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carloskaplan · 6 months ago
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W.H. Auden, Stephen Spender e Christopher Isherwood de vacacións no Mar do Norte (1931)
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geopsych · 1 year ago
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In one section of the canal path you walk with trees on both sides and with sunlight pouring between and through the leaves it made me think of the beginning of a favorite poem by Stephen Spender:
“I think continually of those who were truly great, / Who from the womb remembered the soul’s history / Through corridors of light where the hours are suns / Endless and singing.”
I felt like I was walking through a corridor of light, in time away from the world. I wish you could walk there.
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davidhudson · 4 months ago
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T. S. Eliot, September 26, 1888 – January 4, 1965.
Mark Gerson, The Faber Poets, 1960: Louis MacNeice, Ted Hughes, T. S. Eliot, W. H. Auden, and Stephen Spender.
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llovelymoonn · 1 year ago
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favourite poems of october
alfred starr a dark dreambox of another kind: the poems of alfred starr: "didn't you ever search for another star?
stephen spender new collected poems: "auden's funeral"
marianne boruch keats is coughing
noa micaela fields zoeglossia: poem of the week, may 17, 2021: "echolalia"
kevin young diptych
richard siken real estate
crisosto apache kúghą/home
mikko harvey for m
nathan hoks nests in air: "the barbed wire nest"
john a. holmes noon waking
crisosto apache 37 common characterisi(x)s of a displaced indian with a learning disability
oliver de la paz requiem for the orchard: "at the time of my birth"
zhang xun jiangnan song (tr. bijaan noormohamed)
paul violi fracas: "extenuating circumstances"
tianru wang after "yellow crane tower"
lloyd schwartz cairo traffic: "nostalgia (the lake at night)"
kamiko han the narrow road to the interior: "the orient"
rigoberto gonzalez unpeopled eden: "unpeopled eden"
adelaide crapsey verse: "to the dead in the graveyard underneath my window"
chester kallman night music
alan shapiro covenant: "covenant"
tom clark light and shade: new and selected poems: "radio"
tc tolbert my melissa,
charlie smith in praise of regret
carolyn kizer cool, calm, and collected: poems 1960-2000: "fanny"
julie sheehan orient point: "hate poem"
arthur sze the redshifting web: poems 1970-1998: "streamers"
joumana altallal everything here...in the voice of tara fares
abid b al-abras last simile
w.s. merwin to lingering regrets
george scarbrough music
shout me a coffee
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eyeoftheheart · 1 year ago
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Remember that you are born of the Sun and feel the fire in your heart’s centre.
The Truly Great BY STEPHEN SPENDER
I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire, Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song. And who hoarded from the Spring branches The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious, is never to forget The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth. Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light Nor its grave evening demand for love. Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted by the waving grass And by the streamers of white cloud And whispers of wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
Stephen Spender, “The Truly Great” from Collected Poems 1928-1953
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crosstheveil · 1 year ago
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I think continually of those who were truly great - The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
'Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, And left the vivid air signed with their honor.
― Stephen Spender
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ancienttragedies · 2 years ago
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Stephen Spender - XXIV
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nerds-yearbook · 2 years ago
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In 1989, a group of High School seniors went to celebrate their graduation in Column National Forest in Northwest Oregon. Some believed they had an alien visitation. What was known for sure was they were deeply affected, especially Billy Miles who went into a coma, Ray Soams who was admitted to a mental hospital for schizophrenia and claimed to kill some of his classmates, and Peggy O’Dell who became paralyzed. Over the next several years, it was noticed that there were strange marks on their bodies and one by one they died mysteriously until by 1992 only Billy Miles was left, who mysteriously came out of his coma and no longer had the strange marks on his body. ("Pilot", X-Files, TV)
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theimportanceofbeingaloof · 2 months ago
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first and last time in aux pres
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The poem is from Poesía masculina (La Bella Varsovia 2021). Support the poet & buy a copy.
My translation was commended in the 2024 Stephen Spender prize. Thank you to the judges Jennifer Wong & Taher Adeland.
Thank you also to Luna Miguel for permission to publish my translation, & for the deep well of inspiration that her interplay of genders brings to poetry.
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martyncrucefix · 3 months ago
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Two Poems by the late Jürgen Becker
The sad news that Jürgen Becker (1932-2024) died recently at the age of 92 was particularly poignant as I have been translating his work for the past 3 years. I first read about his poetry in an essay I was translating by Lutz Seiler (published in In Case of Loss (And Other Stories, 2024)). There, Seiler characterises Becker’s work as ‘a process that integrate[s] both immediate and more distant…
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petaltexturedskies · 21 days ago
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Stephen Spender, describing Virginia Woolf
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geopsych · 1 year ago
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I Think Continually
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
—Stephen Spender
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davidhudson · 2 years ago
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Stephen Spender, February 28, 1909 – July 16, 1995.
1955 photo by Herbert List.
