This emotional vision of sea-faring freedom, by poet/singer/songwriter Jacques Brel, received standing ovations wherever and whenever it was performed This emotional vision of sea-faring freedom, by poet/singer/songwriter Jacques Brel, received standing ovations wherever and whenever it was performed, and remains his undisputed masterpiece. Below you find the English translation. In the port of Amsterdam There`s a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam There`s a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old willow tree In the port of Amsterdam There`s a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries In a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam There`s a sailor who`s born On a hot muggy morn By the dawn`s early light In the port of Amsterdam Where the sailors all meet There`s a sailor who eats Only fish heads and tails And he`ll show you his teeth That have rotted too soon That can haul up the sails That can swallow the moon And he yells to the cook With his arms open wide "Hey, bring me more fish Throw it down by my side" And he wants so to belch But he`s too full to try So he stands up and laughs And he zips up his fly In the port of Amsterdam You can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants Grinding women to porch They`ve forgotten the tune That their whiskey voice croaked Splitting the night With the roar of their jokes And they turn and they dance And they laugh and they lust Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts And then out of the night With their pride in their pants And the sluts that they tow Underneath the street lamps In the port of Amsterdam There`s a sailor who drinks And he drinks and he drinks And he drinks once again He`ll drink to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam Who`ve given their bodies To a thousand other men Yeah, they`ve bargained their virtue Their goodness all gone For a few dirty coins Well he just can`t go on Throws his nose to the sky And he aims it up above And he pisses like I cry On the unfaithful love In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam more >> <<less

experimental poetry

Nocturne Rien, le rêve recoud le vent au milieu du massacre condamné du ventre là où la putréfaction des hommes tient au sol leurs mains de Nocturne Rien, le rêve recoud le vent au milieu du massacre condamné du ventre là où la putréfaction des hommes tient au sol leurs mains de faucilles, le sillage tord le sens de ce courant qui traîne au bord du ciel sa moisson d’étoiles neuves mais remplies de pus. L’écorce se détache de l’arbre nocturne où les yeux qui s’ouvrent et se ferment ne savent rien de ce que nous sommes en réalité. more >> <<less

Le ballon Seuil, amer ventre qui nourrit la chair, le silence amputé de l’ombre ne laisse aucun reflet s’étendre sur la surface du miroir, Le ballon Seuil, amer ventre qui nourrit la chair, le silence amputé de l’ombre ne laisse aucun reflet s’étendre sur la surface du miroir, là, où la silhouette du mort traverse les espaces engourdis, à la charnière de nos deux corps les nerfs tendus se disloquent et le crâne vissé au cou se détache comme un ballon pour s’élever dans l’espace vide où se construit son seul mouvement, sans couleur et sans bruit, comme un rêve qui, muettement, s’attacherait à sa destruction. more >> <<less

W&S 016 - Video Moroso - That Day

Former Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld gives a poetry reading of his poem, "That Day." This is part of the Department of Defense Poetry Program.

wake up

A poem I wrote focusing on the homeless. Unfortunate people in an unfortunate time~Please be kind to someone today! Please email this video to all you A poem I wrote focusing on the homeless. Unfortunate people in an unfortunate time~Please be kind to someone today! Please email this video to all your friends:) it will be appreciated by someone~somewhere~and by that I mean if this poem touches one person with a heart that reaches out...someone will go to sleep tonight without a pain in their stomach. Watch this video 5 times in 5 hours or 5 days and tell me you can`t feel it~I challenge you! more >> <<less

I am humbled by the opportunity to share with the Live Video community a masterful contemporary work by the late Eric Wright. I am pouring a forty I am humbled by the opportunity to share with the Live Video community a masterful contemporary work by the late Eric Wright. I am pouring a forty on the floor as I type this. more >> <<less

poème in french d`Ivan de Monbrison