!” Isn’t that what the British always used to say; in the movies maybe…). So. Here’s a Metal Band Poem, actually the words to “Hardening of the Arteries” by Slayer:

      Fear runs wild in the veins of the world
      The hate turns the skies jet black
      Death is assured in future plans
      Why live if there’s nothing there

      Spectors of doom await the moment
      The mallet is sure and precise
      Cover the crypts of all mankind
      With cloven hoove begone

      Sadistic minds
      Delay the death
      Of twisted life
      Malicious world

      The crippled youth try in dismay
      To sabotage the carcass Earth
      All new life must perish below
      Existence now is futile

      Decrepit breath, vile in its stench
      A world in decay
      Transgressor is as one

      Courtesy of: http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/slayer/hellawaits.html#5

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