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Bi-Peds with Bobbly Heads


1-
Silence sold in blister packs.
Medium-taking for our benefit.
Opaque they are,clear as day to me.
Light singing in my ear,longing to do more than listen.
Glistening canines, their speakers always on.
Nouns,verbs,adjectives expressing void.
Whirring lights, jokes to cry to.
"What a good time we are having!"
Pacts for truth sold by the gram,
 Newsprint confusing, buy its nature.
"How are you doing? All is well?"
Never learned that word, data rejected,comprehension unattainable.
Some definition unfound,existence unsure.
We want to, but we mus'nt learn the dead language you sound.


2-

Naked,dystopia.
Pulverised thoughts applied as science.
Recycled people drooling out dreams.
Tiny fragments of glass ripping through the veins,cuts that speed right to the core.
Decide what is healthy, direct traffic, close paths.
Raise to raze.
Auditioning innovative desires to fragment the peace,fissure this ground.
Stars put down and all we have is a solitary street lamp to throw our wishes at.
Obliviate and rationalize if you must,
(oh, we are an accepting lot)
project noise that we can't understand,
send wither on down,
package it in smiley boxes with perforated seams,
and reach towards nothing in the end.
"Absolution,absolution, hear yea, hear yea,absolution"

Last edited by Alkiviades, Sep/10/2011, 10:33 am
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Re: Bi-Peds with Bobbly Heads


I've read 3 recently posted poems in the last few hours. And every one of them philosophical in bent, working in ideas and abstractions, each poem, while reflecting its author's individual personality, looking to block in the big picture. I am inclined to think that either something is in the air or all three poets are drinking the same kool aid.

Alki, this poem of yours is damn smart. Its language. A smart play in language. It has alacrity and I feel it plays with me in the way my cat will play with a mouse in order to more enjoy the coup de grace. Either this is an older poem, and one you've worked over, or its polish is pre-conscious.

As said elsewhere I am not much into the abstract when it comes to poetry. In any art form for that matter. But I do respond to it when it is done well. And smartly. The poem's play on cliche, mostly cliche of feeling, is effective. Then there comes that one stand out line that stops me and I wish I had gotten to first: "Stars put down and all we have is a solitary street lamp to throw our wishes at." That line speaks so much to any dreamer who still dreams knowing his dreams are bound to get smashed against the daily grind.

Poem's end. Well done. It puts me in mind of all recalcitrents, thinkers, poets, thieves, whores, murderers, and statesmen, who, on their death bed, have acknowledged Jesus Christ as their savior. It is called hedging your bets. It is called intellectual dishonesty. That is what I get from the poem's incantatory call for absolution.

Tere
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