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Who Wrote What

topic 50 · 9 responses
~wolf Tue, Dec 12, 2000 (10:59) seed
this is the place to post those lines that you know by heart but don't have a clue who wrote them. we'll put our heads together and see what we can find!
~sprin5 Tue, Dec 12, 2000 (11:38) #1
"the fog crept in on little cat feet"
~wolf Tue, Dec 12, 2000 (17:45) #2
is this a statement or do you wanna know where it came from?
~sprin5 Wed, Dec 13, 2000 (12:15) #3
Where it came from!
~Charlotte Wed, Dec 13, 2000 (13:13) #4
It's from a poem by Carl Sandburg. I think the title is "Chicago".
~wolf Wed, Dec 13, 2000 (15:19) #5
*laugh* terry, sorry about that!! thought you were answering your own question with your log in as ee spring!! thanks, charlotte!
~MarciaH Wed, Jan 17, 2001 (22:42) #6
~MarciaH Thu, Jan 18, 2001 (00:16) #7
I do know who wrote this but do not know where to post it It was actually about his own body and the physical and psychological burden of being fat. "The Heavy Bear Who Goes with Me" by Delmore Schwartz The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, Clumsy and lumbering here and there, The central ton of every place, The hungry beating brutish one In love with candy, anger, and sleep, Crazy factotum, dishevelling all, Climbs the building, kicks the football, Boxes his brother in the hate-ridden city. Breathing at my side, that heavy animal, That heavy bear who sleeps with me, Howls in his sleep for a world of sugar, A sweetness intimate as the water's clasp, Howls in his sleep because the tight-rope Trembles and shows the darkness beneath. --The strutting show-off is terrified, Dressed in his dress-suit, bulging his pants, Trembles to think that his quivering meat Must finally wince to nothing at all. That inescapable animal walks with me, Has followed me since the black womb held, Moves where I move, distorting my gesture, A caricature, a swollen shadow, A stupid clown of the spirit's motive, Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness, The secret life of belly and bone, Opaque, too near, my private, yet unknown, Stretches to embrace the very dear With whom I would walk without him near, Touches her grossly, although a word Would bare my heart and make me clear, Stumbles, flounders, and strives to be fed Dragging me with him in his mouthing care, Amid the hundred million of his kind, the scrimmage of appetite everywhere. --- Schwartz, Delmore, 1913�66, American poet, b. New York City, grad. New York Univ., 1935. He was an editor of the Partisan Review (1943�55). His first work, In Dreams Begin Responsibilities, including the famous title story, appeared in 1938. Among his later writings are Shenandoah (1941), a verse play; Genesis (1943), a prose poem on the growth of a human being; World Is a Wedding (1948), a collection of short stories; Vaudeville for a Princess and Other Poems (1950); Summer Knowledge (1959); and Successful Love and Other Stories (1961). The tragic course of Schwartz's career, in which his early success was followed by a descent into alcoholism and madness, was the basis of Saul Bellow's novel, Humboldt's Gift (1975). See his letters, ed. by R. Phillips (1985); biography by J. Atlas (1977); study by R. McDougall (1974).
~wolf Fri, Jan 19, 2001 (18:39) #8
this one could go in caricatures....thanks, marcia!
~dot Mon, Jul 2, 2001 (00:08) #9
I actually have some of Delmore Schwartz's poetry. I was just looking at it the other day. He died before is was really discoverd. "The Heabvy Bear Who Goes with Me" were most often conderned with division in the poets own consciousness. He was bright as he burned out like a candle. Those are quotes from a book by Robert PHillips. "Last & Lost Poems of Delmore Schwartz.
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