I would like to express my admiration and thanks, Mr Griffin, for your love for “The power and beauty of the written and spoken word!” and for your commitment to educate young people (and not only) to get access to this fabulous power and beauty that can sometimes save lives. During communism in Romania almost everybody was reading poetry. We had at least one literary magazines in every important city. BUcharest had about 4. We stood in line for books the same way we did for the missing food. Poetry and art was soul food and saved us from complete alienation, gave us trust and the power to survive. And what a coincidence, today I read that the Romanian poet Ana Bladiana was honored with the LIFETIME RECOGNITION AWARD by The GRIFFIN TRUST FOR EXCELLENCE IN POETRY. This is great news.
I stumble across this through my search of something completely different and question why? Somewhat curious somehow interested in the context of its title, I press play and away my mind immersed itself into the sharing of words and vibrant execution of harvested thoughts projected in a palatable tone. I then ask myself why? Why have I come to be in this moment in time, given the exposure to this subsistence to fuel my wonder and recall my mind from this journey… Why now, somehow things seem to happen at a moment when I unknowingly need it most. I suppose I’ll restart it now and once again lose myself in its subtle yet strong hold. Let the lesson be told, I am listening.
This talk is fine, I suppose, but Griffin's recitation is out of this world. I have rarely heard a more talented reader. I hope I have his voice at his age . . .
Please forgive me. I need to address the dark side of poetry: Lost In Advice Ground, ground, so much to plow. Good from bad, discern it how? Test & study, and retest again. Waste my time. till I start to spin. Life, life, such a high price. I gotta go and get some advice. Seeds, seeds, so many to sow. Which will die, and which will grow? The more I've thought, the more I've sinned. Should I just cast them into the wind? Water,water, but it's solid ice. I gotta go and get more advice. Things, things, so many to do. Should I work until I turn blue? The more I do, I find open locks. Did someone open my Pandora's Box? With advice I will gird. But alas, it's only a word. Words, words, so many to choose. The more I need, the more I peruse. The more I peruse, the more I need. Should I use words until I bleed? Damn, damn, this ain't nice. Here I am, lost in advice. Brains, brains, so easy to use. They're so easy, I get confused. Don't wanna reach my point of dispare, And just throw my arms up in the air. Think I'll go back the way I came, And try again 'till I'm insane. Needs, needs, so many to feed. From this work, how can I be freed? Don't want fatigue to cause me to sin. But maybe later, I can try again. Please, please, just take me home. I am tired, and now I groan. I know you love me, and you're the best. So grant my prayer for a little rest. Time, time, don't wanna think twice. I'm already lost in advice.
From the yard work I take a break With beer's a fishing rod to a lake Yes for my mental health's sake With chair in shade I did partake It's no mistake arthritis does ache
Down by the sea to find tranquility Ocean force is gentle as it can be For what I show in this sea humility For it will wake up its a guarantee To bring rain an restore soil fertility
Poetry is is perfect But music more so For when im sad Between notes ..i go Mere words console Of that no doubt But vibrating strings With some one who sings Is for me A more wonderful thing
That was good. Did you write that? Do you mind if I edit it a bit? Poetry is perfect. But music, much more so. For when I'm sad..., Between the notes I go. Mere words console, Of that no doubt. But vibrating strings, With someone who sings, Are for me, more wonderful things.... With which I can't live without.
