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Like most poetry, it tends to grow on you Not exactly my cup of tea a little too accessible, if there s such a thing A little too jokey, perhaps that probably says about my own effete attitude than anything else, I m well aware And fewer poems about dogs would be good.But certainly an enjoyable listen and a good introduction to poetry for anyone The first poem, in particular, is a success in the way that it paints a vivid picture of his surroundings and draws you into his story I know that others were listener favorites too but do yourself a favor, check it out yourself and draw your own conclusions Worth the hour, certainly.Nice to hear an accomplished poet reading their own works. this delighted me, and i can t remember being so delighted ever NightclubYou are so beautiful and I am a foolto be in love with youis a theme that keeps coming upin songs and poems.There seems to be no room for variation.I have never heard anyone singI am so beautifuland you are a fool to be in love with me,even though this notion has surelycrossed the minds of women and men alike.You are so beautiful, too bad you are a foolis another one you don t hear.Or, you are a fool to consider me beautiful.That one you will never hear, guaranteed.For no particular reason this afternoonI am listening to Johnny Hartmanwhose dark voice can curl aroundthe concepts on love, beauty, and foolishnesslike no one else s can.It feels like smoke curling up from a cigarettesomeone left burning on a baby grand pianoaround three o clock in the morning smoke that billows up into the bright lightswhile out there in the darknesssome of the beautiful fools have gatheredaround little tables to listen,some with their eyes closed,others leaning forward into the musicas if it were holding them up,or twirling the loose ice in a glass,slipping by degrees into a rhythmic dream.Yes, there is all this foolish beauty,borne beyond midnight,that has no desire to go home,especially now when everyone in the roomis watching the large man with the tenor saxthat hangs from his neck like a golden fish.He moves forward to the edge of the stageand hands the instrument down to meand nods that I should play.So I put the mouthpiece to my lipsand blow into it with all my living breath.We are all so foolish,my long bebop solo begins by saying,so damn foolishwe have become beautiful without even knowing it I was also listening to some other poems, classic, venerated ones, Robert Frost, et.al, read out loud, and cringing in pain as the readers tried to act out the words, and thereby crucifying them, so Billy Collins reading his own poems was just, well, delightful NostalgiaRemember the 1340 s We were doing a dance called the Catapult.You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.Everyone would pause for beer and onions in the afternoon,and at night we would play a game called Find the Cow Everything was hand lettered then, not like today.Where has the summer of 1572 gone Brocade and sonnetmarathons were the rage We used to dress up in the flagsof rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone.Out on the dance floor we were all doing the Strugglewhile your sister practiced the Daphne all alone in her room.We borrowed the jargon of farriers for our slang.These days language seems transparent a badly broken code.The 1790 s will never come again Childhood was big.People would take walks to the very tops of hillsand write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.Our collars were high and our hats were extremely soft.We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs.It was a wonderful time to be alive, or even dead.I am very fond of the period between 1815 and 1821.Europe trembled while we sat still for our portraits.And I would love to return to 1901 if only for a moment,time enough to wind up a music box and do a few dance steps,or shoot me back to 1922 or 1941, or at least let merecapture the serenity of last month when we pickedberries and glided through afternoons in a canoe.Even this morning would be an improvement over the present.I was in the garden then, surrounded by the hum of beesand the Latin names of flowers, watching the early lightflash off the slanted windows of the greenhouseand silver the limbs on the rows of dark hemlocks.As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,letting my memory rush over them like waterrushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.I was even thinking a little about the future, that placewhere people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,a dance whose name we can only guess Really, who laughs out loud, so often, at a poetry reading It felt intimate and important, sweet and wise thoughts and teachings hidden amongst the witty and gentle observations of life Litany You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine Jacques CrickillonYou are the bread and the knife,the crystal goblet and the wine.You are the dew on the morning grassand the burning wheel of the sun.You are the white apron of the baker,and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.However, you are not the wind in the orchard,the plums on the counter,or the house of cards.And you are certainly not the pine scented air.There is just no way that you are the pine scented air.It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,maybe even the pigeon on the general s head,but you are not even closeto being the field of cornflowers at dusk.And