one of my favorite things in this sad diminished world are those shamanistic poems/epics/histories at the start of fantasy novels

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i am going to write a hole book of them, in jal aeren, after the fall

nutrional socialist (Lamp), Thursday, 1 October 2009 04:03 (nine years ago) Permalink

the superpowered hero is always wroth at some stage of these. i don't think i've ever been wroth, maybe it's a superpowers thing.

Brewer's Bitch (darraghmac), Thursday, 1 October 2009 09:14 (nine years ago) Permalink

one year passes...

well?

plax (ico), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 02:53 (eight years ago) Permalink

theres a thread one here where i write a bunch of these iirc

s1ocki the tripster (Lamp), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 02:57 (eight years ago) Permalink

im p sure i wrote a bunch of fake verz of these see if i can dig them up

s1ocki the tripster (Lamp), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 03:00 (eight years ago) Permalink

the grey flat earth gives no clue
of battles that did rage here
these truncated precious αδάμας
hold neath this sun na runaithe

plax (ico), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 03:16 (eight years ago) Permalink

Beyond Elohem: voices, flames
Carry back this wisdom, bound
Into the circle, the enchanted limit
There is a mouth that tells this

plax (ico), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 03:23 (eight years ago) Permalink

Kiln-ur-der beyond the sea
Lost home of the Silverlight
Sun's tomb moon's mother
Effortless peaks of granite
Crystal spries crumble now
Reclaimed by the waves

hammer singing, gulls crying
in the last forge
the sword was shaped
carried over the ocean
from ghostly kiln-un-der
to the lands of our forgetting

banners waving, maidens pining
in the last forge
the sword was buried
in the heart of a living child
blood of the God's
red ran the white iron

heart bleeding, night falling
in the last forge
the sword was folded
refined the coarse earth
sleeps in the Old Earth
the shadow is coming

s1ocki the tripster (Lamp), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 03:44 (eight years ago) Permalink

neath bleeding skies
the heralded dawn suspended
candle, lumen, awaiting
the shield that carries the sun

plax (ico), Wednesday, 5 January 2011 22:45 (eight years ago) Permalink

A thousand men the God-King called
a thousand to live, a thousand to die
beneath the vaults in Precept's Halls
he cried 'all shall pale, but i!'

They poured across the river Jikyuin
as black ants across a feast
and spread the song of sweat ruin
from the greatest to the least

And to the walls of Kiln-ur-der
carried bloody iron, bloody eyes
and in those eyes the God-King's stare
saw not a city but a pyre

"So runs my dream: but what am I?
a raven crawing at the roost
a raven crawing at the roost
None shall live if i must die"

╰㊂-㊂╯ (Lamp), Thursday, 6 January 2011 00:11 (eight years ago) Permalink

of garlanding and draping, kinship ceremony
from this duty she is cast out and scorned
a flight from Flush-ingel
to new lands where promises doth lie,
here flesh and destiny coincide
chosen by king, ruler, patriarch
children's lips do part in gaiety
where her scarlet beauty does adorn the dun fields

plax (ico), Thursday, 6 January 2011 00:24 (eight years ago) Permalink

Hey, Lamp, you ever read any James Branch Cabell? I think it has one of these. I like him. Jurgen is like misogynistic psychedelic arthurian parody. Or something. A lot of it is about marriage and relationships and it kind of argues with itself, like, Cabell might be a hyperconservative dick, but he mocks his sweet talking protagonist and stand-in for being the same. The Cream of the Jest and The High Place are supposed to be good, too. Leslie Fiedler likes him a lot.

Speaking of Fiedler, that odd future thread got me thinking of him, like, you've got these guys playing around with talking about the social implications of odd future, like, is it okay to say this, is it okay to listen to this, although they're mostly alluding to blogs and other media doing write ups, but then the alternative to talking about the social aspect or any wider context beyond just the music resulted in formalism and the use of this specialized vocabulary that people tend to be pedantic about; and both of these things are elitist things, when these people seems to work at a colloquial criticism and fall back on this stuff despite themselves - although it's admirable when it's done well, and I liked a lot of what I read.

It was one of those threads where I didn't want to disagree with anyone, as if the different arguments and discussions altogether say how things are.

I thought about emailing you last night, even though I don't know you well and we're not friends. It was just something I thought. But hey.

bamcquern, Thursday, 6 January 2011 08:51 (eight years ago) Permalink

four weeks pass...

bam i have not read james btanch cabell but he is not ~on the list~

for whiney & deej in memory of their sacrifice:

awaken! wake!

from nightbound depths
what once lay hid
let it arise
to blind the day!

from tomb, a voice
from time, an hour
from pattern, form
from weakness, power

to darkness, light
in embers, flame
from dust, a tree
silence, a name

the stillness stirs,
its loss regains
what was, returns
what is, remains

cloudy predecessor (Lamp), Friday, 4 February 2011 05:43 (eight years ago) Permalink

kindof disappointed that nobody noticed that one of my poems was a re-version of the theme song to the nanny

plax (ico), Saturday, 5 February 2011 16:30 (eight years ago) Permalink

lol

ENBB, Saturday, 5 February 2011 16:31 (eight years ago) Permalink

one month passes...