For progress together we evolve The wheel was our first solution Together trouble we can resolve Artificial Intelligence is evolution Together problems we can solve
Today seemed like a long day An now it's time to hit the hay Thoughts of the day to replay Tomorrow have the bills to pay Yard work with some time to play
Contests and grants & Poetry months are all fine & dandy but you've got to start digging into the deeper, sometimes subversive elements of poetry to get it back into the hearts of man. There is no statue of Irving Layton in Canada because Irving offended & challenged popular notions. His work, in a way, offends the common man. But so does much of Literature. What you do is you make poetry appear like the true subversion of commonality that it can be & then it's an option for young people. Poetry Slams & spoken word curry too much to laziness & common ideas, it's doing nothing more than allowing people to pat themselves on the back. The discipline of real writing & poetry will seem a true life path to more if it's represented right, the right poets saying & writing about the right things. Especially in the world of poetry, the most of what has been written is negligeable
Sire…sire…please don’t call me a liar, for I swear I have not destroyed your pen outside of this beautiful empire. I am your lord, Avoris, and the truth of my pen, I aspire. But please, my lord, my ruler, my sire, I do not know; I swear I do not know where your pen is, for I am no liar. Liar, liar, but your clever lies, I do admire, but the truth of your treachery I solely desire. But what truth can I offer, if I am no liar? Why, your soul, entire. My soul entire? For the truth you require? How my soul, do you expect to acquire? Why, gods, rulers, miracles are my attire, and so your soul, with divine fire, I will tire; your soul, in you, the liar, and I will witness your soul retire. Please, my sire, spare me this grief, for I would never provoke your ire. I know it is you, Avoris, my squire, who stole my pen for your own desire, you stole it from me when we past that spire, for it was your wish, against me, to conspire. My lord, my sovereign, my sire, I swear I did not take the pen, I couldn’t have…please believe that I am no liar. I do care for you, my squire, but I do not believe that you are no liar; I see your lies lifting you higher, higher, with your mind on fire, into my wrath, entire. I see your soul, so dire, surrounded by my divine slaves: the gods, the miracles, all disguised as my attire…Avoris, let the truth transpire, save your soul, and for once…be no liar. Okay…it was me who stole your pen, but I did not destroy it in divine fire, I couldn’t, I wanted to but I couldn’t because I lost it prior. I know, Avoris, I know you did not destroy my pen, for I already have it back. It came back to me, Avoris, and it told me everything. And that is how I knew you were a liar, and now I shall take your soul, and watch it burn in divine fire.
@@prettypristinepoetry8984 Now that's what I like to hear. I've been writing ten years now. I've written eight stories and some poems. I think it just takes a long time for your work to get noticed.
@@prettypristinepoetry8984 But yeah, I love this poem. It is a good one. I wrote it all at once as well. I bet it took me ten minutes. Sometimes the best things just come.
It doesn't always come from our soul or is reflections of our soul. One may dip into a topic and everything out is from imaginations. Poetry isn't always interested me.
never explained why poetry is important. claimed poetry is the essence of language but never supported that statement. this is kind of a clickbait with a plug on his whatever competition. i lost 15 minutes listening to this guy rambling about his life
The only problem is that for you English speakers exist only English speaking poets. Learn another language or read translations of others. A name ? ESENIN
For progress together we evolve The wheel was our first solution Together trouble we can resolve Artificial Intelligence is evolution Together problems we can solve
Today seemed like a long day An now it's time to hit the hay Thoughts of the day to replay Tomorrow have the bills to pay Yard work with some time to play
I would like to express my admiration and thanks, Mr Griffin, for your love for “The power and beauty of the written and spoken word!” and for your commitment to educate young people (and not only) to get access to this fabulous power and beauty that can sometimes save lives. During communism in Romania almost everybody was reading poetry. We had at least one literary magazines in every important city. BUcharest had about 4. We stood in line for books the same way we did for the missing food. Poetry and art was soul food and saved us from complete alienation, gave us trust and the power to survive.
And what a coincidence, today I read that the Romanian poet Ana Bladiana was honored with the LIFETIME RECOGNITION AWARD by The GRIFFIN TRUST FOR EXCELLENCE IN POETRY. This is great news.
carmen-francesca Banciu
I would love to read Romanian poetry!
Thank you so much and what an absolute joy to hear you read Thomas and Arnold 🥰👏
"we all need to read poetry and when we come across a beautiful line to commit it to memory"...….Amen!
I have watched this many times, it still resonates! Thank you Mr. Griffin!❤❤❤
I stumble across this through my search of something completely different and question why? Somewhat curious somehow interested in the context of its title,
I press play and away my mind immersed itself into the sharing of words and vibrant execution of harvested thoughts projected in a palatable tone. I then ask myself why?
Why have I come to be in this moment in time, given the exposure to this subsistence to fuel my wonder and recall my mind from this journey…
Why now, somehow things seem to happen at a moment when I unknowingly need it most.
I suppose I’ll restart it now and once again lose myself in its subtle yet strong hold. Let the lesson be told, I am listening.
lol
Lovely.
poetry is the essence of language! precisely! It's also the essence of everything, the essence of life! I adore u, Scott Griffin!
i am so grateful to mr griffin for this poetry video. wonderful .
It kind of negates that whole punishment makes kids hate things argument I was told in college while learning to teach. What a fabulous punishment!
Indeed
Thank you Mr. Griffin for your work for poetry and youth!
