"Howl"

"Howl" is a poem written by Allen Ginsberg in 1955 and published as part of his 1956 collection of poetry titled Howl and Other Poems.

The poem is considered to be one of the great works of the Beat Generation, along with Jack Kerouac's On the Road (1957) and William S. Burroughs's Naked Lunch (1959).

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Analisys of poetry 

The poetic structure of "Howl" is constituted by the repetition of grammatical structures, forming very long lines, and especially the pace.

As observed by Ginsberg in the Bible verses in relation to each line of the poem representsa continuous rhythmic drive. It means that each line should be read in one breath. In the words of Ginsberg: "Ideally each line of 'Howl' is a single breath unit.

"Beat Generation"

"Howl and Other Poems" & Allen Ginsberg

           

In the 1960s and 70s, Ginsberg studied under gurus and Zen masters. As the leading icon of the Beats, Ginsberg was involved in countless political activities, including protests against the Vietnam War, and he spoke openly about issues that concerned him, such as free speech and gay rights agendas.

Howl and Other Poems was published in 1956 by City Lights Bookstore, it was banned for obscenity. The work overcame censorship trials, however, and became one of the most widely read poems of the century, translated into more than twenty-two languages.

In the early '60s, while his fame grew, he was thrust in the hippie scene, helps Timothy Learyto promote LSD and the psychedelic part of an incredibly large list of events such as theHuman Be-In in 1967, in San Francisco, where he is leading one of the crowd chanting themantra Om.
Ginsberg had many fans, including Jim Morrison of the Doors. Morrison was so addicted topoetry and works of him that said writing songs after reading some of his poems. Bob Dylan was a great friend of Allen Ginsberg.

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis


-e. e. cummings 

Analysis of poetry:

This poem is fairly contrary to the very nature of Cummings's writing. He used "incorrect" syntax to show his feelings in his poems, but this one states that life can not be captured in writing. "for life's not a paragraph / And death i think is no parenthesis" Although Cummings contradicts himself, the very nature of this poem does reveal the depth of life just the way he intended it to. The mere fact that Cummings states that "life's not a paragraph" shows how important life is. This poem is also quite romantic. "--the best gesture of my brain is less than / your eyelids' flutter" To Cummings, this small gesture is much more important than any intellectual thought ever produced.

when god decided to invent

when god decided to invent
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began

when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because


- e. e. cummings

Analysis of poetry: 

This poem reflects Cummings's attitude towards humanities inevitable inability to avoid its own destruction. God chose to create life simply because he chose to, while humanity destroyed its innocence by searching for a reason for everything. We are unable to cope with something unless we know its cause. Thus we have inadvertently destroyed the gift of innocence that God gave us.

Humanity i love you

                                                  

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My goal with this project is to show the readers of American poetry blog, with its linguistic aspects for its construction.


Author: Edward Estlin Cummings, commonly abbreviated as e. e. Cummings, in lowercase, as signed and published poet. He was a poet, painter, essayist and American playwright.

"Humanity i love you"

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

by e. e. cummings

Analysis of poetry:

This poem reflects Cummings's connection with the war. It is quite cynical in nature, describing his disgust with classes in society and obviously, humanity in general. "because you would rather black the boots of / success than enquire whose soul dangles from his watch-chain" Cummings uses material metaphors to stress the selfishness of humanity. The mental image from "whose soul dangles from his pocket watch-chain" is quite literal at first. The reader imagines an aristocrat with ten or twenty commoners hanging from his chain. Cummings was referring to the thoughtlessness of the over-fortunate. The last four lines of the poem are more directly what he was trying to say. "Humanity / i hate you" .

Ternura

Eu te peço perdão por te amar de repente

Embora o meu amor seja uma velha canção nos teus ouvidos Das horas que passei à sombra dos teus gestos
Bebendo em tua boca o perfume dos sorrisos
Das noites que vivi acalentando
Pela graça indizível dos teus passos eternamente fugindo Trago a doçura dos que aceitam melancolicamente.
E posso te dizer que o grande afeto que te deixo
Não traz o exaspero das lágrimas nem a fascinação das promessas
Nem as misteriosas palavras dos véus da alma...
É um sossego, uma unção, um transbordamento de carícias
E só te pede que te repouses quieta, muito quieta
E deixes que as mãos cálidas da noite encontrem sem fatalidade o olhar

[estático da aurora.

Vinicius de Moraes