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bul39905: We left you there, lonely,Beauty your power,Wisdom your watchman,To hold the clay tower.from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree,Vachel Lindsay,poetry,
journalcourier: Jacksonville Journal-Courier: New Vachel Lindsay documentary to be shown at UIS
wandtvnews: SPRINGFIELD, Ill. (WAND) — "The Life and Work of Vachel Lindsay," a new documentary about the Springfield poet will screen in Springfield and Carbondale next month.
foxillinois: A new documentary, “The Life and Work of Vachel Lindsay,” will screen in April at theaters in Springfield and Carbondale.
wics_abc20: A new documentary, “The Life and Work of Vachel Lindsay,” will screen in April at theaters in Springfield and Carbondale.
Badboy_Solution: Let not young souls be smothered out before they do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride . . .
Vachel Lindsay
MWStover: rt just for the closing sentence
it’s got a beat i can dance to
kind of a vachel lindsay bop
EQcapade: WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING IS A FARTY BATHROOM? (A) FEET (B) HORIZON (C) SQUISHYSQUAD (D) VACHEL LINDSAY
rk70534: VELHOTAR!
Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931)
Naturalcalendar: I really love this poem about Dandelions by Vachel Lindsay. It captures their indomitable determination to reproduce, making it a sign not of commonness but of sovereignty
LeeAnnHowlettVO: A Rhyme about an Electrical Advertising Sign : Vachel Lindsay : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
davidword: davidword: POETRY AND RHYTHM - part 2 - The Congo by Vachel Lindsay
RobinsonReport: The Art of the Moving Picture : Vachel Lindsay
illinoisroute66: Vachel Lindsay Home
RBrookhiser: Re lynchin see the opening of Vachel Lindsay Bryan Bryan Bryan Bryan.
derickdupre: book tour advice from vachel lindsay
thefelicityhunt: "Doll divine, you have been my valentine."
Vachel Lindsay, "To Mary Pickford, Moving-Picture Actress" (1913)
NortheasternW: Urgent request of the understanding of the last stanza of "The Moon is a Painter", a peom by Vachel Lindsay:
The comrade, white, immortal,
His bride, and more than bride—
The citizen, the sage of mind,
For whom he lived and died.
Thank you very much!
She loved to see him laborI
sjs_thompson: Shades of Emily Dickenson & Vachel Lindsay. Many great artists died broke & alone, but for those who knew them, the loss of the person who bridged the gap between God & Mortals, weighs the heaviest. Thanks for being there for those of us who never had the opportunity to meet Ted.
1776TMac: On Lincoln’s 214th birthday, I remember the poetry of Vachel Lindsay:
“Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream, born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream…”
Happy Birthday, Mr. President.
LeeAnnHowlettVO: An Apology for the Bottle Volcanic : Vachel Lindsay : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
pauljimerson: Today is the birthday of the man known as “The O. Henry of Harlem,” American poet Langston Hughes (1902). In 1926, he was working as a busboy at a hotel in New York City when the poet Vachel Lindsay arrived for dinner. Hughes placed some poems under Lindsay’s dinner plate.
xygort: Or at least, a little of both worlds, and rarely would you see a poem come off as a simple, literal use of those terse words you’ve read on paper. Some famous literal poems I know are Clementes Images by Robert Creeley, and The Congo: A study of the Negro race, by Vachel Lindsay.
casey_wimpee: takes note of buzzing December synchronicities of Vachel Lindsay, Rene Girard, Grenoble, bullion, bees, waves vs particles, power cords, clips, Liz Taylor, & Columbia Pictures' Taxi Driver (1976)
destinatorq: I’m now at the airport awaiting my delayed flight home after a week in my old stomping grounds of San Francisco, reading a suitable poem by the nearly forgotten Vachel Lindsay.
PatrickKerin1: A Christmas poem by Vachel Lindsay
NoahSabich: "What the Forester Said" by Vachel Lindsay, Springfield, IL poet
jlorts: "Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you."
--Vachel Lindsay (1979-1931)
ineffable_x: Vachel Lindsay on Book TV
Lindsay overcame sad America with his poems
newage1962: Lighting Up the Sky: Nicholas Vachel Lindsay
PepPepFoster: The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly by Vachel Lindsay
Read more here:
BharathSrini_: The Journey Starts Swiftly
A thousand times ten thousand times
More swift than the sun’s swift light
Were the Morning Wings in their flight
On – On –
West of the Universe,
Thro’ the West
To Chaos-night.
- Vachel Lindsay
Welcoming all and Pour Ur Blessings!!!
theostibes: "and all the poets in America for the first time in thirty years were looking one another in the eye."
