Elliot Smith Fans? (1 Viewer)

[classic seanc]

just concentrating on the Irish poets for the LC created more problems than it solved. The questions tended to be more difficult. Best sticking with the likes of Hardy, Dickinson etc.

I didn't answer any Yeats questions. Don't know who I answered questions for the first leaving, I hated Kavanagh too. But Heaney was on the syllabus when I repeated so that was grand.

 

[Bellatrix]

Oh jesus christ.
Right now I just love thumped so much.

So... there was this fucking statue of the prick in Sandymount Green, and it was all "[SIZE=-1]Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!".
Like, its not even grammatically correct. I thought maybe he didn't like horses, and I asked my old man about it all the time, and he had little enough notion what it was about.
But every time, it was there, looking at me. I would try and hurry past and not notice it.

But I knew it was there...not making any sense... fucking with me. AHHH EVERYONE'S GOING TO DIE.

AND I'M ONLY FUCKING 9.
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You > Yeats.

 

[billygannon]

Elliot Shit!!!! hahaha

Smelliot Shit!

 

[c0De_n1NjA]

Smelliot Shit!

too soon man.

 

[billygannon]

Oh jesus christ.
Right now I just love thumped so much.

Where were you in 2001???? I was sitting right beside you in the college labs looking at this.

Yeats wrote a poem about you. It's called "McMenamin the Prick".

It goes like this:

He had red hair
And he is a prick
He rides bicycles
And he is a prick
He likes to fondle boys
And he is a prick
He's sound once you get to know him
And he is a prick

 

[Mitchum]

Man on internet says Nobel Prize-winning poet is 'shit'.

 

[Mormon Nailer]

Our English teacher played us a record of Yeats reciting one of own poems. I believe it was sailing to Byzantium or one of the other really stupid ones. The lad read it in such a pretentious way with mAAAsive elongAAATion of the vowels and a very deep, sOmbre tone.

Prick

Yeah the cunt really fancied himself allright.
Useless.

Do you know on his honeymoon he was bored so he got his wife to try and do some antomatic writing.

Noting some Yeats up more for me- pricking around with the occult when he should have been well you know....
How could you believe love poetry from a man who was bored on his honeymeen?

Arsehole.
Pretentious preening snobby little poseur

 

[Mormon Nailer]

Man on internet says Nobel Prize-winning poet is 'shit'.

Tindersticks fan likes dour poetry shocker!

 

[classic seanc]

Man on internet says Nobel Prize-winning poet is 'shit'.

chill out it's friday

 

[Mormon Nailer]

Heres fucking poetry - Not a horseman in sight neither:

I Knew a Woman
By Theodore Roethke


I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).


How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).


Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).


Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

 

[c0De_n1NjA]

everybody just chillax for a minute

 

[Mormon Nailer]

We're too busy kicking the shit out of a national sacred cow

 

[Mitchum]

I'm not particularly keen on William Butler Yeats' poetry myself. Pip Larkin's more my man. Happy-go-lucky fella.

Literary criticism is one thing but comments like Yeats is a 'pretentious preening snobby little poseur' are crude and unthinking.
The literary arts are already dangling by a thread...and it's not as though the invitation to slag 'classics' is a new freedom...it's been done since the 1960s. The cathartic or 'liberating' aspect is long ago spent...all that remains is the nastiness of it.

What do you want from Yeats or Shakespeare?
A shampoo bottle with the words 'HOT BABES' written on it?

 

[flashback]

Where were you in 2001???? I was sitting right beside you in the college labs looking at this.

Working Gannon. Working. And picking fights with that middle aged demonstrator cunt.

Here. I didn't have red hair in 2001 did I? No idea what that was all about. Probably to do with luring foreign chix into the gaff. Like that Swedish chick Phil fancied.

I will critically evaluate your poem later.

 

[classic seanc]

Elliott Versus W.B

Who'd win in a fight?

 

[classic seanc]

Alright, right now, I have no idea what's going on.

 

[ratmonkey]

Elliott Versus W.B

Who'd win in a fight?

T.S. Eliot, obviously.

 

[Mitchum]

HOT BABES!

 

[classic seanc]

Jazz beans, it's friday!

 

[flashback]

Elliott Versus W.B

Who'd win in a fight?

I would imagine Elliot has some wiry strength to him.
The match up I always wanted to see though was Michael Collins beating seven shades of scuttery shite out of him for putting the moves in on his mot.

See how much your Greek and Roman classics help you when you're coughing up blood bubbles and teeth, Willy boy.