Song and singer must unite together
For the wind to lift them like a feather.
Well said.
How is it possible that this video only has 172 likes?! This is such a wonderful speech! I wish there were more like it.
yes i say he same thing
Bring back poetry and philosophy...
More poeple need to see this....wonderful and powerful in its truth!
This talk is fine, I suppose, but Griffin's recitation is out of this world. I have rarely heard a more talented reader. I hope I have his voice at his age . . .
Extra ordinary way of expressing the beauty of poetry...by Poet Scott
l like to hear it many times more if I have time...
I wish I can...!
Please forgive me. I need to address the dark side of poetry:
Lost In Advice
Ground, ground, so much to plow.
Good from bad, discern it how?
Test & study, and retest again.
Waste my time. till I start to spin.
Life, life, such a high price.
I gotta go and get some advice.
Seeds, seeds, so many to sow.
Which will die, and which will grow?
The more I've thought, the more I've sinned.
Should I just cast them into the wind?
Water,water, but it's solid ice.
I gotta go and get more advice.
Things, things, so many to do.
Should I work until I turn blue?
The more I do, I find open locks.
Did someone open my Pandora's Box?
With advice I will gird.
But alas, it's only a word.
Words, words, so many to choose.
The more I need, the more I peruse.
The more I peruse, the more I need.
Should I use words until I bleed?
Damn, damn, this ain't nice.
Here I am, lost in advice.
Brains, brains, so easy to use.
They're so easy, I get confused.
Don't wanna reach my point of dispare,
And just throw my arms up in the air.
Think I'll go back the way I came,
And try again 'till I'm insane.
Needs, needs, so many to feed.
From this work, how can I be freed?
Don't want fatigue to cause me to sin.
But maybe later, I can try again.
Please, please, just take me home.
I am tired, and now I groan.
I know you love me, and you're the best.
So grant my prayer for a little rest.
Time, time, don't wanna think twice.
I'm already lost in advice.
Keep writing.
keep writing bro
I have no claim to any fame
My aim is to stay in the game
My name I will never shame
I proclaim never to die in flame
If I do no one else is to blame
From the yard work I take a break
With beer's a fishing rod to a lake
Yes for my mental health's sake
With chair in shade I did partake
It's no mistake arthritis does ache
Who else is watching this for distance learning 😂😂😂
Who is distence sorrh no england
Inspirational, motivated me to keep on writing and growing. Posting my work to social media platforms, hoping that they do some good to someone.
No kid grew up hating the idea of buying a car because they were forced to wash one as punishment.
Down by the sea to find tranquility
Ocean force is gentle as it can be
For what I show in this sea humility
For it will wake up its a guarantee
To bring rain an restore soil fertility
Poetry is is perfect
But music more so
For when im sad
Between notes ..i go
Mere words console
Of that no doubt
But vibrating strings
With some one who sings
Is for me
A more wonderful thing
That was good. Did you write that? Do you mind if I edit it a bit?
Poetry is perfect. But music, much more so.
For when I'm sad..., Between the notes I go.
Mere words console, Of that no doubt.
But vibrating strings, With someone who sings,
Are for me, more wonderful things....
With which I can't live without.
Funny...your anti-poetry response is actually poetry itself. Music and poetry are like salt and pepper.
For progress together we evolve
The wheel was our first solution
Together trouble we can resolve
Artificial Intelligence is evolution
Together problems we can solve
My favorite poet is Galaktion Tabidze.
Excellent erudite presentation.
It is my first time to listening poetry really it is nice i really i enjoy it
such an amazing speech
His public speaking skills are impressive, but he didn't answer the question, Why it is Important?
Levan 0:22
At the end he says it "defines our humanity". I suppose he could have stated it in a stronger way, but it's there.
@@ldinti03 See minute seven. He states it pretty specifically.
EXCELLENT!
Nice presentation.
Today seemed like a long day
An now it's time to hit the hay
Thoughts of the day to replay
Tomorrow have the bills to pay
Yard work with some time to play
Love
Contests and grants & Poetry months are all fine & dandy but you've got to start digging into the deeper, sometimes subversive elements of poetry to get it back into the hearts of man. There is no statue of Irving Layton in Canada because Irving offended & challenged popular notions. His work, in a way, offends the common man. But so does much of Literature. What you do is you make poetry appear like the true subversion of commonality that it can be & then it's an option for young people. Poetry Slams & spoken word curry too much to laziness & common ideas, it's doing nothing more than allowing people to pat themselves on the back. The discipline of real writing & poetry will seem a true life path to more if it's represented right, the right poets saying & writing about the right things. Especially in the world of poetry, the most of what has been written is negligeable
My favourite poets are Shadwell, Cibber, McGonagall and Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings.
and i'd have given anything to say that in the first place ... you see that's the beauty
Sire…sire…please don’t call me a
liar, for I swear I have not destroyed your pen outside of this beautiful
empire.