Vachel Lindsay about the 1910s
NoahSabich: “In a whirlwind world, independent languor becomes a virtue, and meditation engenders a finer art than any nervousness” ~ The Golden Book of Springfield
by Vachel Lindsay
Dylan_G_Johnson: I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in the woods,
and I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Leadened Eyed -
By Vachel Lindsay
NoahSabich: “There are many earthly languages. There are many heavenly languages. There are many blazing, blinding tomorrows. But they all lead to the same glorious tomorrow at last.”
― Vachel Lindsay, The Golden Book of Springfield
dblight: Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan by Vachel Lindsay:
skydog811: The Dandelion by Vachel Lindsay - Poems
ernieschell: Born on this date in 1879 American poet Vachel Lindsay, who, in an attempt to revive poetry as an oral art form of the common people, wrote and read to audiences compositions with powerful rhythms that had an immediate appeal.
ModernLibrary: Vachel Lindsay, born November 10, 1879.
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
cowboycoleridge: "The only thing that a man may do that is new, is to write himself on human hearts."
- Vachel Lindsay
cowboycoleridge: I will not be a slave to my yesterday. I am creator, not a parrot.
- Vachel Lindsay
cowboycoleridge: Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
- Vachel Lindsay
BeineckeLibrary: Vachel Lindsay collection
RayBoomhower: “I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.” Vachel Lindsay, born on this day in 1879
ARTSalamode: Born 11/10: painters Edouard Vuillard, Frans Snyder, Paul Signac, Roberto Matta, writers Oliver Goldsmith, Vachel Lindsay, W.E.B. Griffin, J.P. Marquand, Johann von Schiller, William Hogarth, Karl Shapiro, jazz trumpet Billy May, jazz sax Houston Person, jazz flute Hubert Laws.
ARTSalamode: "...The sun is a smoldering fire,
That creeps through the high gray plain,
And leaves not a bush of cloud
To blossom with flowers of rain.
The sun is a wounded deer,
That treads pale grass in the skies,
Shaking his golden horns,
Flashing his baleful eyes..."
Vachel Lindsay
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dianabutlerbass: I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness...
Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.
— Vachel Lindsay
levistahl: As a versifier he had no more caution than a hobo hitching a ride.—Elizabeth Hardwick, on Vachel Lindsay
SirJanks: "The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly" by Vachel Lindsay, original publishing date somewhere between 1879-1931
drewdog2060_: The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly by Vachel Lindsay
Read more here:
AdoraLogos: "She ate my wings and gloated.
She bound me with a hair.
She drove me to her parlor
Above her winding stair.
To educate young spiders
She took me all apart.
My ghost came back to haunt her.
I saw her eat my heart.” —Vachel Lindsay, The Congo
ianstheend: “The moon? It is a griffin's egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight”
Excerpt from “Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be” - Vachel Lindsay
danielniemusic: “Only boys keep their cheeks dry. Only boys are afraid to cry. Men thank God for tears.” – Vachel Lindsay
latimes: “A shining soul with a golden body.”
Taken from poet Vachel Lindsay’s descriptions of L.A. in his book about cinema, “The Art of the Moving Picture,” originally published in 1915.
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MelanieJaxn: Oh, I have walked in Kansas
Through many a harvest field,
And piled the sheaves of glory there
And down the wild rows reeled:
Each sheaf a little yellow sun,
A heap of hot-rayed gold;
Each binder like Creation's hand
To mold suns, as of old.
-Vachel Lindsay
robertsnickc: “Tis not too late to build our young land right,
Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan,
Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers,
Hearths that will recreate the breed called man.”
~ Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931)
robertsnickc: To Reformers In Despair
“Tis not too late to build our young land right,
Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan,
Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers,
Hearths that will recreate the breed called man.”
~ Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931)
SusanTregoning: New artwork for sale! - "Vachel Lindsay Home - Springfield, Illinois" -
SusanTregoning: New artwork for sale! - "Vachel Lindsay Home - Springfield, IL" -
authindia: "Life is a loom, weaving illusion.”- Vachel Lindsay
Paithani saree weaving by Yeola Handloom.
thekurtwk: Reading some poetry this morning by Springfield's poet laureate, Vachel Lindsay. Known as the Prairie Troubadour, he traveled the country literally working his "Rhymes To Be Traded For Bread"
peterdamianent1: The City that will not Repent - Vachel Lindsay Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing a dancer’s girdle All to inflame desire: Scorning her days of...
