Anyone who can pull off deep, hilarious, and tender is a pure genius of the imagination! Thank you Billy Collins!

The joy that comes from BC and his work fills me! Get him on your shelf and read daily! ✌🏼❤️🤓

Why do I still laugh at, “Nice snood there” even though I’ve watched this a dozen times? 😂

So entertaining! Laughing out loud!

we found where to look for "in search of the historical Billy"

"writing is language which can function perfectly well in the physical absence of it's author" - OUCH! With stroke of a pen my aspirations to read publicly have been dashed.

@sydismine

4 жыл бұрын

Do it anyway...

@flawedverses

3 жыл бұрын

@@sydismine 🤞

@seed_of_the_woman

2 жыл бұрын

so what if it can? it needn’t. frost, elliot, plath, many others present their own work. the wasteland read by elliot, plath reciting daddy… slam! let us hear you! we’ll be the judge 😙 that’s the same, no matter what, if that’s what you mean. that’s where i’m @ :) love, david 👑

scream it from the mezzanine i don’t give a damn!! shout it from the rooftops i am what I am! taste my colors sparky. eat my hard resistance. this is my declaration of contempt and cold indifference. the green queen may muse of a morn, but what’s the use? it’s only pain and abuse. and we are not amused! ounce by ounce i renounce! clumsily, i live in-deliberate and reclusive, derivative and indecisive. what does any of this have to do with anything? and what does that even mean? love, david 👑

A tour de force of BC spoken poetry

I love to read fiction, but hearing poetry read is so much better than reading it.

something is knocking

Yes that's one of the things the printed word gives - the poem can have a life beyond the author. But there's nothing to match a good author reading..... as here with BC.

but where is the falls? .. y'know the tasty chickens and all.

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i hate poetry -- but love a good punchline

who doesn't have to go to nashville for a service!

If truth is beauty, why do poet laureates say nothing of the big cheat in mid north america and the father of the all of them -- Robert Bly -- somewhere beyond our cuteness of the english phrase.