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Tue, May. 17th, 2005, 12:19 pm

Posting a poem I like, because I'm writing and thinking about poetry again all of a sudden. I love the way the poem takes you from the violation of one grammatical rule to a sense of the dissolution of language itself, and of our place in the world as shaped and understood through language. Lovely.

Windows is Shutting Down

Windows is shutting down, and grammar are
On their last leg. So what am we to do?
A letter of complaint go just so far,
Proving the only one in step are you.

Better, perhaps, to simply let it goes.
A sentence have to be screwed pretty bad
Before they gets to where you doesn't knows
The meaning what it must of meant to had.

The meteor have hit. Extinction spread,
But evolution do not stop for that.
A mutant languages rise from the dead
And all them rules is suddenly old hat.

Too bad for we, us what has had so long
The best seat from the only game in town.
But there it am, and whom can say its wrong?
Those are the break. Windows is shutting down.

Clive James

Tue, May. 17th, 2005 04:41 pm (UTC)

Unrelated, except to poetry. What is the poem about being sorry but not sorry about eating a peach? I likes it.


Tue, May. 17th, 2005 05:07 pm (UTC)

You don't mean the William Carlos Williams about the plum in the icebox, do you?

There's also a gorgeous Denise Levertov poem - I believe it's called "O Taste and See" - which is a response to Wordsworth's "The World is Too Much With Us" and extols the taste of fruit. Think it's a tangerine, though. :)

Tue, May. 17th, 2005 05:39 pm (UTC)

William Carlos Williams is who I'm thinking of. I'll chalk the fruit substitution to the fact that I don't like plums and do like peaches.


Tue, May. 17th, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
immaculatepizza: T.S. Elliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?"

It's about longing. :-)

Tue, May. 17th, 2005 06:30 pm (UTC)

I do remember the William Carlos Williams one about plums, though. It's funny. And it might be the one you're talking about.

It goes something like this:

"Were you saving those plums in the icebox that I just ate?

They were delicious. So sweet. So cold. I ate them. I ate them good. You suck. I rule."

Tue, May. 17th, 2005 06:32 pm (UTC)

OK. the actual text of the poem is charming and amusing to me.. so I will post it. It is called "This Is Just To Say"

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Wed, May. 18th, 2005 12:54 am (UTC)

I love this summary almost as much as the actual poem.