A good writer, and one who writes with care, often finds that the expression he's spent a long time hunting for without finding it, and which he finds at last, turns out to be the simplest and most natural one, which looks as if it ought to have occured to him at the beginning, without any effort. -Jean de la Bruyere 1645-96

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment. - CarlSandburg 1876-1967

Painting is silent poetry, poetry is eloquent painting -Simonides c.556-468BC: Plutarch Moralia

NAN GOLDIN- THE SKY ON THE TWILIGHT OF PHILIPPINE'S SUICIDE, WINTERTHUR, SWITZERLAND

Caspar David Friedrich- Landscape

Recurring theme- Beat Generation

http://ronsilliman.blogspot.ca/2014/01/many-allen-ginsbergs-only-middle-row-is.html

This article mentions a few  films such as kill Your Darlings, On the Road, The line has shattered and how theyhave done a poor job rein acting the beat generation time period. The films looked fine cinematically, performances were mediocre but were missing the main message, cutting out important issues that were taking place. Film directors are continuing to make movies around this time period but are focused on making a pretty film and portraying important poets, figures inaccurately. Three of the films fail to introduce the sexual politics occurring in that time period. In conclusion these films portrayals on the beat generation are movies for people who never/ little knowledge of whats going on. Covers bits and pieces but for people who are educated and have understanding of those times will find it limited flawed and offer criticism. 

Sillman's Blog- Conceptual Poetics

Sillman's Blog

Christian Bok's work with Dna

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2011/04/the-xenotext-works/?woo

I think It's quite extrodinary that Christian is embedding poetry into dna. 

 I have never heard of Christian Bok before, intrigues me that he is doing 

something that is very different, outside of the box thinking. Having 

 trouble understanding him (wasn't concise), what I picked up from him was how diverse, 

possibilities and evolution of poetry.  I find this project interesting, impressed 

with his work, makes you question that humans are poetic beings. I like how

 the dna reacted to a certain poem, creating abstract shapes and patterns in his video.

 Lastly what caught my attention was that poetry can be preserved through dna which

 to me makes it timeless. Thinking about how people keep records in books, electronic 

devices, all of that could be wiped out by floods, technology crashing, in dna that issomething to think about. By preserving poems in dna they can last forever. 

Bob Dylan- Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Robert Frost- Soldiers

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an
arc. They fall, they rip the grass, they
intersect The curve of earth, and striking,
break their own; They make us cringe for
metal-point on stone. But this we know,
the obstacle that checked And tripped the
body, shot the spirit on Further than target
ever showed or shone.

http://www.greynotgrey.com/blog/2012/05/15/jeff-wall-dead-troops-talk/

The Cure- A forest & interpretation of song lyrics

Interpretation: 

When I listen to this song, makes me think of a sensitive man who is prey to a woman. She see's his character as weak challenges/ takes advantage of him. He is trying to search, find out, decode if she truly likes him. The metaphor's are describing the girl in the shadows of the forest as her act of stringing him along. The man who's in love with her, is deeply attracted. She doesn't feel the same attraction however she is aware of how vulnerable he is for her affection. Toys with his emotions for fun, plays games, not considering how hurt and confused it will cause him. The man is still falling for her, believing there is a chance that she will change (I hear her voice and start to run). Confused, mixed up, tangled inside, feels like he's lost in a pitch black forest. When he sees her attempts to lure him in he avoids it at all cost (run into the trees). The woman sends out mixed signals by complimenting him, flirting despite knowing she doesn't mean it (I hear her her voice calling my name). He comes to a conclusion that she can't be honest, show true feelings, immature, suffering from insecurities. Wishes he could abandon, not have tortured himself lusting for her. (Suddenly I stop, but I know it's to late, I'm lost in a forest). After his lust vanishes, she no longer appears in his head. He no longer cares for her, so she is no longer visible. (the girl was never there). Also reveals that these type of women are drawn to treating him like that (The girl was never there, it's always the same).

The Smiths- suffer little children

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said : "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :

"Oh, find me...find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

Ian curtis Disorder song lyrics with song

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,

Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?

These sensations barely interest me for another day,

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand,

On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land,

Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now,

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again,

I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from you friends,

Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now,

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,

Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling.

Here is a link to the song below,  I find this song very poetic and interesting, actually one of my favourite songs he wrote. Ian in my opinion is a great poet, misunderstood and unappreciated at the time. His music is timeless and different than any music I have listened too. Ian speaks a lot about life and creates a beautiful narrative in his music from nothing. That is what great artist do, being tired of the same mundane struggle and poverty turned it into a work of art. Anyways give this a listen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhCLalLXHP4