What's some really profound poetry that changed your life? Pic related

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>Not getting every Zizek reference
What are you doing here pleb?

I unironically like this..

I feel like this is appropriate for Veeky Forums.

To be fair, that's not bad advice. Obviously don't fetishize it.

Serious question; how are you supposed to read poetry?

I can never figure out the proper rhythm and it generally doesn't hit me in any way

I wanna read more Nael

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That makes me really upset for some reason.

honestly genius

>I can never figure out the proper rhythm

Read to the punctuation, not to the end of the line

> that changed your life?

can we kill this dumb sentimentalist meme?

it's not really sentimentalist. certain writers inspire, they breath life into your own work. other writers make you desperately aware of your own shortcomings. to a writer these events are vertiginous.

I honestly like rupi now

To be fair, parodies of Rupi Kaur are pretty indistinguishable from the real thing.

Wow, subtle. It's almost like the poet sees himself as the cat, or something. Maybe I need to read it again.

At this point I could be the resident Radnóti poster. His style influenced me to try my hand at poetry after years of being a strictly prosefag, and his very specific kind of melancholy resonates with me the most out of any poetry.

He's pretty shit in translation and AFAIK you'll mostly find the poems he wrote during WW2, and those are a whole lot different from his earlier poems.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

Was Larkin, dare I say it, /ourguy/ ?

I met a cute girl the other week who told me how much she hates Rupi Kaur. She messaged me a few days after for some chit chat and I kind of ignored her because I was dating another girl at the time. Last time I saw her she was in a club dancing with some guy. Fuck me, I guess.

/blog

this is actually a critique on hyper-consumerist culture and the commodification of sentimentality the fact that this piece is akin to advertisement taglines and the affront objectively stupid layout places its faith on the consumerist drowned in interpassivity so bottomline : you all just got nae' nae'd

youtube.com/watch?v=hTHlJT8VCns

>tfw some six-year-old is more genius and /lit than Rupi Kar

To be fair, you have to have a pretty high follower count to appreciate the subtle nuance of Rupi Kuar

Be bold! That’s one way
Of getting through life.
So I turn upon her
And point out that,
Faced with the wickedness
Of things, she does not shiver.
I prefer to have, after all,
Only what pleases me.
Are you so deep in misery
That you think me fallen?
You say I’m lazy; I’m not,
Nor any of my kin-people.
I know how to love those
Who love me, how to hate.
My enemies I overwhelm
With abuse. The ant bites!
The oracle said to me:
‘Return to the city, reconquer.
It is almost in ruins.
With your spear give it glory.
Reign with absolute power,
The admiration of men.
After this long voyage,
Return to us from Gortyne.’
Pasture, fish, nor vulture
Were you, and I, returned,
Seek an honest woman
Ready to be a good wife.
I would hold your hand,
Would be near you, would have run
All the way to your house.
I cannot. The ship went down,
And all my wealth with it.
The salvagers have no hope.
You whom the soldiers beat,
You who are all but dead,
How the gods love you!
And I, alone in the dark,
I was promised the light.
-Archilochus

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.

Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.

Surely the poet laureate of /b/.

>they’re singing a song in their rocket
Nael=TommyP confirmed

>and so on and so on
okay you got me

I had a professor of Ancient Greek literature in high school which ALWAYS asked during interrogations what anti-contraceptive method Archilocus described/used in one of his poems (it was coitus interruptus or masturbation I don’t remember)

This one's actually kinda good. Not a very good fake because of it, though.

Larkin was not autistic, but he was pretty racist and a casual woman hater. Also, mediocre writer at best. So yeah, he's almost your guy.

>the other week
>i was dating another girl at the time
>at the time
lmao, chuckling at your cuck'lding

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>asked during interrogations

huh?

Oral exams.

Kek sorry my Italian is showing

Thanks