Zion King https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t1438 Runboard| Zion King en-us Fri, 29 Mar 2024 01:20:59 +0000 Fri, 29 Mar 2024 01:20:59 +0000 https://www.runboard.com/ rssfeeds_managingeditor@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds managing editor) rssfeeds_webmaster@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds webmaster) akBBS 60 Re: Zion Kinghttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9857,from=rss#post9857https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9857,from=rss#post9857Where do I start in explaining the inspiration? I read an astrology blog about the myth of Saturn, which grabbed me for a variety of personal/intellectual reasons. Moving along the thought stream thus triggered, I began conflating the Saturn myth with the Moses myth. I had always seen the Jewish adventure in Saturnian light. Moving from there, I looked to a more universal mythology, which this piece is an attempt to capture. Thank you for enjoying my fantasy.nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Sun, 21 Aug 2011 14:32:00 +0000 Re: Zion Kinghttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9848,from=rss#post9848https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9848,from=rss#post9848Mark me down as enamored. The second-half is a live current of energy... quote:These gods that rearrange my life, leave me to lead their hysterical charge; I rage in my desert madness. My loins slaked in ravaging, in horror I admit these bastards, Yes, yes, yes. The "voice" breaks forth fueled by bitter futility, though I sense that he is not resigned, despite the climate of desperation given. Alone, forsaken human-chattel left to graze in a prairie of sand and misfortune... I get solitude from the final lines, a struggle to stave off the lunacy that the pre-set path would seek to cultivate. I am curious as to the inspiration for this. For what it counts (not much!), I like the way the text is structured, each line ripping in as the other one ends. I can hear it being read in this way. alki nondisclosed_email@example.com (Alkiviades)Sat, 20 Aug 2011 19:23:36 +0000 Re: Zion Kinghttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9845,from=rss#post9845https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9845,from=rss#post9845Not sure what to make of the poem, Libra. Its sense eludes me. Meaning, however, does not, which is maybe a contradiction. It is the last line that comes through. I always respond to your imagination. Pretty fecund it is. And textured. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sat, 20 Aug 2011 12:07:23 +0000 Zion Kinghttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9793,from=rss#post9793https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9793,from=rss#post9793Zion King     Deprived of my father's home to save my fate: Champion, slave, my lady's precious pet allowed to roam uncaged. I am icon for that brutal tale, riches to rags of war, of revolution. Witness to miracles, parting of waves, of ways. The old king fallen, betrayed by his beloved foster son. A renamed jester, barely beyond his teens, takes the helm, insists on tribute, on adoration, to deliver the goods -- a shiv to the guts, left to waste, spoiling the table. These gods that rearrange my life, leave me to lead their hysterical charge; I rage in my desert madness. My loins slaked in ravaging, in horror I admit these bastards, marching out of turn, sneering at my pleas, unkempt in rum and gaming. These the fates see fit to unleash upon the fields to speak for me. I am left, always on the threshold, always just below the next horizon. I am left to blame for the jagged rocks projected in my name.       August 14, 2011nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Sun, 14 Aug 2011 21:55:33 +0000