The Big Easy works for me. When I was in New Orleans for a bit, the excitement of the lightness of the night music riveted me as I bar hopped, a religious experience, but there was an undercurrent saying beware, danger lurks
Vehemence of exercise—these lines suggest that physical exercise can be a twisted way to get better at living and breathing. Why work so hard just to forestall death
Fireproofing the place with a fire burning inside—attempts at a safe normal existence when the heat is always on… fireproofing is an oxymoron…then there is the transforming power of fire—it won’t permit us to stay solid
Eyes grow antlers is a mystery. I can visualize it. I think of Sartre and merging with natural objects. This is a moment of radical insight into the horror lurking inside the fragile reality of exercise and human companionship. Not sure whose eyes have this vision problem
Cutting air with axe—after the antlers, there could be a frantic attempt to defend against the very gas that keeps life living…an effort to engage the intangible with the tangible
war and ecstasy- the unmarked closeness could be human companionship that is unmarked by customs or rings or boundaries, a wild ride that reaches the extremes of emotions
the lure—the spell, the attraction, the thing that keeps the fire burning, a desired belief in fireproof
the spur—ride em cowgirl get the hell out of here
Shadows cow for alloy—shadows are an alloy of light and dark, but at times they seem bright by comparison
Tries to speak ocean—trying to say something as huge and mysterious as the ocean is bound to overwhelm. By this point the attempt to fireproof is doa
Under the holly
Dante's forlorn folly—it ain’t worth it to make the trip to hell stand under the holly and get your Xmas kiss
Talking bird—I think of Milton and Chaucer, the ring that lets people talk with birds magic
and singing tree—post-humanism ties back to the earlier reference to music
Restless with freedom—definitely a middle ground
and curiosity—no matter the trip to get to the end the poet is still vibrant, searching for a way to make peace with the animals inside us
I think I see. One of those things that can neither be given to someone in adulthood, nor relieved in those who already have it, learned as it is alongside the basics of life, watermark for the tabula rasa. I suspect if it weren't for mine I simply wouldn't have a lens. Just empty frames.
"curious abominable religious traces parading forlorn" - your rhythm gets very giddy when you talk vividly about religion and childhood. Mich auch. Can't decide if it guilded the art or girdled the fart...
The Big Easy works for me. When I was in New Orleans for a bit, the excitement of the lightness of the night music riveted me as I bar hopped, a religious experience, but there was an undercurrent saying beware, danger lurks
Vehemence of exercise—these lines suggest that physical exercise can be a twisted way to get better at living and breathing. Why work so hard just to forestall death
Fireproofing the place with a fire burning inside—attempts at a safe normal existence when the heat is always on… fireproofing is an oxymoron…then there is the transforming power of fire—it won’t permit us to stay solid
Eyes grow antlers is a mystery. I can visualize it. I think of Sartre and merging with natural objects. This is a moment of radical insight into the horror lurking inside the fragile reality of exercise and human companionship. Not sure whose eyes have this vision problem
Cutting air with axe—after the antlers, there could be a frantic attempt to defend against the very gas that keeps life living…an effort to engage the intangible with the tangible
war and ecstasy- the unmarked closeness could be human companionship that is unmarked by customs or rings or boundaries, a wild ride that reaches the extremes of emotions
the lure—the spell, the attraction, the thing that keeps the fire burning, a desired belief in fireproof
the spur—ride em cowgirl get the hell out of here
Shadows cow for alloy—shadows are an alloy of light and dark, but at times they seem bright by comparison
Tries to speak ocean—trying to say something as huge and mysterious as the ocean is bound to overwhelm. By this point the attempt to fireproof is doa
Under the holly
Dante's forlorn folly—it ain’t worth it to make the trip to hell stand under the holly and get your Xmas kiss
Talking bird—I think of Milton and Chaucer, the ring that lets people talk with birds magic
and singing tree—post-humanism ties back to the earlier reference to music
Restless with freedom—definitely a middle ground
and curiosity—no matter the trip to get to the end the poet is still vibrant, searching for a way to make peace with the animals inside us
I really dig this poem
I think I see. One of those things that can neither be given to someone in adulthood, nor relieved in those who already have it, learned as it is alongside the basics of life, watermark for the tabula rasa. I suspect if it weren't for mine I simply wouldn't have a lens. Just empty frames.
"curious abominable religious traces parading forlorn" - your rhythm gets very giddy when you talk vividly about religion and childhood. Mich auch. Can't decide if it guilded the art or girdled the fart...
I enjoyed your poems, especially the second half of "A Box to Outfox"