adornomatadoro
December 5, 2009 at 3:34 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 8 CommentsTags: poetry, writing
some words are beautiful all by themselves
like
dissolution
the abstract after all
so crystalline
“some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem” Chucky, but we disagree most unpleasantly over attitude and scent. And that goddamn Woody Guthrie poster, tear it down
some vague chance of rain, man
or beer. no genius, no creativity, no planet, barren as a king forsaken
give it bright blue eyes in a clear night sky
you know in some societies they respect the dissenting voice, some make treasure of it, though rarely by pandering
to all those other silent creepy things in darkened corners, tuning radar beeping, anonomatterpayeah, to dance with daemons one must partly daemon be when
disbelief becomes so rapidly
most purely and like diamond crystalline
irrelevant
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Charles Bukowski – to the whore who took my poems
Comment by Paul Squires — December 5, 2009 #
the title all by itself is a beautiful word
the idea of the abstract crystalline –
what a wonderfull wow it is
Comment by tipota — December 6, 2009 #
Love ‘anonmatterpayeah’. There are indeed many words which are beautiful by themselves. You have a lot of double letters in this one! The good thing about poetry is that you can do exactly what you want.
Comment by Gabrielle Bryden — December 6, 2009 #
This poem sighs in its brilliance… I love this in particular, ‘give it bright blue eyes in a clear night sky’ … an image that will stay with me long after I leave this page.
Comment by Tracey — December 6, 2009 #
You just have so much fun…
Comment by Patrice — December 8, 2009 #
Love the crystalline diamond disbelief utterly spot on and beautiful
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Comment by Mental Mist — December 9, 2009 #
Paul, wow.
Comment by harmonie22 — December 9, 2009 #
So much of beauty is lavish, abundant, there all by itself, appearing without anyone’s understanding, more than sense can take in.
Like this poem — which is rich in beauty, all textured with it.
Comment by Aletha — December 25, 2009 #