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Rough Outline List of People(ish) inside the Paranatural ‘Masquerade’:
Richard Spender’s father, mayor of Mayview, snack for Davy Jones
Richard Spender, Mayview middle school teacher, Consortium member
Penny Spender, Spender’s sister, apprentice to Mr. Garcia, secret swiper of Dr. Zarei’s lantern
Maxwell Puckett, protag, spectral, son of June Puckett, has a spirit that may be the lost piece of an ancient powerful fractured spirit in Mr. Spender, also possessed
June Puckett, Max’s mother, former Consortium Agent
Dr. Zarei, old friend of Spender, previous member of Consortium
Mr. Garcia, partner to Spender, werewolf, apprentice of Cody’s mom
Mrs. Jones, former Cousinhood member, Cody’s mom, Davy Jones’ wife, werewolf
Davy Jones, vampire overlord, father to Cody, resident business mogul, owner of Mayview Academy, President of Razor Rex’s cult, PTA (Phantom Threat Authority), doctor of local hospital, and police chief
PJ (P__ Jones?)- Ghost, friend of Max, theorized old son of Davy
‘Lefty’, ghost hand, theorized left hand of Davy Jones, severed by his own sword???
Cody Jones, half-vampire, son of Davy Jones
Isabel Guerra, spectral, Paranatural Activity Club member, daughter of Angel Guerra, granddaughter to Master Guerra
Master Guerra, ghost, mentor spectral-teacher of own ‘faction’
Angel Guerra, father of Isabel, mentor to Penny Spender, has own spirit ‘faction’
Valeria Day, Consortium agent, former apprentice of June Puckett
Agent Walker, Consortium Agent
Boss Leader, actually a still-intelligent Wight
Ms. Rose Baxter, Phantom Threat Authority member
Ed Burger, spectral, child of the Burger parents who disappeared into a dream realm (??), Paranatural Activity Club member
The Doctors Burgers
Isaac, spectral, Paranatural Activity Club member
Coach Oop, Phantom Threat Authority member
Dimitri, former Paranatural Activity Club member, possessed
Fauxbia , the Fear Witch, Vice Principal of Mayview Middle School
Gage, local vampire thralled under Davy Jones
Paige, local vampire thralled under Davy Jones
Youth Culture, local vampire thralled under Davy Jones
Police department members under Davy Jones’ thrall (chief of police as well)
Ritz Price-Lee, local rich academy student, vampire-thralled by Gage and crew
Sophie Sibyl, local mystic shop owner, double agent in Phantom Threat Authority
Isabel’s grandfather’s dojo
Agent Savage, Consortium double-crosser for allyship with the Phantom Threat Authority (for money), member of band Max and R.J. saw
Agent Scabs
Agent Popova
Agent Pasha
Agent Stix
Agent Stucks
Other Consortium members
Lisa(???), friend of Isabel, secret school ‘bar’ owner and information barterer - Definitely has powers and inside knowledge but we dont know WHO she’s connected to here
Amy Chen, Isabel’s mother, daughter of Master Guerra
Captain Hattie Henchman, mother of Stephen, part of Davy's police force, and acts as security at the Phantom Threat Authority meetings
People on Edge of the Masquerade:
Alex, about to be possessed by an alien-looking spirit OR actual alien(???)
Johnny Jhonny, possessed by Forge, see below
Ollie Oop, resident bully and friend of Johnny, son of cult member Coach Oop, saw the Paranatural Activity Club members flying in Ghost Train
Stephen Henchman, Johnny's bully friend, son of police officer Captain Henchman, part of Davy's police force, also saw the Activity Club float
People Outside the Masquerade (???):
Mr. & Mrs. Starchman (??)
Violet, friend of Lisa and Cody
Peter Puckett (??), Max’s dad
Zoey Puckett, Max’s sister
Isaac’s anime-looking parents????
R.J., resident bully and friend of Johnny
Suzy, Journalism Club lead, friend of Dimitri, has confused crush on Isabel
Collin, Suzy’s friend
Jeff, despite being piloted by artificial spirit Hijack, friend of Cody
Shred Eagle (???)
Damian & Sam, younger siblings of Agent Day
Principal Pleezedoo
Student Council (?)
DJ Mothman
Professor Bigfoot (?)
Lavish Price-Lee, ex-wife of DJ Mothman
Nicole Spender (??)
yes, rick. indeed. fucking. why?
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89rooms · 10 months ago
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I have lost myself in the sea many times with my ear full of freshly cut flowers, with my tongue full of love and agony.
Federico García Lorca - ‘Gacela De La Huida’. Translation Stephen Spender and J. L. Gili.
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canadiandogteeth · 3 months ago
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The Pylons ~ Stephen Spender  
The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages Of that stone made, And crumbling roads That turned on sudden hidden villages
Now over these small hills, they have built the concrete That trails black wire Pylons, those pillars Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret.
The valley with its gilt and evening look And the green chestnut Of customary root, Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook.
But far above and far as sight endures Like whips of anger With lightning's danger There runs the quick perspective of the future.
This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek So tall with prophecy Dreaming of cities Where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck.
Photo & Audio clip ~ @canadiandogteeth
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