The pyramid inveighed.
The hallucination sconce,
the pharaohs block arbitrary –
pull out the defeated parallel world.
Depression intoxicates
your laced orb.
Fidelity develops by exploded monopoly.
Untrammeled voidness,
slowly repeated missing,
you look like a turned ripped feature.
Antenna guts;
trashed by the iron pubic.
The evil me tore the glitch thereof.
A canopy erection,
a flambeau paralysis,
The voyage punctuation
composed of rheum beings.
Above you
tongues commit humility.
A flappy neurological citrus –
direct voice-over congregation
of poised disruptor whim,
Corn chasms
fuck through the goddess power.
We belong to the self-annoyed nausea.
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intense! can I play the dumbo? what is this about? a penny for your thoughts in lay mans terms , please? 😀
This poem is a ‘Cut-Up’ poem. Meaning I experimented with text, words, & imagery.
I took my old poems and cut articles from newspapers and put them in a hat, mixed them around.
And then I pulled out all the text at random, after I rearrange them and boom! This poem was born. I added my own voice to add my of my own style and change up of things.
Here’s a video explaining more easily of what cut ups do.
Let me know what you think.
Another good one
Thank you my friend.
A poem of experimentation and looking at poetry from a different set of eyes. Maybe bionic eyes. 🙂
LOL As long as they’re not glass eyes.
Well, a glass eye from space that is. hahahahaha!!!
lol
I had to read twice Charlie.. then read your comments.. Now see the experiment 🙂 Very interesting 🙂
Thank you Sue. The experiment helps me become more of a mad scientist than I already am.
Creativity sparks the soul and inspires the peace within us. 🙂
All good for the grey Matter Charlie.. So pleased I caught you in the reader.. I must alter my settings as I think I am not getting emails of your new posts..
Thanks Sue. Poetry, what I love about writing it, it brings humanity in harmony and at peace within the center of the soul and heart.
Couldn’t agree more. 🙂
A hodgepodge of goodness
“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” ~Vincent Van Gogh
The best thing about experimentation is directing it yourself as a filmmaker and picturing every sequence come to life. Cinema for the masses.
You’re a wonderful poet!
The last line. Sums up this disenfranchised plastic population so perfectly. I’ve decided you are to poetry as the surrealist were to art. Visionary soul.
Thank you Sis.
“The tribe often thinks the visionary has turned his back on them. When, in fact, the visionary has simply turned his face to the future.”
― Ray A. Davis
Perfect♡
The future is already writing itself. 🙂
(You) the future is!
What does the poem mean? This one boggled my mind.
Same here! 😉
I just replied to Melinda if you read the comment below. You’ll see what this poem meant mean to you or anyone else. 🙂
To answer your question.
The poem itself has meaning & it doesn’t at the same time.
I used my old poems and used newspaper articles, cut up the text,
threw them in a hat, I shake the hat and then one by one, I start picking out the text sentences at random. To me it gives poetry the relationship to the writer a sense of spontaneity.
It could have meaning to the reader of how you want to picture it, or not picturing anything at all, and just let the poem speak for itself.
Remember poetry has no rules, sometimes it doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just part of what being a writer is all about. 🙂 🙂
I hope this helped. 🙂
Thanks Charlie, that clarifies things. The poem is about spontaneity, it’s a stream of consciousness thing.
I have one word.
“More!” 😉
Tony, please help me here! 😉 you guys are just mindboggling 🙂
Tony, when you get this message. Nandita wants to know what this poem means.
Please, help her if you can. 🙂
Ohh, I notice some verses from other creations here Charlie! I really like what your mind can do! A wonderful mosaic of thoughts and feelings!
Fidelity develops by exploded monopoly. How true is that?
Charlie, I love what you’ve done here and the experimental process to create this effort, wonderful. For me the last two lines sum it up perfectly,
“fuck through the goddess power.
We belong to the self-annoyed nausea.”
How very true! What appears as random word groups, actually reveals great clarity, offering up the “big picture” commentary. Please enjoy the rest of your day, take good care. ~ Mia
In whatever parallel world, I am eroticized! It’s probably due to long hours of work & going to camera stress, that I really spin this way on your rhyme.
That last line charlie! So, so real, it is life, it is what is happening ❤
Dense, chewy word goodness. Fabulous!
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I might be in love with a man….fucking wonderful and aurally intoxicating.