More Poetry
Jul. 22nd, 2003 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgalI'm in an odd poetry mood right now... I can't write it to save my life, but it's interesting to read. (My favorites are Yeats, Burns and Byron... yeah, my comfort zone is in other time periods LOL) After sifting through my Yeats book... I started thinking about how bloody wonderful the internet is- allowing people to post their works so easily- makes us all sort of equals, you know? Which made me think of Thewlis' poetry- I love when actors work on their own websites and put their own creations up on them(Like Sir Ian and Wil Wheaton do... ok... weird to name them together in the same sentence...LOL)- it's fascinating to get inside other people's heads, let alone famous people's!
Thought I'd share a link to one of Viggo Mortenson's poems- someone did a fanvid-slideshow to it. It's Viggo/Orlando slash done to Viggo's reading. Apparently he wrote two different versions (one using he and one using she). I think (from my reading both) that I like the flow of this one better. Maybe I'm just biased because I've heard his voice with this one *G*
Anyway... it's a great slideshow- not mine, mind, but I thought I would share:
http://archive.nu/bunniqula/vids/vmobhand.ram or http://archive.nu/bunniqula/vids/vmobhand_wmv.zip
"Hands"
He sat down across from me and said he was in love,
That he just wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
That he didn't want to judge the feeling,
Compare it to other times with other partners,
All that did was rob you of time better spent in those new arms, he said.
There wasn't anything for me to say,
I listened and imagined the memorable summer he was having,
Felt how easily his breathing came.
He seemed stronger than I remembered.
It was pleasant to be with him.
I was left staring out the plate glass at the lushness of the willow,
Long after he'd hurried home to her.
I forgot about my work, my family, the weather -
everything,
I almost forgot to pay the check.
Walking slowly across the park,
In no hurry to get back to the office,
I couldn't think of anything except his hands.
"Lunch"
She told me she was in love,
And that she just wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
That she didn't want to judge the feeling,
Compare it to other times with other partners,
There was nothing gained from analyzing, she said -
All it did was rob you of time better spent in those new arms.
There wasn't anything for me to say.
I listened and imagined the memorable summer she was having.
Sitting across from her, I could feel how easily her breathing came.
She seemed stronger than I remembered.
It was pleasant to be with her.
I forgot about my work, my family, the weather -
everything.
I almost forgot to pay the check.
Suddenly, she was kissing me on the cheek and hurrying home to him,
Leaving me staring out the plate glass at the lushness of a willow.
After finishing my coffee, I walked slowly across the park,
In no hurry to get back to the office.
http://www.viggophile.com/poetry.html
Communion is also a good one, though everyone's read it for its Orlando connotations already too LOL And Second Opinion always makes me cry
Thought I'd share a link to one of Viggo Mortenson's poems- someone did a fanvid-slideshow to it. It's Viggo/Orlando slash done to Viggo's reading. Apparently he wrote two different versions (one using he and one using she). I think (from my reading both) that I like the flow of this one better. Maybe I'm just biased because I've heard his voice with this one *G*
Anyway... it's a great slideshow- not mine, mind, but I thought I would share:
http://archive.nu/bunniqula/vids/vmobhand.ram or http://archive.nu/bunniqula/vids/vmobhand_wmv.zip
"Hands"
He sat down across from me and said he was in love,
That he just wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
That he didn't want to judge the feeling,
Compare it to other times with other partners,
All that did was rob you of time better spent in those new arms, he said.
There wasn't anything for me to say,
I listened and imagined the memorable summer he was having,
Felt how easily his breathing came.
He seemed stronger than I remembered.
It was pleasant to be with him.
I was left staring out the plate glass at the lushness of the willow,
Long after he'd hurried home to her.
I forgot about my work, my family, the weather -
everything,
I almost forgot to pay the check.
Walking slowly across the park,
In no hurry to get back to the office,
I couldn't think of anything except his hands.
"Lunch"
She told me she was in love,
And that she just wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
That she didn't want to judge the feeling,
Compare it to other times with other partners,
There was nothing gained from analyzing, she said -
All it did was rob you of time better spent in those new arms.
There wasn't anything for me to say.
I listened and imagined the memorable summer she was having.
Sitting across from her, I could feel how easily her breathing came.
She seemed stronger than I remembered.
It was pleasant to be with her.
I forgot about my work, my family, the weather -
everything.
I almost forgot to pay the check.
Suddenly, she was kissing me on the cheek and hurrying home to him,
Leaving me staring out the plate glass at the lushness of a willow.
After finishing my coffee, I walked slowly across the park,
In no hurry to get back to the office.
http://www.viggophile.com/poetry.html
Communion is also a good one, though everyone's read it for its Orlando connotations already too LOL And Second Opinion always makes me cry