Iax of the ruined edge! Cold
Iax of the buried hilt. Dread
Iax of the marred brow. Born

when the sun spilled pallid and
ashen rays upon barrows pale
with lilys and a mothers tears
last witness to a soft exhale

first witness to a formless cry
a voice to shake the very base
of the pillars of the earth and
memories time cannot erase

millions now eating will never diet (Lamp), Thursday, 10 March 2011 06:35 (eight years ago) Permalink

a little too close to actual meter. turns into black metal voice in my head

thomp, Thursday, 10 March 2011 11:55 (eight years ago) Permalink

four months pass...

the old hedge-witch's voice was iron-scraping-iron and her hand was hot and strong upon his own. "you must go to the mountains of the sun if you wish to find your answers, and there descend into the earth to find the Cyäegha, and turn his eye upon you." as her voice died he heard mara's sharp breath and leiland move sword hand to pommel and tense but it was simòn, pious simòn who spoke. "you cannot do this, my lord, it would be your death! there are things that even the Dark fear, and who love us not".

he gripped the witch's hand in his own, "i beseech you, what can i find there but my own damnation?" to which the crone replied:

HE was young when the earth was young
and was born in its fiery heart
there we drank deep its blood and was burned
and born anew

HE was young when he heard the voices
that echo faintly through the stars
and sing of the death of time and space
and so learned to speak

HE was young when Sylanā forsook the Treaty of the Moon
and was lost to wander amongst the stars forever
he heard the moìtdi war amongst themselves
and so gave refuge to their servants in his hidden halls
and broke their chains

HE was older when he taught the gwalchmmi his secrets
the truth of fire and the truth of stone
they built their cities in his shadows and gave him the green
for him they sang the Hymn of Twilight in the lost caverns
and it rang under the earth

HE was older still when the moìtdi tore open the green earth
seeking those who had defied them and fled, finding blood
and in revenge for those who had loved him he spoke with the red earth
and he drowned the lands in fire and ash
and the moìtdi perished

HE was older still when the Dark and the Light bound him
with chains of silver to the deepest rocks
in fear and hatred of the old earth's power, that had burned their children
they hung him from the stone tree, never living, never dying
he hangs there still

HE was old then when your people came to these shores
and he spoke to them through stone and soil of the ancient secrets
and when they raised the Tower of Song on the bones of the moìtdi
one eye he has still open ever seeing always watching
he waits there now

Magic (Lamp), Tuesday, 2 August 2011 21:28 (seven years ago) Permalink

one month passes...

us, long earsick.
Blind, we follow
rain slant, spray flick
to fields we do not know.

Night, float us.
Offshore wind, shout,
ask the sea
what’s lost, what’s left,
what horn sunk,
what crown adrift.

Where we are who knows
of kings who sup
while day fails? Who,
swinging his axe
to fell kings, guesses
where we go?

mr peabody (moonship journey to baja), Wednesday, 14 September 2011 02:07 (seven years ago) Permalink

nice!

im always a little ashamed of my posts itt

SOMEGHOSTDURRP (Lamp), Wednesday, 14 September 2011 03:15 (seven years ago) Permalink

that's actually a "real poem" by basil bunting

mr peabody (moonship journey to baja), Thursday, 15 September 2011 16:45 (seven years ago) Permalink

but it always gave me a heavy CONAN vibe

mr peabody (moonship journey to baja), Thursday, 15 September 2011 16:45 (seven years ago) Permalink

if you like that you might like: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=7500

mr peabody (moonship journey to baja), Thursday, 15 September 2011 16:47 (seven years ago) Permalink

this is an awesome thread btw

mr peabody (moonship journey to baja), Thursday, 15 September 2011 16:47 (seven years ago) Permalink

brilliant thread title

a fake wannabe trying to be a pimp (history mayne), Thursday, 15 September 2011 16:49 (seven years ago) Permalink

love Bunting too :)

Chapman Pincher Overdrive (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 15 September 2011 16:50 (seven years ago) Permalink

two months pass...

It too dislikes I: there it lays in the shadows bound
Writhing, confined, with perfect contempt for us, under the fiery soul of the world
in the nonplace, the wall against the real
It will never die, its face will never
see light, grimace undarkened
by desire for the ending

808 Police State (Lamp), Tuesday, 15 November 2011 04:23 (seven years ago) Permalink


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