March 17, 2016

conversation mental low gene, adopt a mad artistic crutch lean .................a March hare poem




"do not say or do, it is you and your mouth at the gate" 

"why must these conundrums count questioned verification(s)" 

"can you not see that your actions tell us more"

"perhaps, but they're disconcerting to me,
 a bit like teeth with eyes"

"try not to look at them with any part of you 
wanting to be somewhere else"

"uh, it seems that is their sole purpose 
fantasy, delusion and great escapism"

"true that is what it seems 
but fidgety and jump skipping-ly so
is reason enough for adherence"

"how can we tell if we're real enough 
to enter this current here and now 
assimilating-ly invisible...?"

"don't know, read this shit"


where were you going no ware really raw 
resource all oh cat envelope that door wavering 
in the radiant heat ping metal destiny 
you hope the prayers are not for you 
but the secret wishes are 
far baby tar baby brer rabbit too 
you said the genius in madness is 
when it doesn't end 
says to any person 
palming hot wax Moon 
we are near the sarcophagus of Winter 

I want to see reaction 
big bottom drops of water 
on an over a fire piece of tin found 
while walking a whistle quiet 
made up explanations 
folks driving by 
looking at me 
strange expressions 
on their faces 

why is that person 
clapping their feet together 
walking saunter weaves 
between tombstones 
are the early onion grasses loam tones 
radio sentinel crocuses 
and red bud early maples 
are they all stained directions 
each way pretense 
points toward home 

death of the old man is nigh
a tumble belt mutt ohm flow 
hungry wolves about 
I ignore them 
keep feeding lambs 
to all the lions 
even the ever silent pride watchers 
just beyond a fade to black 
and the curtain dropping 
its kiss to 'morrow...


EJR ©

61 comments:

  1. Where have you been hiding, Edward; terrific Flarf/Beat no(n)sense lines, daring word combinations, abstract combinations--the kind of hard-hitting, frustrating, audacious poetics I dig the living shit out of. Thanks for stopping by my blog; read some of the earlier (54) episodes of BLACKTHORNE for real jolt & jarring ride. I invented this kind of Cinemagenic poetry; other have tried & failed.

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  2. That's kind of you to say..have read a few of your episodes, I enjoy them...I have to slowly peruse them and linger where my selfish tastes go inside them...sort of like sipping strong mushroom tea, it is best absorbed this way, at least by me...much gratitude for stopping by...

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  3. This is a kick-ass line:
    "don't know, read this shit"

    "a tumble belt mutt ohm flow" ... you crack me up; and the last line of your poem takes me right back to my early teen years and sing songy Brady Calaway, making fun of my name and still trying to kiss me. Prick. He got his, though. Stupid bastard.

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  4. well, i do like drama club girls...

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    1. especially those who can write the raw parts of themselves out loud...

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    2. the inward multiplication, damn, i'm not keeping up, i'm just observing...scratching onto my skin, some letters that resemble poems...

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    3. Best of luck finding them. They're all over the place. Dverse. Or tattoo parlors. Take your pick. Pick your take. Whichever. It's no never-mind to me.

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    4. shawna fauna lawn uh well i don't maintain very well either but i understand the frenetic(s)...aspic or gelatin take your pick what witch would you lick if that meant salvation was free will again...?

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    5. I competed in prose interpretation; I didn't walk the stage because inevitably I'd have ended up on my knees, crawling and howling---and who in their right mind would pay gouda money to see that?

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    6. tremble forest falling yes i would

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    7. Some people are more frightened of salvation than they are of damnation.

      To answer your question, I would lick myself, I suppose.

      Are you pulling the old bait-hand witch to get me to put on a show with you? You do like theatrics, Edward.

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    8. no, (s) i just want to know that you are

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    9. for my allegiance dances with infinity...

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    10. Are you talking to nose, or me, or is, or sigh? I am. Everything. Nothing. Does it really matter?

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    11. matter is a state of observation...i am talking to you

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    12. Pledging allegiance to your flag? :)

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    13. nothing is everything when it doesn't matter...isn't it...though you know most things like this when it comes to such definitions...

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    14. You make me jittery, which reminds me, I still haven't read Jitterbug Perfume. My library doesn't have it.

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    15. i pledge allegiance and trust to souls i can feel comfortable surrendering to and being empowered by...

