The default designation of poetry has become written poetry. That's why we have to prefix the adjective "oral," because the unmodified noun no longer… - John Miles Foley

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The default designation of poetry has become written poetry. That's why we have to prefix the adjective "oral," because the unmodified noun no longer covers anything but written poetry. That's also why we resort to other unwieldy phrases to pigeonhole events and phenomena that our cultural proclivities have silently eliminated from consideration. Thus a "poetry reading" describes a performance (from a published text, of course) before a well-behaved, often academic audience. Thus "spoken-word poetry"—so redundant from a historical perspective—identifies voiced verbal art, verse that is lifted off the page and into the world of presence and experience.

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About John Miles Foley

John Miles Foley (January 22, 1947 – May 3, 2012) was a scholar of comparative oral tradition, particularly medieval and Old English literature, Homer and Serbian epic.

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He really does shine
for the ladies with painted faces.
He spends his time being seen
in all the right places.
You only get to know him nearly,
there can't be anyone who knows him really.
He's doing so well
and there's no one to tell you but Glamour Boy.

Misty silence of the early morning.
All around another day is dawning.
Goodbyes ain't easy,
so no-one sees me when I go.
Only time is gonna last forever.
Just remember what we had together.
I must be leavin'
and I can't even let it show.
I am on my way,
Remember Yesterday.

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Sitting in your easy chair
looking at the wall,
thinking of the things that might've been.
And as you wish your life away
with dreams of mystic gold,
imagine all the things you could've seen,
imagine all the things you could've seen.
Looking out the window
staring at the rain,
Wonder if the sun will ever shine?
And if you only realised
that life won't pass you by,
the only thing that's passing is your time.
The only thing that's passing is your time.
Oh no!
Oh no! No!

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