Either, other, or, no not me.
I am sentenced here to pleasing demons,
rising fire-winged from the depths of my ill remorseful soul,
bleeding my heart into submission,
taking no care in banishing my identity into the abyss of that dark sea I over flew many decades ago.
The wide sea tears away at the flesh of my being as crashing waves crash endlessly about for my self-lost identity.
By the light of improbability
The other stakes the claim of passion in verse as stakes pluck his eyes.
Seeing by not seeing, as now truly has light shone his way and all things clear,
a vision of what's to come. Let me be blind to this world and hence traverse
the endless wild of being.
For when my others falter,
I sit sipping my muddied drink and swirl the smoke taken in and taken out.
By lit darkness my eyes swell a tear or two, one from the smoke that infests my lungs
and the other for the days that should have come.
The studio creaks out its asbestos skin as it lay silent.
No strokes brush the coarse canvas with their customary passionate hues.
No voices break with laughter the silence that becomes my days ever more.
The doors must close a final time and I sit longing for the days that should have come.
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The images (pics.) seem to offer the reader some reflection on the words, a sort of motivation for the reader.
I am debating on whether I should show "Paradise Now" for my Parents. What do you think?
hell yeah, show them, show them everything
das ver nice! das crazy borat nice!
no seriously, i like the format of grouped stanzans like you do, but i liked the "passage unknown" more than this one.. it comes through clearer.. like its been through a final revision. this one feels like its the first draft.. am i being too critical?
maybe think of what the three paragraphs read like together, without their corresponding pictures as reference.. and THEN include the pictures..
do i know what i'm talking about? not necessarily.
Or transform the images into words or stanzas, which reflect thematically the images. Then take them out
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IBJ, i said these lines were orphaned groupings of words. I didn't place them in any format. It will be a work in process.
Tree, don't mock me! I haven't done that since elementary school.
Ted Berrigan--a published poet--wrote this book called, "sonnets"--for each poem--before he even wrote the poems--he made fifty or so collages. Afterwards, he transformed those collages into poems.
mocking you?
I am hurt.
hey transient ;)
how have you been?
I was just wondering if that picture of the boy is your son.
I just kind of had that feeling after I read that math blog.
Hi sweet, all is well. Been very busy lately.
Yes that boy at the beach is my oldest son. (he's the math blogger, but he hasn't had time to post, he's very busy too)
All of my assumptions about your pictures have been right so far...
Its kind of ironic.
Ironic or scary?
Wait a minute...you're not who you say you are, are you?
why scary? lol what do you mean...?
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