Thelma and the Sleaze are coming for you Gunning down the highway With guitars in their eyes, like stars Bigger than life Full of that '70s swagger B-movie queens on the rise Heading to your town Gonna take it over They'll charm your women and drink your booze Yeah, these chicks do it up right Night after night on the stage Leaving nothing behind but your dreams They won't stop Even when there's nothing left to give Gonna conquer the world while you weep Bigger than life Full of that '70s swagger B-movie queens on the rise Thelma and the Sleaze are coming for you Gunning down the highway With guitars in their eyes, like stars
“Never keep a poem waiting; it might be a really good one, and if you don’t get it down, it’s lost.”–Ruth Stone
Pan with Us by Robert Frost
Pan came out of the woods one day,–
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,–
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill.
He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,
On a height of naked pasture land;
In all the country he did command
He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.
That was well! and he stamped a hoof.
His heart knew peace, for none came here
To this lean feeding save once a year
Someone to salt the half-wild steer,
Or homespun children with clicking pails
Who see so little they tell no tales.
He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach
A new-world song, far out of reach,
For sylvan sign that the blue jay’s screech
And the whimper of hawks beside the sun
Were music enough for him, for one.
Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.
They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away–
Play? Play?–What should he play?
Charles Demuth’s fabulous painting, I Saw the Figure 5 in Gold, was inspired by his friend William Carlos Williams’ poem, The Great Figure. The artwork is full of references to the poem and poet.
It’s always nice to see artists inspiring other artists, especially when they work in different mediums.
The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams
Allen Ginsberg was born 87 years ago today. Here he is, looking all fresh-faced yet intense.
QUOTE: “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
SOME WORKS: Howl and Other Poems; Kaddish and Other Poems; Reality Sandwiches; The Yage Letters; Mind Breaths; Deliberate Prose
Allen Ginsberg reading America. Keep in mind that Allen Ginsberg means Allen Ginsberg: this is not G-rated.
Edna St. Vincent Millay reading Recuerdo.
New Rudyard Kipling Poems Discovered [courtesy Huff Post Books]
I am not a Kipling fan, but I am always fascinated and thrilled when work by long-dead writers is discovered.