I am your lord, Avoris, and the
truth of my pen, I aspire.
But please, my lord, my ruler, my
sire, I do not know; I swear I do not know where your pen is, for I am no liar.
Liar, liar, but your clever lies, I
do admire, but the truth of your treachery I solely desire.
But what truth can I offer, if I am
no liar?
Why, your soul, entire.
My soul entire? For the truth you
require? How my soul, do you expect to acquire?
Why, gods, rulers, miracles are my
attire, and so your soul, with divine fire, I will tire; your soul, in you, the
liar, and I will witness your soul retire.
Please, my sire, spare me this
grief, for I would never provoke your ire.
I know it is you, Avoris, my
squire, who stole my pen for your own desire, you stole it from me when we past
that spire, for it was your wish, against me, to conspire.
My lord, my sovereign, my sire, I
swear I did not take the pen, I couldn’t have…please believe that I am no liar.
I do care for you, my squire, but I
do not believe that you are no liar; I see your lies lifting you higher,
higher, with your mind on fire, into my wrath, entire. I see your soul, so
dire, surrounded by my divine slaves: the gods, the miracles, all disguised as
my attire…Avoris, let the truth transpire, save your soul, and for once…be no
liar.
Okay…it was me who stole your pen,
but I did not destroy it in divine fire, I couldn’t, I wanted to but I couldn’t
because I lost it prior.
I know, Avoris, I know you did not
destroy my pen, for I already have it back. It came back to me, Avoris, and it
told me everything. And that is how I knew you were a liar, and now I shall
take your soul, and watch it burn in divine fire.
I LOVE THIS POEM SO MUCH IT'S PERFECTION
@@prettypristinepoetry8984 Now that's what I like to hear. I've been writing ten years now. I've written eight stories and some poems. I think it just takes a long time for your work to get noticed.
@@prettypristinepoetry8984 But yeah, I love this poem. It is a good one. I wrote it all at once as well. I bet it took me ten minutes. Sometimes the best things just come.
im gonna do that to my kids. read them poems and then use it as a punishment..maybe they'll share my love of poetry that way LOL.
Language the “mirror of the soul”? I’d say it’s the quantum of experience.
It doesn't always come from our soul or is reflections of our soul. One may dip into a topic and everything out is from imaginations. Poetry isn't always interested me.
Poetree Feeds the Heart, Body, Mind, Soukl and Culture of Humanity
Yes ! Sure Yarta
Poetry is how we wash our words with soap and water , to clean them up and dress them in their Sunday best .
No england sorry no understand
Hep
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@@jesuschrist7523 thank 🙏🏿🙏🏿
Đi đi mao mạch điện xoay chiều một pha cà mau lành và một số loại thuốc 🧪 của em không muốn đi chơi 🚶 và một ☝️ và i like đồng
@@jesuschrist7523 পশকআ চ্যৈড নো?? 💋💋💄💄👄👄🦷🦷👩🏿🦰
Where exactly is Romania's border with Russia?
hello,
is there a transcript available for this?
never explained why poetry is important. claimed poetry is the essence of language but never supported that statement. this is kind of a clickbait with a plug on his whatever competition. i lost 15 minutes listening to this guy rambling about his life
ITS NOT
BTW I have had 1 girlfriend and I am 21
You're so kewl.
Hilton college
The only problem is that for you English speakers exist only English speaking poets. Learn another language or read translations of others. A name ? ESENIN
What a Big Head!
.
Wonder if humanity
FIRST
have to watch this bs for school 🤦
fr real my guy
Yeah, reading an Alan Ginsberg poem in front of your dad. boom !
Honestly poetry is a waste of time.
For progress together we evolve
The wheel was our first solution
Together trouble we can resolve
Artificial Intelligence is evolution
Together problems we can solve
Today seemed like a long day
An now it's time to hit the hay
Thoughts of the day to replay
Tomorrow have the bills to pay
Yard work with some time to play
Love