TCTheatrePeeps: "I would be one with the dark-bright night
When sparkling skies and the lightning wed" Vachel Lindsay, "The Traveller-Heart"
rajoyceUCB: —Vachel Lindsay, “Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket”
MrVinylcoza: Just In: Vachel Lindsay – Vachel Lindsay Reading (VG+/G)
Mctaguej: “…All the funny circus silks of politics unfurled…” Vachel Lindsay
RDGStout: "To be read like old leaves on the elm tree of Time. Sifting soft words with sentence and rhyme."
—Vachel Lindsay
choptopmoseley: God lead us past the setting of the sun
To wizard islands, of august surprise;
God make our blunders wise.
- Vachel Lindsay
SingBooksEmily: The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky, an Illustrated, Singable Poem
JeffM72498566: Bought an Anthology of American Film Criticism featuring essays from writers including:
Vachel Lindsay
James Agee
Ralph Ellison
Robert Warshow
Manny Farber
Jonas Mekas
Susan Sontag
Molly Haskel
Paul Schrader
James Baldwin
Armond White
James Harvey
Kent Jones
John Ashbery
KateSchaeferZ: Usually I just hang up on scam callers, but I was annoyed enough today that I pressed 1 to get a live operator, then put the phone by the radio speaker & turned it way up. Am pleased that the random bit of radio was someone reading Vachel Lindsay's "Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan."
VandA_Bot: By R.B.Kitaj: 'The Congo and Other Poems, Vachel Lindsay'; screenprint from the suite In Our Time: Covers for a Small Library After Life for the Most Part, 1969
ILStateMuseum: We appreciate the Sangamon County Historical Society for awarding the Museum a grant to have Felicia Olin restore the beloved Vachel Lindsay’s Lincoln Top Hat.
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LostToHistory: That handsome guy on the bottom left is none other than Vachel Lindsay. We get to stay in Bowler this week, the place where that photo was taken.
MelanieJaxn: O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
-Vachel Lindsay
Dougthegardener: The Dandelion
Vachel Lindsay
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate's triumphant shears...
adambcqx: - from The Daniel Jazz and other poems (1920)
by Vachel Lindsay
cavusogluedila1: You are the sunrise,
If a star could rise instead of the sun.
You are the moonlight,
If it's a star instead of the moon.
you are spring
if a face can bloom,
Instead of apple branches.
you are my love,
If your heart is kind now
Like young eyes. Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931, USA)
RBrookhiser: Vachel Lindsay refers to it, queasily (a bit for him, more for his readers) in the opening of Bryan Bryan Bryan Bryan.
Goner2day: While the monster shadows glower and creep,
What can be better for man than sleep?
And I see green trees and fluttering wings,
And my deathless bird from Shanghai sings.
The walls fell back, night was aflower
-Vachel Lindsay
Goner2day: Vachel Lindsay
Here's to the scurrying, timid mice
Through whom the proud cause dies.
Here's to the seeming accident
When all is planned and working,
All the flywheels turning,
Not a vassal shirking.
Goner2day: Vachel Lindsay 1879–1931
The Leaden-eyed
Let not young souls be smothered out before
They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
Giving_It_Raw: "Once I loved a spider ..." - Vachel Lindsay
Read more here:
_stay_informed_: i was about to say, "that must be so embarrassing, being a belgian and not even familiar with the 'mumbo-jumbo will hoo-doo you' literary line being tossed around."
but then i remember that vachel lindsay was american
DavidCranmerUn1: George Schuyler Hodges, of Pontiac, Michigan, was a charter member of the club.
The ceiling beams of the lounge once served as the club's guest book, and poet Vachel Lindsay signed as one of the first visitors. Since then, signing the beam has become a ceremonial honor, and the
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Kairpra: The Dandelion
by Vachel Lindsay
Art by Margaret Walty
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
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Bolano_ebooks: There are musical compositions in which the great Vachel Lindsay.
larrybobsf: I’ve known the poem The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky since I was a kid but I didn’t realize until today that it was written by Vachel Lindsay, who reads it in this 1931 recording.
bthomasa: "He waits by the door of his cave
While the ages moan.
He cracks the ribs of the ships
With his teeth of stone.
In his gizzard deep and long
Much treasure lies.
Oh, the pearls and the Spanish gold...
And the idols' eyes...."
-Vachel Lindsay, "Sea Serpent Chantey"
michaeltabuyan: “Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost
Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell”
- Vachel Lindsay (1912), The Congo
Chesbaburba: Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o’er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before."
~ The Dandelion, Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931)
Continued:
wiredferret: I often get lines of poetry stuck in my head, but really? REALLY?
Tonight I got Vachel Lindsay's Congo .
But only two lines.
"Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost
Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host."
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