Wanna blues haiku,
February 28, 2009 at 1:42 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 15 Commentsfor you my darling, unusually under the influence
of moon alcohol and stars,
you have to own something before you
can turn it into air,
for after the revolution
don’t read Marx read Mao
honour is not in victory
but in the struggle there.
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Comment by Patrice— March 1, 2009 #
interesting little sonnet like piece paul
Comment by art predator— March 1, 2009 #
i like the last line . powerful.
Comment by Kim Williams— March 1, 2009 #
That missing comma between moon and alcohol makes them milk together so perfectly and innocently. I don’t know why… it just does. Lovely.
Comment by Narnie— March 1, 2009 #
fore-aft the revolution, a little nautical terminology front and back.
Comment by Paul— March 1, 2009 #
I love it, especially that victory is in the struggle.
Comment by Thomma Lyn— March 1, 2009 #
All revolutions, though, revolve around the centre – and yet the centre stays statically peaceful, honoring itself by honoring all others…
Comment by Sumedh Prasad— March 1, 2009 #
you can wrap up your wisdom gently in your mercy (or the other way around)… great ability!
Comment by hayat— March 1, 2009 #
How many times have you used the word whiskey vs alcohol, yet where moonshine whiskey might be expected, there it is, moon alcohol, a different species, all those evaporating o’s in the air, with those evaporating things owned given up in the struggle, ah, we project so much of ourselves onto your poems do we not?
Comment by The Querulous Squirrel— March 2, 2009 #
I love this. Very much.
‘Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.’
Comment by Selma— March 2, 2009 #
Profound.
Comment by harmonie22— March 2, 2009 #
It is always nice to return here and read the poetry which is worthy of being prose.
Comment by randall— March 2, 2009 #
Articulating the feelings I experience after reading a piece like this can sometimes be a struggle for me…
However, if you were to interpret my face and my silence and my breath, I think you would instantly know that you’ve achieved victory here…
Comment by Chico Mahalo— March 3, 2009 #
it is wonderful to remember the stars and moon amongst the revolution… did ya see the bliss of the slivered moon and venus on your side of the world?? … attend a revolution … victory in the day to day grind of participation and the steadfast finish… touching air… great stuff paul
Comment by one more believer— March 3, 2009 #
But the moon is bourgeois.
Comment by Drodbar— March 5, 2009 #