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Poetry Art
The early-night entertainment that
usually, singers were partly
dedicated to culture
we're told all poets appearing were
know and often read poetry in clubs
(perhaps not in working men's)
the stage was beautifully decorated
with shifting light according to the
drama unfolding
the panel judging their effort were
dressed for the occasion, the public
looked solemn this, was serious
the young men who appeared were
dressed in white suits and white ties
they all had a massive amount of
curly hair.
When they read, modulated voices
trained to read, I wondered if acting
and poetry are the same métier.
the poems were about love, suffering
angst, and grief.
The applause was polite, clapping too
loud, in this case, it was not good, culture and the public relaxed
three young men (20) in the inception
of their life circles could not be possible
feel the words they spoke, ok, but this
was poetry suitable for cultural
pretenders in plus salons with tea
once upon a time in Norway, I was
reading poetry in public, but as soon
as got up to read, faces folded into
the mien "we are listening to culture."
behind the land
the forest sing
no one can hear
when a tree falls
The early-night entertainment that
usually, singers were partly
dedicated to culture
we're told all poets appearing were
know and often read poetry in clubs
(perhaps not in working men's)
the stage was beautifully decorated
with shifting light according to the
drama unfolding
the panel judging their effort were
dressed for the occasion, the public
looked solemn this, was serious
the young men who appeared were
dressed in white suits and white ties
they all had a massive amount of
curly hair.
When they read, modulated voices
trained to read, I wondered if acting
and poetry are the same métier.
the poems were about love, suffering
angst, and grief.
The applause was polite, clapping too
loud, in this case, it was not good, culture and the public relaxed
three young men (20) in the inception
of their life circles could not be possible
feel the words they spoke, ok, but this
was poetry suitable for cultural
pretenders in plus salons with tea
once upon a time in Norway, I was
reading poetry in public, but as soon
as got up to read, faces folded into
the mien "we are listening to culture."
behind the land
the forest sing
no one can hear
when a tree falls
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