:animate ur #poetry or just see this one! blue bird ~

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:I just saw this simple, naive animation that covers d lyrics  that d famous Bukowski wrote and name them as blue bird. follow d poem and d animation, I really like how they make this video.  slowly, not so perfect.. but still, fair enough good to spent this 2 minutes here and enjoy. trashy paper style, easy illustration, stop motion play and d words that even if u don’t read them, somehow u recognize them.

First I share with u d poem written by Charles Bukowski then d video, enjoy. .. happy Saturday ~

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There’s a bluebird in my heart

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

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Animated Poem, Bluebird

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:d ocean resonates secret poems

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[echoing across the pond]

Poem for Mitko
_Michael Rothenberg

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Today, when Ziggy
(the dog) and I
go down to the ocean
we’ll send you a poem

Some wild ribbon
Invisible soul
birds in flight
across chrome waters

We will wait
for your silent reply
Look for a word
and world of peace

Riding back
over bright breakers
from your land-
locked European country

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A Sea-Monkey
I was born and raised
in Florida

Learned my liquid life
Now, I am pulled
by the moon

Birth and inevitability
Yes, the ocean
gives us power

Tells us the rolling universe
does not belong to us
No matter how hard

we try to destroy it

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Godless power
Chrome waves

Sun’s flames
soak my brow

Ziggy stops to dig in the sand
Barks at the blue-black raven

calling from the stranded
boulder on Shell Beach

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I’d go crazy living on an island
surrounded by a fevered sea of woe

and sapphire horizons

I plan for a busier tomorrow
But I can’t get the ocean out of my head

You could crave another island

But whatever’s there I can’t describe
Lupine, thistle, and wild oats

on the bluff
Something I think I see, but can’t

Imagination
inscribed in the mercurial sky

I wait for an explosion

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This is not a good year for Tyrants!
Copper skies above Tahrir Square

Here comes that crashing thought
That currency I sent away over the expanse

to be read by you, Mitko
Tear gas clouds in Tahrir Square

Coming back tied and frayed around a rugged headland
We have had enough of this enslavement!

Men and women, boys and girls with stones
Give them what they want

Don’t wait for permission from the headquarters
Authorization from the Opera

Live long and without endorsements

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The dog still barks, but can’t say exactly what he believes
Is that a dragon or civilization burning on the beach?

Coming in or going out
I can’t tell which way the poetry is running

A wave followed by another wave followed by another
Tide of the underworld rushing overall, blowing silver

over shipwrecked shores and tortured skies
A sleeper wave slashing

Pillars of…

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I asked the California badger
on the road back home
Do you find this dream amusing?

There was something vicious in his response
Is the human condition just entertainment?

I ask the badger
about Political gamesmanship
and coppery metaphors

Slung across the heavens
like Handel’s Messiah?

No reply!

This is not a domestic animal!

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O, Brother from another great continent
Beyond shimmering cataclysmic fever

Foam and light rushing up over my feet
Mammoth rubbings on mammoth stones. . .

Oh Macedonian Brother

I went down to the ocean today and the sky and sun and water
were blinding and gorgeous chrome, so I kind of got caught

in light and isolation and could think of nothing else

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.OCEANia and :Christmas
_Mitko Gogov

.lips are touching salty waves,
oceans playin’ with d messages lost in them.
We think that inside float
maternal fluid which nourishes us while we sleep
as teddy bears, as kangaroos
in d
wombs
inside.

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We fly with our messages
like freed birds from their cage..
Love is transferred through cosmic channels!
..an uncle somewhere far across the pond
sit on the shore,
caressing the existence of his thoughts
sending them far away to me
to be returned as hidden universes.
The day ends ..

. .. and, somewhere there Jesus is born.

*

dogs bark in joy,
about one I know for sure.
In these bottles we keep all
d messages, those which are yet to be sent
condemning the mystery of not knowing.

!Telepathy is a pact with mice. .. you hear me?

*

We signalize d existence,
as fireflies in summer. .. even d Indians would envy us
for d art of connecting.
Do we hear each other or d waves are too strong?!
I hear how d water cleans our souls. these salty rocks
one day will fall apart!
We run lost as we should
win this marathon, but not
all waves end at the same place?

*

Embraced each other with d thoughts that returns
– boomerang technique is more active nowadays.
The end of reason is near ,
in d rain we hide d cry of our fear.
At the end of the day

:all stars are falling down
– but they not fade;

they glow us from closer!

night lights,
they make d passion for more myth!

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We reserve space in d universe
as if d hotel of our life has remained with(out)
no rooms. Guests are our memories. ..

fill d beds and under them they hide Us
from ourselves..*

Here the lake is calm
..dreaming of its elder brothers and sisters
will there be a river born to bring me
at d sea,
will there be a sea born
to bring me to you?

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The Absolute dives with special equipment
we the trackers are dolphins
we close our snouts while we breathe,
yet, our ears fill with water .

Can we hear d water composition
for the rain, for d snow that melts in us
or icicles are born?

