SoaringIcarus Posted November 9, 2003 Report Posted November 9, 2003 (edited) Write in a public place where they are always looking over your shoulder and the people know all the words Sit in the place you're supposed to write people who are more than glad to watch you believe now this place has everything. You didn't come with the package, but you might as well have. Wright in a public place wants them to believe and not see. Approaching a crowd one at a time so they will never conspire or share It, exactly. By day behind new lenses but on their bedside tables lies the common ingredient Finding a way into the dreams of strangers. Fingers tracing lines across their brain A stroke, a pinpoint. Hats and wigs aside, our minds satellite the same solid burning nickel in your pocket. It's so easy to forget thoughts of the morning with the view of the sunset a craving for nostalgia. You can't reflect in the beginning. Down with dawn! We watch eclipses to see life in fast-forward: This is your whole month gone in a few hours. Spectacular. Down with dawn Up with the underdog and down with his gravity. Build a hero that's easy to conquer No one single spectator is guilty Convict popular opinion and make them sad during happy music, joyless excitement. It's because of the music that, they know how to feel. Life doesn't alway chime in with anything for you. No one behind the curtain. Radio silence, but the picture goes on. Count the cigarette burns that hold it all together Increase the speed which won't change anything a lunar eclipse that's just fast-forward Too fast and the film melts returned to a can and abandoned with the building-- maybe some other time. We'll play it some other time. Leaving the theater at midnight always feels like a welcome outstayed. Reflect silence on the walk home stage left, no lights poisonous cold gives a background of numb pushing your thoughts into a tighter corner trying to remain barefooted... Emotional gangrene Not yet, not yet-- Don't take human-weaknesses as failure. Defy your form and it will punish you. Your life span would be even shorter as a brain in a jar-- It's from the nerve endings that you cultivate existence Give and take; ultimately you only gave or took: Merchant of sensations. You can't sell what you yourself never possessed. A heart of fool's gold only a child would treasure. Bury it in the backyard for when you really need it next to the cats and the chess pieces and the letter explaining how to build incredible things. Unearthed by rain or dog paws got the cat in the end. Maybe not, maybe my eyes are fooling me Won't get glasses for another six years-- that's a long time to be seeing things: Smiles, mostly blurry trees and beards on the headlights of cars, their ends rooted in me ricocheted to my left Stare straight into me and move on. Leeches. I stared straight back, cat-like blind to the details def to the soundtrack The world was as I imagined it. A silent film that's not a comedy. I'm sorry, I can't tell you how to feel. I'm sorry this is not braille so your nerve endings have nothing to grab hold of. Just black against white The night v.s. a cat living in fast-forward enriches the soil for a tree leaves of paper falling upon the heads of children who build incredible things beyond me and my world in dreams, writing in fast-forward, perpetual twilight a cigarette burn sun. -Icarus Edited November 9, 2003 by SoaringIcarus
Illianna Wolfsong Posted November 9, 2003 Report Posted November 9, 2003 (edited) Not to be digested as a whole, but resistant to being taken apart into smaller pieces. You have played with many different images and used each to convey emotion. You have a very powerful sense of metaphor. I enjoyed reading this. There are quite a large number of things that beg to be heard by the author rather than to be read at the individual's rate with personal emphasis... this is one I would love to *hear* beyond reading. -Illi Edit: One particular statement is unique among what I have read, and yet somehow captures a basic essense of part of the writing process for works penned with intent to share: I'm sorry this is not braille so your nerve endings have nothing to grab hold of. Thank you for giving a tangible to what felt rather abstract. =) Edited November 9, 2003 by Illianna Wolfsong
Finnius Posted February 18, 2005 Report Posted February 18, 2005 Wow. That was really enjoyable. Thank you! Usually, I'm not a huge fan of free verse, but the imagery and flow of this piece just defies me not to like it. Really, really, really good.
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