Posted on 12/29/2010 6:02:57 AM PST by Scanian
Many thanks to my correspondent, "Mr. Southwest," for surfacing an early and revealing Obama poem that I had heretofore not seen.
The unnamed poem, which I will call "Forgotten," was unearthed for a lengthy March 2008 article in Vanity Fair by the magazine's national editor Todd Purdum. It reads as follows:
I saw an old, forgotten man
On an old, forgotten road.
Staggering and numb under the glare of the
Spotlight. His eyes, so dull and grey,
Slide from right to left, to right,
Looking for his life, misplaced in a
Shallow, muddy gutter long ago.
I am found, instead.
Seeking a hiding place, the night seals us together.
A transient spark lights his face, and in my honor,
He pulls out forgotten dignity from under his flaking coat,
And walks a straight line along the crooked world.
When Purdum mentioned the poem to Obama in 2008, he told Purdum he had no memory of it. (By contrast, I can still recite the poem that won a class contest when I was a freshman in high school.) After Purdum read the poem to Obama, he said, "That's not bad. I wrote that in high school?"
(Excerpt) Read more at americanthinker.com ...
Reminds me of the fake beatnik stuff we used to turn in in Jr. HS to mess with the teachers' minds.
But at least THAT was original.
My poem even wound up in the school's annual publication. What a farce. Took me all of five minutes to write. "Ode to a Shoelace"..
I went so far as to open a big dictionary and blindly point at words at random until I found a “noun,” a “verb,” “adverb,” etc. Total nonsense by intention.
I personally think those were flashes of genius that we never pursued.
And so did you .... at the time.
JMHO
Naw, I was just being a wise ass. The same sort of thing that used to get me suspended (”bounced” 3 days) about every two weeks.
This part made me picture Obama standing in the spotlight and reading from TOTUS.
To hide what little I am worth,
I choose to conceal my record of birth.
I bow to leaders of many land,
giving them the upper hand.
I refuse to hold my hand over my heart,
And try to tear this country apart.
Please don’t think this a bad thing
I only want to rule you as King.
B.H.O.
Uh oh ... this is gonna' be fun ...
translating and analyzing something we only think is zero's and looking for that LucyIntheSkywithDiamonds revelation.
But I think you might be right
Not as good as Stalin’s or Pol Pot’s early stuff.
I still write them...My Latest (A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO) was "Mouse in the House"....about the mouse that was driving my daughter nuts. She finally caught the darn little thing.
Liberal English teachers are the easiest to dupe.
¨...the seaweed barks at me....¨
Maybe that’s what it was but back then they didn’t normally let their politics be known.
That line really does look like it is from my old random dictionary trick.
Actually it´s from an old Beverly Hillbillies episode.
Most of mine didn't. However, I had two who did. One loved Ralph Nader (Senior year in HS 1986-1987), and the other was the one who gave me a B+ for effort on a crap 20-page paper describing a video game I wanted to market. Grand Theft Auto, which was surprising similar to my video game description, came out during that same semester. Coinkidink, that.
Obastard new poem ping
I think this is about Frank, not Gramps
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