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Post by Spiral Sun on Jun 21, 2006 4:23:22 GMT -5
XD So you hug a lot and point at people? Or just Shal does the finger-pointy thing? That last poem you've quoted the title of is interesting. Did the author mean that good things come from lemurs so ignore superstitions which say otherwise? The natives seem to think "The Lemur, From Whom All Bad Things Come".
I've got a book with loads of info on Unicorns, it's got some pretty human and unicorn pictures I really adore. I envy you being able to find lemur stuff .... o.O But Lemur poems? That's cool... yet really odd.
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Post by |3200k1 on Jun 21, 2006 14:18:05 GMT -5
I know there ar coyote poems...I LOVED this oyote poem in native-american picture book I used to have..*can't remember*....*goes to google maned wolf poetry* Nothing.
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Post by boo on Jun 21, 2006 14:29:15 GMT -5
That's interesting. The finger thing is the same I heard about aye-ayes before. They are killed by natives, because they think they'll die if the aye-aye points on them with its elongated middle-finger. I didn't know it was the same for ringtailed lemurs. I didn't find a poem on sable antelopes and the hanuman lagur one -right at the top- I found (minus the indian stories) is kind of creepy, but I really like it. I read the coyote poem/story in which the coyote stole the fire to help the indians. Do you mean that one, Brooke? It's facinating, especially since it's nearly the same as the greek Prometheus stories.
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Post by |3200k1 on Jun 21, 2006 14:32:22 GMT -5
No. :-\ It was...I relaly don't remember. But it had a line in it that was about a coyote's howl and it was all onomaopeaia (sp) like,but very native-y. Bah. *is annoied at not knowing what it was* Oh-po-Pei was the book...or somethign like that...
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Post by boo on Jun 21, 2006 14:35:25 GMT -5
Never heard of it, but onomatopeias are one of my favourite stylistic devices. (that sounds a lot more geeky than intended) If you find it again, can you post it? Oh, Mair, have you read that article? XD
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Post by Spiral Sun on Jun 22, 2006 2:41:33 GMT -5
o.o Queen. Me?
Mai... I think you'd be scary as an enemy. I'm not quite sure why. I suppose from my point of view you're very literate and intelligent so for anyone to cross you then you'd be intelligent about the way you take them on. Rather than just doing something stupid like abusing them or going around spreading rumours about them having intimate relations with their uncle or something pointless like that.
XD The more I learn about lemurs the more and more I can see them like you. Not that I don't already see them fitting, but they fit you like a stripy glove.
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Post by emily on Oct 17, 2006 16:07:37 GMT -5
That is really cool, Mairead. Though I wouldn't say that guy is insane, he's kind of just me. I can generally be counted on for really obscure factoids on musk deer, whether welcome or otherwise. ;) The hugging and finger pointing is really cool, though, lemurs are awesome. Also awesome: you will not believe it, because I almost didn't (and I verified, he's actually talking about musk deer, not some other species): The musk is within the deerby: Dariya (1634 - 1780) The musk is within the deer, But he searches for it outside in the grass instead of searching within himself. He runs back and forth, Wondering where the fragrance comes from. The fragrance is nearby, But he knows it not.
Caught by delusion, he roams about. So do all people wander in pilgrimages and outer observances. If you wish to obtain your own true Home, Then find it by looking within yourself and dwell therein.
The true Lord resides within this body, Recognize Him through the manifestation of true love. By churning this body, And by entering within yourself, See the manifestation of true wisdom.As well, in a poem by this eternally suprised-looking sir has the lines: It is the sound from within; It is like the fragrance of the musk. The musk deer hunts over hills and dales looking for something that is within him. The heart is like the musk deer, searching without that which is within. I think the 'finding a home within and dweling there' part is really cool, all this 'looking inside' yourself strikes me as sort of daemonic. :D
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Post by Emma and Jade on Oct 18, 2006 11:51:13 GMT -5
The Tiger By William Blake 1757-1827 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Bengal Tiger Belly Surplus requirement To your insatiable appetite You refused to chew Or savour the taste of me Indifferently I was swallowed whole My affections undigested Unrequited Irretrievable now Buried in the Ganges mud Of your Bengal tiger belly
Simone Inez Harriman (the second one makes me laugh)
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Post by ameliaaaa on Oct 18, 2006 14:49:24 GMT -5
On the subject of poetry; everyone should read In Westminster Abbey by John Betjeman. Google it. It's great
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Post by Cat on Oct 18, 2006 14:58:31 GMT -5
There's a poem called The Black Fox of Salmon River by a guy called Brainard, but I've only ever read it once and I can't remember any of it. ;__; It's about a fox whose black pelt entrances hunters. They chase him all over the place and then he turns into the devil and laughs at them. ...It's cool. XD
And if we're talking about poetry in general, my favourite two are The Bells and The Conqueror Worm, both by Edgar Allan Poe. =D
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