The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

- Walace Stevens.

"For us, anything that can be said well in prose can be said better in prose. And a great deal, in the way of meaning, belongs to prose rather than poetry." - T.S. Eliot.

I watched a whole hour of super city mayor debate today. I don't know when I became that intrested in politics, especially politics that is like..... stuff I can't even vote for. I was also intrested too at the end of the debate in thinking that I'd perhaps vote for John Banks. I didn't feel that way before I watched it. Maybe he did a good job (in the deabte). I think those two are real intresting, actually. Both of them have a real appeal for me, personality-wise I'm talking, not just politically. I don't really understand their politcs actually, I think it's near impossible to do that,(sure yes, I know one's left one's right, but..) I just feel like I'd have to spend hours and hours really thinnnkinnng and reading and researching and pouring over their pasts and council economic documents and all that before I got an accurate picture. but personiality wise. I'm intrested in personalities, feelings, ways and things that are quite hard ot pin down. And appeal. I do feel an affinity with Bank's hardness (right word?) and firmness and kinda conversatyness (image wise, again, not politically) the solidity of his presense, firmness, unwishywashyness. I feel confortable with that. But then, I don't like how he doesn't know who Temapara (sp.) George is. And I like Len Brown's communityfocusyness, and his amicableness, and his downtoearthyness, and his touch of eccenticity. that's appealing too. I feel like, just talking about myself, they capture a bit of who I am, bits and pieces, in each direction. I'd feel more comfortable talking to John Banks than Len Brown. I'm still more confortable in that side of my personailty than the other side, at the moment. stilll. i duno. this hurts my tendons but it's intresting. (same thing with my law students vs. arts students, Sonya). and though, yes, I'm an arts student full stop, not a drop of law in there. and what does that mean?

I duno. it's 3.17am, I don't even feel tireddddd. it's terrible. Back to some unrelated poetry, then I'll leave this and maybe try plan some essays out a bit.

Nothing to be Said

For nations vague as weed,
For nomads among stones,
Small-statured cross-faced tribes
And cobble-close families
In mill-towns on dark mornings
Life is slow dying.

So are their separate ways
Of building, benediction,
Measuring love and money
Ways of slow dying.
The day spent hunting pig
Or holding a garden-party,

Hours giving evidence
Or birth, advance
On death equally slowly.
And saying so to some
Means nothing; others it leaves
Nothing to be said.

- Philip Larkin.

sorry for a sort of depressing poem.
I'm begining to feel more confident swiming in poetry. it's a good feeling.