Name: TEDx】今日のアメリカの詩。カルヴィン・オルセン＠TEDxNewEngland (【TEDx】American poetry today: Calvin Olsen at TEDxNewEngland)
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I chose four poems that aren't my own and one that is.

I tried to choose poems that would allow you to use your imagination

Also, to prove to you that poetry isn't just this inaccessible thing

that people change the word order of their sentences –

and you'll understanding what I am saying for the most part.

First one I want to read is by a poet named David Ferry

This poem is about aging, which I think is something that we all experience.

What am I doing inside this old man's body?

I feel like I'm the insides of a lobster,

All thought, and all digestion, and pornographic

Inquiry, and getting about, and bewilderment,

And fear, avoidance of trouble, belief in what,

and what they said last night, and seeing, outside of myself,

Inconsequential, wavering, and my feelers

Preternatural, trembling, with their amazing

And I'm aware of and embarrassed by my ways

Of getting around, and my protective shell.

Where is it that she I loved has gone to,

as this cold sea water's washing over my back?

I love David's metaphor of being a lobster, the insides of a lobster.

I want you to think about what it's like to be eaten by a lion,

which won't happen in America, unless you're at a zoo, I guess.

In this poem I'm going to read, is called "How To Be Eaten By A Lion"

So we usually – we imagine it as this horrible experience,

and he puts a twist on that and I thought it was good.

"How To Be Eaten By A Lion" by Michael Johnson.

If you hear the rush, the swish of mottled sand

and dust kicked up under the striving paws,

its cessation, falling into the sharp and brittle grass

try to stand your ground. Try not to scream,

for it devalues you. That tawny head and burled

mange, the flattened ears of its sleek engine

will seem only a blur, a shock, a shadow,

by those eyes. It may be easier just to watch,

and you will have no time to notice the sky,

the texture of dust, what incredible leaves

the trees have. Instead, focus on your life,

Notice the way the red highlights his face,

how the snub nose is softened, the lips made fuller;

notice his deft musculature, his rapture,

because in all of creation there is not art

to compare with such elegance, such simplicity.

Something I've learned as I've written it for the last couple of years is that

poetry gives you the opportunity – I guess all literature does –

but poetry in specific gives you the opportunity

to experience something you wouldn't otherwise experience.

I'm not gonna tell you what it's about, cause you will figure it out really fast.

This poem is about an experience that I hopefully will never have...

both interesting to me as well as beautiful.

This is the first poem of hers I ever read –

But this one is called "For Furious Nursing Baby".

a madness induced by flesh – squeeze my skin

are jagged and mouth-slick. Pinprick scabs jewel

my breasts. Your tongue, your wisest muscle,

while your elegant hands flail, conducting

orchestral milk, and sometimes prime the pump.

Nipple in mouth, nipple in hand, you have

your cake and eat it too. Then when wrenched

loose, you’ll eat sorrow, loss - one flexed hand twists,

If you told me five years ago I was going to wear makeup