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Viggo Mortensen - More than just an actor, but a poet too!
I'm not sure how many of you own some of his books of poetry but I highly recommend you get some of them. They are really great.
Some samples: Still unused, the letter opener she got on her birthday has become tarnished. It lies on the sill, next to a seashell she found in Flordia before moving west. Before becoming a writer. Before becoming a mother. Her son wants to use it as a dagger, to wield it savagely against monsters and bad guys that come streaming out from the toy-cluttered corners of his room, but he can't reach it yet. ("Keepsake") The rain is infected with bacteria from secret experiments of lonely men and women. It is that time between winter and spring that is dismal and threatening, when the city is airing its sweat- stained corridors, opening its arms and legs imperceptibly for an hour each morning. Calm voices give whispered instructions and hands flutter in the streetlight hiding animal faces that glisten with swollen red tongues. Quietly, they devour each other. Grateful spasms, violent motion of interlocking, clawing, taunting. ("Embrace") |
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[img]smilies/eek.gif[/img] Oh my, he's very talented! Both are good, but I really liked "Embrace".
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What is the title of the book? Maybe when I hit the bookstore, I can check to see if they have it.
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You're not likely to find his books in bookstores. Some places may have them, but generally speaking you can just buy them directly from Perceval Press, which is the publishing company Viggo set up. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] He's got several books. His most recent ones are just photography, but his older ones have poetry and paintings, too (is there anything the man can't do?) If you go to this site and click the link for the "creativity" section, there's a list of all his books in there. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
I love "Keepsake". He dedicated that one to his mum at one of his readings once. Bless him. [img]smilies/sigh.gif[/img] I've gotta post "Communion", which would have to be one of my fave Viggo poems. Communion 1. We've left shore somehow become the friends of early theory close enough to speak desire and pain of absence of mistakes we'd make given the chance. Each smile returned makes harder avoiding dreams that see us lying in early evening curtain shadows, skin safe against skin. Bloom of compassion respect for moments eyes lock turns forever into one more veil that falls away. 2. This after seeing you last night, first time smelling you with permission: shoulders to wonder openly at as carefully kissed as those arms waited impossibly on. They've held me now and your breath down my back sent away night air that had me shaking in the unlit anglican doorway. 3. Are we ruined for finding our faces fit and want to know more about morning? Is friendship cancelled if we can't call each other anymore in amnesia, invite ourselves to last glances under suspicious clocks telling us when we've had enough? 4. Your steady hands cradling my grateful skull: were you taking in my face to save an image you've rarely allowed yourself after leaving that cold alcove? Am I a photograph you gaze at in moments of weakness? You ordered me off my knees into your arms. Wasn't to beg that I knelt; only to see you once from below. Tried to say something that filled my mouth and longed to rest in your ear. Don't dare write it down for fear it'll become words, just words. Something about that poem, especially part 4 just captivates me everytime I read it. [ 02-24-2004: Message edited Phee ] |
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Thanks for the link Phee.
I must agree on part 4, it just left me speechless. Reading his stuff just makes me admire him even more. __________________
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It is sort of sad and helpless. Seems to me to be about forbidden love. I love the way it ends: "Don't dare write it down for fear it'll become words, just words." It's kind of like he's just written all these things he wanted to say to her, and then at end he's saying that he shouldn't have written it all down because it had more meaning when it was just left unspoken. Does that make any sense? [img]smilies/look.gif[/img]
The poem that really makes me wanna cry is "Second Opinion" because IMO it's about a pregnancy that had to be terminated for some medical reason, and if that is what it's about, then I can't help but wonder if he was writing from personal experience, because if he was, then knowing how much he loves being a dad, it just breaks my heart. [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] Second Opinion The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstural minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real. [ 02-25-2004: Message edited Phee ] |
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Jazz It's true. There have been times where I've written poems based on nothing I've actually felt in my life, but they turn out ridiculous and mundane. The ones that I write about real-life experiences are the ones that I find convey the best meaning, because you have a concrete foundation from which to write from. I love his poetry. It's just amazing.
