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| Monday, February 26, 2007 at 1:12 AM | | Hello Livevideo.com community, i would like to let you know that if you like a poem and like me to make a video of it please let me know and I am more than happy to oblige.
I am a beginner when it comes to poetry, someone actually inspired me to listen and love poetries. I would like to meet new friends that is into poetry here on livevideo.com and share their expertise, knowledge and wisdom when it comes to the art of poetry, poetry reading and writing.
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| Monday, February 26, 2007 at 12:34 AM | | First of all I would like to emphasize that I do not claim nor take any credit for the content on www.livevideo.cm/poetryinmotion I am a poet lover and I adore their masterpiece. The first batch that I uploaded is from a television network called JWT-NY and would like to give credit to the said station and also to the people who created the video such as: "Budapest" with animation by Julian Grey of Headgear "Hunger" with animation by FAD "The Best Cigarette" with animation by David Vaio of FAD "Some more...Days" with animation by Julian Grey of Headgear
"Now and Then" with animation by Eun-ha Paek of Milky Elephant
"Walking Across the Atlantic" with animation by Mike Stolz of Manic
"Forgetfulness" with animation by Julian Grey of Headgear
"The Dead" with animation by Juan Delcan of Spontaneous
Billy Collins, former US 24th Poet Laureate and one of America's best-selling poets.
I will be re-creating poems from the great poets around the world as well as how I see it through cutouts, animations, videos and so fort. Thank You less | |
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| | | | | | | |  | Now and Then by Billy Collins
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Now and Then - This poet of the Tsong dynasty is so miserable. The wind sighs, a single swan passes over head and he is alone on the water in his skiff. more...If only he appreciated life in eleventh century China as much as I do. No loud cartoons on television, no music from the ice cream truck. Just the calls of many birds and the steady flow of the water clock. less
Added: Feb 26, 07
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|  | Walking Across the Atlantic by Billy Collins
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Walking Across the Atlantic - I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach before stepping onto the first wave. Soon I am walking across the Atlantic more...thinking about Spain, checking for whales, waterspouts. I feel the water holding up my shifting weight. Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface. But for now I try to imagine what this must look like to the fish below, the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing. less
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| |  | Some Days by Billy Collins
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Some Days - Some days I put the people in their places at the table. Bend their legs at the knees if they come with that feature. And fix them into the more...tiny wooden chairs. All afternoon they face each other. The man in the brown suit, the woman in the blue dress. Perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved. But other days, I am the one who is lifted up by the ribs, then lowered into the dining room of a doll house to sit with the others at the long table. Very funny, but how would you like it if you didn't know from one day to the next if you were going to spend it striding around like a vivid God, your shoulders in the clouds. Or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper, staring straight ahead with your little plastic face. less
Added: Feb 26, 07
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|  | The Best Cigarette by Billy Collins
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The Best Cigarette - - There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one night, years ago. The heralded more...one, of course: after sex, the two glowing tips now the lights of a single ship; at the end of a long dinner with more wine to come and a smoke ring coasting into the chandelier; or on a white beach, holding one with fingers still wet from a swim. How bittersweet these punctuations of flame and gesture; but the best were on those mornings when I would have a little something going in the typewriter, the sun bright in the windows, maybe some Berlioz on in the background. I would go into the kitchen for coffee and on the way back to the page, curled in its roller, I would light one up and feel its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee. Then I would be my own locomotive, trailing behind me as I returned to work little puffs of smoke, indicators of progress, signs of industry and thought, the signal that told the nineteenth century it was moving forward. That was the best cigarette, when I would steam into the study full of vaporous hope and stand there, the big headlamp of my face pointed down at all the words in parallel lines. less
Added: Feb 26, 07
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| |  | Hunger by Billy Collins
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Hunger - The fox you lug over your shoulder in a dark sack has cut a hole with a knife and escaped. The sun lightens, makes you think you are stronger more...as you walk back to your small cottage through a forest that covers the world. less
Added: Feb 26, 07
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|  | Budapest by Billi Collins
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The Poem - My pen moves along the page like the snout of a strange animal, shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater. more...I watch it sniffing thepaper ceaselessly, intent as any forager that has nothing on its mind but the grubs and insects that will allow it to live another day. It wants only to be here tomorrow, dressed perhaps in a sleeve of a plaid shirt, nose pressed against the page, writing a few more dutiful lines while I gaze out the window and imagine Budapest, or some other city where I have never been. less
Added: Feb 26, 07
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| |  | Forgetfulness by Billy Collins
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The Poem - The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which more...suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones. Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag, and even now as you memorize the order of the planets, something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps, the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay. Whatever it is you are struggling to remember, it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen. It has floated away down a dark mythological river whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall, well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle. No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. less
Added: Feb 26, 07
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