Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
May 31, 2012

You tell me that I’m angry
It’s really not my fault
The world conspires against me
It’s not about to halt
You tell me that my anger
Won’t do me any good
Tell that to those people
Who aren’t acting like they should
You say I should be thankful
For everything I’ve got
Then I couldn’t complain about
The things that I have not
You say I am not helping
By being pessimistic
But nature gave me eyes
And it made me realistic
You tell me that I shouldn’t
See myself as God
A person needs a mentor
Why’s my choice so odd?
You say, “Get out and mingle
You’re a person, not a stone”
From what I’ve seen of people
I’m better off alone
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:antisocial, avoidant, comedy, egotism, Humor, humorous poetry, I am a rock, kids, misanthropy, narcissism, no man is an island, personality disorders, Poetry, self-centered
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April 27, 2012

Here’s something I wrote a few years ago in graduate school for Professor Kaplan:
Application #2
Langston Hughes’s poem Harlem complies with Cleanth Brooks’s assessment of modern poetic technique as “full commitment to metaphor.” The poem consists of six cogent metaphors steeped together to create an elixir incomparable to the flavor of any one of these images standing alone. A raisin, an oozing sore, rancid meat, a sugary crust, a sagging load and an explosion are, by themselves, images which either assault or delight the senses. Hughes’s alchemy blends the first four contradictory metaphors, then offers a lull in the image of a sagging load before suggesting the possibility of an explosion.
The splattering of metaphors in Harlem qualifies as irony according to Brooks’s loose definition: “The obvious warping of a statement by context.”
The tension, or “pressure of context,” resulting from the incongruity of the metaphors in Harlem is resolved through the prospect of obliteration (explosion) of the entire batch of metaphors. This final loud, bright, apocalyptic eruption, so inconsistent with the lazy, passive images which precede it, relieves tension by hinting at annihilation.
The liquid quality of the poem’s first four metaphors reveal the fluid quality of human emotions. They also contain three food images and two carnal references, suggesting that the fulfillment of our dreams is a need just as basic and primal as the appetite for food.
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Carola Kaplan, Cleanth Brooks\, Dream Deferred, Harlem, Langston Hughes, literary criticism, Metaphor, Poetry
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March 23, 2012

Sam thinks
ten drinks
will clean
his spleen
rebuke
and puke
such thoughts
have brought
Bart buys
new tie
with cash
from Nash
gets job
from Bob
repays
next day
Meg mopes
no hope
her guts
erupt
since Ted
switched bed
time flows
pain grows
life hard
says bard
thought makes
hearts break
breathe, cry
soon die
rejoice
in choice
Richard W. Bray
Tags:Existentialism, pain, Poetry, time never did assuage
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February 25, 2012

naggin little
melancholy
nibblin at my day
left a hole
that slit my soul
and drained my
hope away
heaven knows
joy comes and goes
who could tell me why?
heaven knows
the river flows
and sometimes
it ebbs dry
day by day
waves slap shore
earth spins round the sun
fill your cup
when joy erupts
soon it will
be gone
Richard W. Bray
Tags:cycle, depression, joy, melancholy, moods, Poetry, streams
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December 17, 2011

Thinking v. Feeling
Poet said We think by feeling
A thought that echoes Hume
No logic-minded being
Would genuflect at tombs
We feel therefore we think
Is what they’re finding out
This unappealing link
Is Descartes turned inside out
With a touch of intervention
From our modern frontal lobe
My breed maintains ascension
On our lovely little globe
Toughest on the block
With more appetite than smarts
Condemned to rule this rock
For the cravings of the heart
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:David Hume, feelings, frontal lobe, neurology, Poetry, Rene Descartes, the Waking, Theodore Roethke, thinking
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November 6, 2011

Lies
The sky is green
The sea is pink
Babies don’t cry
And shit don’t stink
Money is sacred
People are not
What’s important
Is what you got
War is good
Bombs are smart
Might makes right
Killing is art
Anarchy is freedom
Lies are true
God loves us
More’n He loves you
Theft is liberation
Democracy, sublime
Self-defense is terror
Resistance is a crime
The sky is green
The sea is pink
Babies don’t cry
And shit don’t stink
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:lies, Poetry
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October 22, 2011

A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
Devoid
I’ve studied all one needs to know ‘bout every little thing
I’ve scoured the biographies of philosophes and kings
I’ve meditated countless hours on all that I have learned
And I’ve concluded modestly that clearly I have earned
The right to state objectively that all I would proclaim
Is exactly what should be, and wouldn’t it be a shame
If Lilliputian intellects and putrid second-raters
Or lily-livered losers and unmanly imitators
Would dare to think that they possess grit and gut and gall
To interrupt my project for the benefit of all?
Undermined by cowards and their miniscule bereavements
Who could not comprehend the scope of my achievement
Like pesky little gnats, they hindered my attention
Allowing mediocrities to cancel my ascension
These trifling mental midgets who dared to halt my plans
Don’t deserve to share the planet with a real fighting man
They can analyze the metrics until the end of time
And never comprehend the dimensions of their crime
When assessing this fiasco, please do not involve me
For I have every confidence that history will absolve me
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:a face devoid of love or grace, arrogance, egomania, Emily Dickinson, Poetry, power
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September 24, 2011

Exceptionalism
Time for you to move
We vanquish all we see
It’s written and it’s manifest
None thwart our destiny
Only fools oppose us
We’ll squash you all like bugs
Those who won’t stand with us
Are the real thugs
Our creed is tried and tested
Our cause is pure and just
We aren’t doing what we should
We do the things we must
We never say we’re sorry
That would make us weak
We know that God is with us
Mighty Glory we shall seek
We’re right because we’re righteous
That makes us good and true
We needn’t bother listening
To anyone like you
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:American Exceptionalism, arrogance, exceptionalism, humility, patriotism, Poetry, War
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August 13, 2011

Yes and No
Paradox and irony perplex the mind of man
The latter happens when we seek a god who has a plan
And the former is the find of all who hope to understand
Our limited perceptions and our overactive brains
Leave us ill-equipped, yet so hungry to explain
It’s a wonder every one of us hasn’t gone insane
Our vices and our virtues correspond, you see
And the rightness of an action depends upon degree
When is cowardice mere prudence? Buddy, you tell me
Auden heard a Whisper, declaring it was sad
But vanities and envies were really all we had
And love was an illusion, or just a silly fad
Like so many questions that might occur to you
One could spend a lifetime trying to pursue
All the implications of whether this were true?
Years of contemplation that you could undergo
Ruminating endlessly until it’s time to go
Is folly for the answer is simply “yes and no”
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Irony, limestone, paradox, Poetry, W.H. Auden
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