Phee I hadn't even thought about that! I had read it several times, but nothing had ever really come to me as to what the poem was about. After I read what you stated, I re-read the poem and it all made sense to me. It's just amazing. Imagine him writing something like this, for you, on your birthday: STONES MET BY A LAKE NEAR THE SUN. YOUR MOUTH AND EYES, ARMS AND LEGS, MELTED AS THOUGH WE'D KNOWN EACH OTHER WELL AND NEEDED ONLY REKINDLE WARMTH OF THE FAMILIAR. AS IF PATIENCE WERE REWARDED AND NOW WE'D SHARE EVERYTHING. And this one, I also loved, since I'm a very peace-loving person who sees the grievances and aggrivations of war, rather than the resolutions. LETTER FROM NEBRASKA THERE HASN'T BEEN A SUMMER LIKE THIS SINCE BEFORE THE WAR, SO I'M TOLD. FLASH LIGHTNING FROM A CLEAR SKY WHEN EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE. THE ANIMALS HAVE BEEN MULTIPLYING AT NIGHT. THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH TO EAT. FORTY OR FIFTY MURDERS EVERY DAY, AND GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH VIOLENCE PASSES FOR DISCIPLINE BEHIND TORTURED WALLS. CHILDREN GO AROUND CLENCHING THEIR FISTS AND STARING DOWN AT THEIR SHOES BEFORE THEY KNOW HOW TO READ. THERE HAVE BEEN DROWNINGS. SOMEHOW WE HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO SWIM. IT CAN NO LONGER BE TAUGHT. THE WATER IS DANGEROUS. PEOPLE ARE AFRAID TO WATER THEIR LAWNS, THE BRIDGES ARE UNUSED. IT NEVER RAINS. THE SUN IS LOSING ITS YELLOW AND THE CLOUDS ARE CURLING UP AT THE EDGES. THE RADIO PLAYS TWENTY-YEAR-OLD SONGS TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY. I HAVEN'T SAID A WORD SINCE APRIL. __________________
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I bet all of Viggo's poems have some kind of meaning for him. |
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Stones is a beautiful poem. I even used that one in a wp I made ages ago (it's posted in the fanart thread). Quote:
Back To Babylon Accept and forget difference or desire that separates and leaves us longing or repelled. Why briefly return to play in broken places, to mock the ground, to collect infant shards, coins, fossils, or the familiar empty canisters and casings that glint from poisoned roots in the blackened dust? We make bad ghosts, and are last to know or believe we too will fade, just as our acrid smoke and those strange flakes of skin and strands of hair will, into largely undocumented extinction. Lie down, lie down; sleep is the best thing for being awake. Do as we've always been told and done, no backward glances or second thoughts, leaving sad markers buried in the sand. Sleep now, dream of children with their heads still on, of grandmothers unburdening clotheslines at twilight, of full kettles slow-ticking over twig embers. Ignore boneless, nameless victims that venture out on bitter gravel to claim remains while we rest. Pay at the window for re-heated, prejudiced incantations. Take them home and enjoy with wide-screen, half-digested, replayed previews of solemn national celebration. Then sleep, by all means; we'll need all the energy we can muster for compiling this generation's abridged anthology of official war stories, highlights of heedless slaughter, to burnish our long and proud imperial tradition. At some point, by virtue of accidentally seeing and listening, we may find ourselves participating in our own rendering. Few of our prey will be left alive enough to water the sun with their modest, time-rubbed repetitions, to rephrase their particular, unifying laws. Our version of events has already made its money back in foreign distribution and pre-sales; all victory deadlines must be met. It can get so quiet, with or without the dead watching our constant deployments. From our tilted promontory we may see one last woman scuffle away across cracked parchment of dry wash beneath us, muttering to herself—or is she singing at us?—as she rounds the sheared granite face and disappears into a grove of spindly, trembling tamarisk shadows lining the main road. We'll soon hear little other than our breathing, as shale cools and bats rise to feed, taking over from sated swallows. Night anywhere is home, darkness a cue for turning inward, quiet an invitation to review our expensive successes before morning extraction from the twin rivers of our common cradle. February, 2003 He read this one at the poetry reading I went to in Wellington at the end of last year, and it was just unbelieveable to hear him read it. Something in his voice changed when he read this particular piece. He read it with such conviction. You could tell just how strong his feelings are concerning war and the innocent people who become the victims of it. You could tell that he felt it was one of the most important things he'd ever written. He damn near made me cry!!! I had to read Back to Babylon several times before I could even start to wrap my head around it, but there are some images that just jump out and hit you in the face, like the last part of the first stanza where he doesn't beat around the bush, he just hits you with phrases like:"Sleep now, dream of children with their heads still on". [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] Powerful stuff!! I can see how Viggo would be proud of that piece of writing. |
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...I'm just awed and speechless. Those are some amazing and powerful words and he used them so well to get the point across.
And wow, you're right Phee, that line is very strong. "Sleep now, dream of children with their heads still on" If you read this line alone without the rest of the poem, it would sound morbid and kinda frightening at the mental picture you get but I guess it should be that way to cause an impact to those who read it. And you're very lucky to have had the chance to hear him read this himself. __________________
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Phee Wow. I'm just caught speechless. I don't know what to say in response to that powerful, moving essay he wrote. Everything he said (what I could fully understand) is how I feel about this war America is involved in. The imagery that he uses, such as the woman who is muttering or singing and then to hear the silence, with only our breathing echoing. It's just haunting. Beautiful.
Why briefly return to play in broken places, to mock the ground, to collect infant shards, coins, fossils, or the familiar empty canisters and casings that glint from poisoned roots in the blackened dust? This line reminds me very much of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. I visited the UN because my cousins and their friends were in from Massachusetts and wanted to see it, so my dad and I went with them. They had artifacts from those two sites, and it just broke the heart. And burned the soul. To see a stone statue, completely contorted and melted due to the radiation. And then just various coins and other metal objects that were melded together because of the heat. Viggo has a way with words that is so rare. Jazz That's a very difficult thing to do! But I admire you for doing that, of course. I've written a few things, myself. They're on the Poetry thread on the FanFiction board, if you'd like to read them. __________________
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