In my house a wave is coming,
from d ocean is, We say. ..
on my walls dark blue worlds
aquarium filled with indigo sky

.my fishes are dreaming d Big Water
Lemurians dears ~

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.all rights reserved. Michael Rothenberg & Mitko Gogov copyright © 2011

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_this is a project that I like to call meditation trough #poetry and it happen on d Christmas Eve’ when Michael sit on d ocean and sent his poetry trough d waves in my house where I receive d salty smell of d eternal life that we live.

Before I share d bio that I took from wikipedia I want to mention here that I become friend with him after he start d big poetry event 100 Thousand Poets for Change, that took place all over d world in one single day 24. September and I decide to make poetry event that will be part of d event and will be placed in my city as only manifestation that will support this IDEA and will sent signal, light from Strumica for more awareness in all fields. more about 100 TPC and Big Bridge [here]. if u are into poetry u can create d event for ur region for next year, it’s planned for 29 September – [join Us, write to us at: walterblue@bigbridge.org]

Michael Rothenberg is an American poet, songwriter, editor, and active environmentalist in the San Francisco Bay Area. Born in Miami Beach, Florida, Rothenberg received his Bachelor of Arts in English at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Afterward, he moved to California in 1976, where he began “Shelldance Nursery”, an orchid and bromeliad nursery.

In 1993 he received his MA in Poetics at New College of California. In 1989, Rothenberg and artist Nancy Davis began Big Bridge Press,[1] a fine print literary press, publishing works by Jim Harrison, Joanne Kyger, Allen Ginsberg, Philip Whalen and others. Rothenberg is editor of Big Bridge,[2] a webzine of poetry. Rothenberg is also co-editor and co-founder of Jack Magazine,[3] He is the editor of:

  • Overtime, Selected Poems by Philip Whalen
  • As Ever, Selected Poems by Joanne Kyger
  • David’s Copy, Selected Poems by David Meltzer
  • Way More West, Selected Poems by Ed Dorn (Penguin, 2007)
  • Collected Poems of Philip Whalen (Wesleyan University Press, 2007).

Rothenberg’s poems have appeared in 88: A Journal of Contemporary American Poetry, First Intensity, Cortland Review, Golden Handcuffs Review, Exquisite Corpse, Zyzzyva, Mudlark,[4] Jacket, Rolling Stock, Sycamore Review, and other publications. His books include Unhurried Vision, Paris Journals, What The Fish Saw, Nightmare Of The Violins, Man/Woman w/Joanne Kyger, and Favorite Songs. In 1990 Rothenberg began writing songs. His songs have appeared in films by Hollywood Pictures, Shadowhunter and Black Day, Blue Night.

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Mitko Gogov (1983, Skopje, Macedonia) aka kihuPotru is conceptual artist, published poet, youth worker & activist.

Conceptual/ multimedia artist (art academy, Bulgaria, non-formal educational art programs & workshops France ) with few expos, performances and art installations behind, showed in France, Norway, Italy, Serbia, Bulgaria, Macedonia.. published poet and short stories writer, translated in English [Philippines, Us.. ], Serbian, Croatian, Italian, Spanish, Indian [telugu], Bulgarian, Macedonian.. [still working on d first book that should be published February, 2o12]

youth worker that works with young people from everywhere, push for social inclusion and volunteering. .. active graffiti painter and word as a [dj] with the name Dzamski, specializing in psychedelic trance, dark forest, experimental and ambient sounds.
Blogger, open for communication. #culture #art #media

Illustration Of The Word

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When I want to write long sentences
I always begin to think that
from an ordinary rain
I would like to make a storm.

In the time when I want to
raise myself into few words,
I think of you and then
I have no enough paper and ink
to describe just your hair.

I slip sometimes with the mind
like wine which slowly
becomes part of each body and
touches the brain like every drop of blood.

In the life of the unwritten words
only the book cover has an illustration
of the everlasting spring hidden
under the blanket of the snow.

illustration by: Christina Mrozik

SUMATRA AND THE EXPLANATION OF SUMATRA

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SUMATRA AND THE EXPLANATION OF SUMATRA

by Milos Crnjanski


Sumatra

Now we are carefree, tender and airy.

Let us think: how quiet are, the snowy

peaks of the Urals.

If we get sad over a pale figure,

whom we have lost on some evening,

we know that, somewhere, a rivulet,

instead of it, all in red, is flowing!

One love, morning in foreign land,

envelops our soul, gets tighter,

in endless peace of blue seas,

from which the crimson corals glitter,

like, from my distant homeland, cherries.

We wake up at night, smiling dearly,

to the Moon with its bow bent,

caressing the distant hills, tenderly,

and icy mountains, with our hand.

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For you

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In the tear drop
Which slipped on your face
I saw waterfalls of emotions
Sent to the target.

In the salinity of your lips
I sensed a pearl
Mature for confrontation
With the wisdom of the bleach.

The day when
You will know how to graft
A life,
You already live it.

With me like lantern,
For me like Sun,
Next to me like fire,
Inside you like volcano.

deep nature

deep nature

 

 

 

 

 

За тебе

Во капката солза
што потече низ твоето лице
видов водопади емоции
испратени кон целта.

Во соленилото на твоите усни
сетив бисер
созреан за соочување
со мудроста на белилото.

Денот кога
ќе знаеш да искалемиш
живот,
веќе го живееш.

Со мене како фенер,
за мене како сонце,
до мене како оган,
во тебе како вулкан.

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