gyokutogirl: It's the Other Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

gyokutogirl (

gyokutogirl) wrote,
@ 2010-02-15 01:36:00

It's the Other Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
The Fourth Annual Bunny System Poetry Contest!
Man, can you believe we're up to four of these now? Whew!

Once again, the Bunnies have got the acting bug and they're ready to bring . . . well, some interpretation of your favorite poems to life! This year, we're not only fielding requests from the LJ, but also from the comments section of the webpage itself, so hopefully there will be a nice selection to chose from! To enter a poem for consideration, just add a comment to this LJ entry with either the poem in the body, or a link to a webpage with the poem on it. The standard rules from previous years still apply:

1) This is a poem that's got to fit into a standard-sized Bunnies cartoon. Your entry can be as long as you like, but the longer it is, the less likely it is I'll choose it. I swear to God, if ONE MORE PERSON submits "Jabberwocky" . . . !

2) If your poem is in a foreign language, please provide either an English translation or a rough abstract. I mean, I'm all for more Pushkin or Han Shan in this thing, but I've got to draw these!

3) It doesn't have to be a world-renowned author, but it cannot be YOUR poem. There are other contests for that!

4) No song lyrics, please.

Ready, setttt . . . . GO!

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Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

extensionofbob
2010-02-15 01:38 pm UTC (link)

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.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

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	kittiethedragon 2010-02-15 07:05 pm UTC (link)
	http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/60749-Sheldon-Allan-Silverstein-The-Perfect-High (Reply to this)

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	Re: One of my best gyokutogirl 2010-02-16 05:45 am UTC (link)
	It is a very touching tribute, but please review Rule #3. If you made it, I am sorry, but I cannot use it. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	sieglein 2010-02-17 12:53 pm UTC (link)
	How doth the little crocodile... poem by Lewis Carroll How doth the little crocodile... How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws! (Reply to this)

Just because I'm a monstrous nerd.

avistel
2010-02-17 11:58 pm UTC (link)

"Very well. Let's have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling, you understand, and in the cybernetic spirit."
"Love and tensor algebra? Have you taken leave of your senses?" Turl began, but stopped, for his electronic bard was already declaiming:

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!

Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
It whispers of a more ergodic zone.

In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space
Let superscripts and subscript go their ways.
Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
We shall encounter, counting, face to face.

I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.

For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,
Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,
Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?

Cancel me not - for what then shall remain?
Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.

Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!
The product of our scalars is defined!
Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
Cuts capers like a happy haversine.

I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,
I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.
Bernoulli would have been content to die,
Had he but known such a squared cos 2 fie!

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	Re: Just because I'm a monstrous nerd. (Anonymous) 2010-02-17 11:59 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, right, it's from Stanislaw Lem's "Cyberiad". (Reply to this) (Parent)

The Thought Fox

frdelrosario
2010-02-18 10:18 am UTC (link)

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.

Ted Hughes

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Short Poems...

shkspr13
2010-02-19 04:14 pm UTC (link)

I have the memory of a goldfish, so I can't remember what-all you've used before, just that I loved the results. So, hopefully, these aren't repeats, 'cause I hate feeling stupid. That said...

From Robert Frost:
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

From the perennial favorite, Emily Dickinson:
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!

...and finally, if you feel like a silly one, you might have some fun with this Gertrude Stein excerpt:
For before let it before to be before spell to be before to be before to have to be to be for before to be tell to be to having held to be to be for before to call to be for to be before to till until to be till before to be for before to be until to be for before to for to be for before will for before to be shall to be to be for to be for to be before still to be will before to be before for to be to be.

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	Re: Short Poems... gyokutogirl 2010-02-20 09:19 am UTC (link)
	Unfortunately, the first poem you selected has already been done! For the very first contest, in fact. However, the last two have not been used yet and therefore are still in the running! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Cool mrmeval 2010-02-20 09:52 pm UTC (link)
	After having carefully read the rules I've posted a link at Publish America and suggested they post each others poems. Enjoy (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Cool gyokutogirl 2010-02-21 10:28 pm UTC (link)
	Hey now, what did I ever do to you? ;) (Reply to this) (Parent)

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