Library is a place to store knowledge, usually in the form of books. He himself is the library, the 17 books are things he has learned - each a separate lesson, each symbolized by a separate book.
This poem is beyond me in that exciting way where you want to know and you dont know if you can know but you just stare into the ideas grinning and grinning watching them go by too fast to seep into your brain but they still seep into your soul.
He is talking about different things that have molded him into who he is. Love, heartbreak, problems and answers, victories and failures, judgement, pride, shame, a desire for freedom, hip hop, breakdancing, guitar, the power of hindsight and knowledge gleaned from past experience, and ultimately, how through everything his soul keeps shining. That is the general message. I originally wanted to explain each number to you but there is a character limit ):
T. S. Eliot put it well when he said in The Use of Poetry and The Use of Criticism that the prose sense of a poem is chiefly useful in keeping the reader's mind "diverted and quiet, while the poem does its work upon him." Eliot went on to liken the meaning of a poem to the bit of meat a burglar brings along to throw to the family dog. What is the work of a poem? To touch us, to stir us, to make us glad, and possibly even to tell us something. X. J. Kennedy
Why is everyone saying he missed 11? It's at 2:11… 11: there is so much cedar wood in my belly, there is so much sawdust collected on the floor of my love that I have been sweeping it up for so many days now but each day I sweep up a little more…one day that floor will be clean
Can you explain that to me actually, I'm not really sure I get it. "I placed two pancakes upon two plates when I pushed them back and forth the porcelain breaks"?
nikkapillarify hip hop is just a bunch of rhyme schemes and plays on words. which is what he did. poetry is always subjective btw. so it can mean that to me but might mean something to you.
He just mentioned 16 books. Though he did well. And he missed 11 the whistle of the train train is a hospital it is ebbs with the sounds of dying and fixing it turns every wheel inside of me into a bonnet turns every wheel into splinters Good execution though! :D
it's somewhat ontological (talking about our relationship to objects) and kind of to others. you'd have to kinda look at each line (and even break the lines apart) and make connections to other parts in the poem. I try to do this in just experiencing the poem, but he goes rrrrreally fast.
Library is a place to store knowledge, usually in the form of books. He himself is the library, the 17 books are things he has learned - each a separate lesson, each symbolized by a separate book.
"I have carved shelves out of my heart to try and bring an order to things, all it did was make space." I just really, really love that. So much.
He has such a handsome voice
This poem is beyond me in that exciting way where you want to know and you dont know if you can know but you just stare into the ideas grinning and grinning watching them go by too fast to seep into your brain but they still seep into your soul.
He is talking about different things that have molded him into who he is. Love, heartbreak, problems and answers, victories and failures, judgement, pride, shame, a desire for freedom, hip hop, breakdancing, guitar, the power of hindsight and knowledge gleaned from past experience, and ultimately, how through everything his soul keeps shining. That is the general message. I originally wanted to explain each number to you but there is a character limit ):
He has such a lovely voice. I wonder if he reads for audiobooks - that would be amazing.
I don't know if my heart could take the tension of a whole audiobook
this poem verbalizes the sounds made by the wind as it cuts through the trees that grow out of my head
Your comment is poetry in itself, and it describes perfectly what I felt while watching this. amazing.
"so cold, he dropped the D and added an extra O" haha that just clicked for me
T. S. Eliot put it well when he said in The Use of Poetry and The Use of Criticism that the prose sense of a poem is chiefly useful in keeping the reader's mind "diverted and quiet, while the poem does its work upon him." Eliot went on to liken the meaning of a poem to the bit of meat a burglar brings along to throw to the family dog. What is the work of a poem? To touch us, to stir us, to make us glad, and possibly even to tell us something.
X. J. Kennedy
Damn, I could listen to him talk all day.
This poem is superb.
The god of thunder/fall every time line gave me fucking goosebumps man.
Furniture staring line as well.
Why is everyone saying he missed 11? It's at 2:11… 11: there is so much cedar wood in my belly, there is so much sawdust collected on the floor of my love that I have been sweeping it up for so many days now but each day I sweep up a little more…one day that floor will be clean
I was referring to the "books" in the title. Like I was trying to explain, the "books" are figurative.
I like that porcelain plate line. That was very clean.
Can you explain that to me actually, I'm not really sure I get it. "I placed two pancakes upon two plates when I pushed them back and forth the porcelain breaks"?
nikkapillarify
**cut them
nikkapillarify hip hop is just a bunch of rhyme schemes and plays on words. which is what he did. poetry is always subjective btw. so it can mean that to me but might mean something to you.
nikkapillarify it's referring to turntables used by DJ's. Cutting is one of the techniques they use. The pancakes are the records being spun
never new that^^^
Aniiiiisssssss!!!!!!
i believe it was a punchline addressing how people always say, "what rhymes with elbow/orange" things of that nature...
Maybe Anis's 17th book is himself? Lovin' this poem by the way :D
what did it mean?
He just mentioned 16 books. Though he did well. And he missed
11
the whistle of the train train is a hospital
it is ebbs with the sounds of dying and fixing
it turns every wheel inside of me
into a bonnet
turns every wheel into splinters
Good execution though! :D
I really like this poem he did here, but is there anyone who would kindly explain to me what he was trying to say through this?
it's somewhat ontological (talking about our relationship to objects) and kind of to others. you'd have to kinda look at each line (and even break the lines apart) and make connections to other parts in the poem. I try to do this in just experiencing the poem, but he goes rrrrreally fast.
How do people even do this without being gods
he did say 11
"there is so much sawdust collected on the floor of my love."
"......one day, that floor will be clean."
He reminds me of Keegan-Micheal Key!
17, but he doesn't say the number before saying his seventeenth reason in this performance.
could you be more clear?
His library has sixteen books?
You really can't take this piece at face value. The lighthearted way that he reads it here is very deceptive to the actual nature of the piece
you know how rappers force rhymes with their exaggerated accents
I know what you mean.
His mind is too far away from the galaxy and too deep that our average minds can't understand his ideas.
too many abstractions! but i love it tho!
...none were books
None of the 17 things he described were books...
He is so clearly talented, but I can't connect with him. I wonder why
what the fuck is he talking about.
What an unfortunate name...
The Soft Glow of Brightly Burning Hope sorry not everyone is white