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    16. damn, read it already, you will love the character "Kudra"

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  5. I am most terrified and unsettled by people who speak my language, and still, I need those handcuffs like coffee and skin-peelers.

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    1. as if any of us could be lucky enough to be truly unique, intelligent and artistic yes, unique, maybe not as much as we think it so...

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    2. well that makes me sad

      Did you read my poem yet?

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  6. I will find it; note-to-self, tattoo'd on arm. Tattoos? Yo-yo, or neigh?

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    1. i have a design for a four panel full back piece...four seasons, goddess influenced blah blah blah...but none now...love them though...such palatable art...

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    2. Ha. Yes, I suppose so. You drew it?

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    3. started with a friend's talent then i meandered into it, adding forms while leafing through the great illustrators of the 19th and early 20th centuries...and you?

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    4. my talent is verbal and putting together folks who might sing harmoniously...

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    5. will you ever start a conversation outside of my blog...?

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    6. One tattoo. No talents. No harmonies. Although, I once had some ... when I used to sing in choirs/ensembles and such. The very rare solo. Again, afraid to do anything in front of people.

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    7. How do you mean? Is that an invitation to come to New York? Or are you suggestion I go away and make friends elsewhere?

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    8. all county all state choir...loved the singing parts...e.g. Nathan Detroit..." i got a horse right here, his name is paul revere..."

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    9. *suggesting* of course ...

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    10. I loved going to choir rallies and such; listening to all those gorgeous tenor voices made me tremble.

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    11. what i am saying is that is there a place outside of my poetry blog we can speak...besides, i don't plan on being in new york too much longer...

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    12. i had a hard time when my voice transitioned from tenor to alto-baritone...had to come to grips with falsetto...

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    13. i recently played "mr willis" in michael weller's Moonchildren in a local theater...such a great monologue...

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    14. where's your poem (s)...?

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    15. Nowhere. I don't write poems; I misspoke.

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    16. I just linked it to dverse. Happy? Raw as I get. Well, not really. But you get the idea.

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  7. There is both fear and humour, both darkness and playfulness in your wordplay, nonsense words and rhyme, your satirical bent. Unusual and exhilarating!

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    1. An astute observer you are...thank you for saying such and for stopping by...

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  8. The initial voices told me about the darker side of humanity... the silent they mirrors of xenophobic minds... and then from orderly to chaotic sentences disintegrate.. wonderful write...

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    1. I like the description...thank you for stopping by...

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  9. Oh man this literally gave me goosebumps!!

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  10. I see your influences here - I have written this way as well. There is mystery in the juxtaposition and inferences in the images. That is all that is necessary.

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    1. I really appreciate you saying such...I do so enjoy mixing my silly with serious...savory sublimation perhaps...and thank you again for visiting...

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  11. Cool, interesting, and exciting piece. Good work!
    ZQ

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  12. I specially like this part:

    you said the genius in madness is
    when it doesn't end

    Dark and brooding voice ~ Thanks for joining us ~

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    1. sometimes being dark helps absorb more sunlight...maybe I should label these pieces vitamin D deficient...thank you for commenting...

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  13. It seems you decided to dance on the interior of that dark cave of life. Now, here is the real question? Thanks for stopping by my blog.

    "how can we tell if we're real enough
    to enter this current here and now
    assimilating-ly invisible...?"

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    1. we might never or we have always been...seems time is malleable has is love my friend...only we can see things to embrace and prevent...shit my inner rhymer is leaking out...thanks for stopping by...

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    2. Time is now, we can embrace it like a lover dancing in the moment..surrendering ourselves to the senses of life, perhaps, even cross into another dimension of space...if we use our inner vision we open the doorways to our minds. let your inner rhymer loose ...

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    3. Thank You : ^ ) "as is" earlier typo...

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  14. I like your voice. You have inspired me to be this raw and daring! Thank you!

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  15. A fantastical spilling of images and I find the closing to be powerful indeed. Well written!

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  16. Words.. culture..
    experience flows
    wherever
    it goes
    when
    free off
    sidewalks
    narRow..
    tiny
    Ocean
    scream..:)

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    1. rain runs to the Sun downhill too...butterfly wings, hurricanes and so forth...thanks for commenting... :)

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