The way that 3 poems somehow intertwine with one another to create a haunting yet unspoken story is insane

That second one was read in my English class back in high school. It was so visceral to read back then that I recognised it almost immediately

Very good.

Talk about trauma😢🌹🌹

My teacher made us watch this in school but it's so beautiful

Incredible

Does anyone know the name of the second song ?

It's not hard to encourage the public to like poetry, it's just we've removed almost everything that's pleasant about poetry. It's no longer really written for the public- it's written for poets. Also, and I say this respectfully, please don't black list me or something, but there does appear to be some invisible, untouchable thing put in place- it's in the hearts and minds of this generation of LIT editors, this thing makes it terribly hard to even put your foot in the door. But a handful seem to be published by several magazines- several times a year- and some (a lot) of these poems are not good. They are boring, avant garde wanna be stuff. I'm sorry, but it's The truth.

I was wanting to enlist in the army after I graduated from HS 2008, my Mom and Dad chewed me out for wanting to. My Dad is a veteran from the Vietnam war, he never talks about it, but he said my mind and heart would be shattered if I was sent out to fight. "You're a good kid, I don't want to end up like me after you come home. Go to college, get your dream job here."

This is very well-made. It was very touching, frightening, and almost... Overwhelming. Thank you for this.

If you haven't met him -- he's a very nice person.

I haven't seen anything so tragic and hard hitting like this in so long, thank you

*chills* So profound. To be "famous" in the most humble, useful way to someone... a most worthy goal.

Very nice! I would like to use your video as a backdrop, for the poem. Dulce et decorum est. How do I contact you?

Thankyou for upload and a true poetry. From this older Canuck viewer.

I see you in a book before

Well said and nothing more need follow, excepting the sound of thinking.🙏🏻

Amazing presentation

I do feel that the stark, austere purity of the poetry is not enhanced this - it only requires a good reader

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Your serving of sentiment are exactly how I felt viewing k. Walker's work at the MCA some years(25) ago! Thanks!

Interesting.

Lovely.

Should poetry exist? If so, whose? What role does the reader play in qualifying the work(s)? What about canon? The gatekeepers? What will AI do to poetry and poetics? If poetry is called poetry, is it poetry for others? Isn't poetry just a product of poetics? Does a static poetics, and thus a static poetry, exist? Whose art? Whose interpretation? Whose world? What function does the context play in the reception of language, the qualification of 'art'? Does art exist? Should it? Why and why not? Is art inevitable? Is miscommunication, exclusion, needed for one thing to be not the other thing? If art is inherently exclusive, what should we exclude? People? Or conventions? Or contexts outside of the now? Please answer these questions...we are trying to find the answer...

I wish the hylnds collection was still available

I know this will reach nobody, but this one really hit me. I grew up hearing how statistically, I was bound for drug use, crime, and/ or suicide. So as a young adult, I accepted the destiny as it was told was set for me. I was reckless and lived every day ready to die… it never came. This poem, I heard my story in a way. I ditched classes, I would stay out late, I would listen to songs and sing of pain, I lived every day ready to die soon. Wild how this poem is presented with a very specific subject, yet can be applied to many others who had parallel experiences.

Lovely!

It's okay It's okay Is so exotic🩷❤️🫂

The eye of an owl was creepy but good

You should review fragrances with an artist viewpoint.

Love, love, love it!

What?

Superb.

So awesome!

"We Real Cool".... This Real Cool.... What a fantastic interpretation!

The first time I read this poem was on a bus in 1989 I believe it was.

Woow this is an awesome video

I am insulted that poetry magazines used Covid to charge reading fees. It’s not our fault you can’t manage your business. Put up a donation site or is poetry in such a sad state? So much poetry so much inefficiency and now you gotta pay so people will read your work. I never paid never will. This is a turning point in history and you are charging reading fees, what is systematic racism. Nah, but think about it. Put up a donation site say for the future of the world and writing and start publishing more. What is the disconnect? If your interns can’t handle it, get new ones. Art is essential life. So sad.

So beautiful, artful, and creative! Love this!!! Gwendolyn Brooks is amazing! Also love her poem "To Be In Love"

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

amazing work!

I love poetry. I too am a poet ❤

If I displayed one of our allegedly illicit contents of that quality below in that sample of the scene of a play, there is going to be an immediate righteous response from heaven.

Only 7 COMMENTS AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF VIEWING? Something seems wrong in this.

MY HISTORY TEACHER USED THIS AND IT WAS SO HELPFUL 🙏

This is real cool!!!

Yes yes yes the plastic smell. I literally just bought a bottle I loved what you did here. Got a sample when I visited your boutique in NYC for Sniffapooloza and that sample won me over. Wow

''Multitudes'' wow.. amazing.. wish always success.. have a good day.. cheers..💯👍

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Chicago Poet - Carl Sandburg I saluted a nobody. I saw him in a looking-glass. He smiled--so did I. He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I. Everything I did he did. I said, "Hello, I know you." And I was a liar to say so. Ah, this. looking-glass man! Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor, Soldier, dusty drinker of dust-- Ah! he will go with me Down the dark stairway When nobody else is looking, When everybody else is gone. He locks his elbow in mine, I lose all--but not him.