a quick look in the mirror will showthat you are neither the boots in the cornernor the boat asleep in its boathouse.It might interest you to know,speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,that I am the sound of rain on the roof.I also happen to be the shooting star,the evening paper blowing down an alleyand the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.I am also the moon in the treesand the blind woman s tea cup.But don t worry, I m not the bread and the knife.You are still the bread and the knife.You will always be the bread and the knife,not to mention the crystal goblet and somehow the wineOrnithography The legendary Cang Jie was said to have invented writing after observing the tracks of birds A light snow last night,and now the earth falls open to a fresh page.A high wind is breaking up the clouds.Children wait for the yellow bus in a huddle,and under the feeder, some birdsare busy writing short stories,poems, and letters to their mothers.A crow is working on an editorial.That chickadee is etching a list,and a robin walks back and forthcomposing the opening to her autobiography.All so prolific this morning,these expressive little creatures,and each with an alphabet of only two letters.A far cry from me watchingin silence behind a window wonderingwhat just frightened them into flight a dog s bark, a hawk overhead or had they simply finishedsaying whatever it was they had to say @Free Epub ⛓ Billy Collins Live: A Performance at the Peter Norton Symphony Space  In This Exclusive Audio Publishing Event, Billy Collins, Former US Poet Laureate, Shares An Evening Of His Poetry In A Benefit Reading For WNYC, New York Public Radio Often Compared To Robert Frost, His Poetry Has Been Embraced By People Of All Ages And Backgrounds, And His Readings Are Most Often Standing Room Only Performed By The Author At Peter Norton Symphony Space In New York City, Billy Collins Reads Of His Poems, Including Dharma A Spiritual Yet Humbling Ode To Man S Best Friend, The Lanyard An Amusing Recollection About The Popular, If Not Pointless, Summer Camp Pastime, And Consolation A Tongue In Cheek Reflection Of A Cancelled European Trip, And The Benefits Of Staying Home Instead In Addition To The Poetry Readings, Collins Also Spends Some Time In A Brief Question And Answer Session Where He Reflects On What Makes Good Poetry, His Own Process Of Reaching His Audiences As A Poet, The Success Of His Poetry Programs In Schools Nationwide, And An Amusing Sidebar On His Memories Growing Up As An Only Child At Times Pensive And Sardonic, Amusing And Subtly Sarcastic, Billy Collins Live Celebrates Both The Simple And The Complex In A Language That Appeals To All Though this was simply a live performance of his poetry, it was well worth the audible credit He is a terrific poet and public speaker. An audio recording, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Laid back poem reading Some decent funny moments Poem is not one of my favorite genres but this guy is interesting. I initially was introduced to the work of Billy Collins when he was a guest on The Colbert Report promoting his book Aimless Love New and Selected Poems I enjoyed his quirky style and the lackadaisical, slightly sing song tone his voice takes on as he performs his poems This audiobook was a treat From its Bill Murray introduction to the last answer in the short QA session included at the end, I was entertained I actually paused and rewound to listen to a couple of the poems a second time in order to appreciate them deeply I highly recommend this book if you are looking for light poetical entertainment and don t mind a little weirdness. first, i am a writer like billy collins he is a professional bard while i create moodscapes recreationally there might be some critics who feel poetry should be abstract, non linear, challenging billy composes poetry with a deft touch it is accessible deserves critical acclaim i know some of you might groan but his economical style is unique like frost within this spoken word performance, there are some highlights Dharma, the Revenant, the Lanyard, Ornithology, More than a Woman adore the 70 s 80 s music references , and Bill Murray too listen to these poems with clarity impartiality you will discover that poetry can be fun Yes fun we all need a sense of humour in such turmoil Billy Collins represents our human faces it sees what is truly there. Funny reading by the former poet laureate of the United States. So this is not technically a book but a recording, but surely many people with a literary bent will be as delighted with this as I.I m amazed by people who dismiss Collins s poetry as, well, not poetry for being too accessible, too prosaic, too common in subject I would use him as an introduction to poetry over Shel Silverstein any day He captures moments as deftly as anyone using bigger and words, and he often layers others famous lines into his own work See Litany He s an excellent reader I had the fortune to listen to him live once, and this recording captures perfectly his dry humor He often pauses while the audience laughs He also provides introductions and explanations for his works which are often just as funny.For all the sheer fun I get out of Collins s work, there s something resonant about it too After listening to this I found some lines stuck in my head, not just for their chuckle value but because it was simply lovely how he chose those particular words, framed that particular sentiment.