Rorschach Pulvis

 

Smoloog Scotoma (epileptic carnivals lick the precipice).
Plague doctor examine McKenna’s icon.

Chevmulant death!
Glechzodge unblesser!

Rorschach smenolquall
rash severed,
and the unclear fright alibi –
brambles of hallelujah shit,
succulent in a brightless phemicarth.

They cheer as we reek;
bestung by reflection –
Lorca epigone,
propose thee, and demineralize the Ambiecology inheat.

 

 

 

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79 thoughts on “Rorschach Pulvis

  1. I got my head around the title, Charlie, and then had some fun trying to untangle the poem – untangling the brambles of hallelujah shit wasn’t too bad, and ‘They cheer as we reek / bestung by reflection’ was OK. But I was completely stumped by ‘demineralize the Ambiecology inheat’!

    1. Cryptic poetry makes good for conversation and trying to decipher what each and every line means to the reader.

      I’m glad those couple of lines really got your attention. All the other new words you found to be unusual are either wordplay or inventions of my own dialect.

          1. Unfornately I’m in the hospital Charlie too many things going on in my body….I’m paying for all the Carnage I created when I was into ripping up the road…..if I Had any advice which I don’t ……I would say buyer beware

  2. ……………….Charlie,

    as you well know, Ray Bradbury is famous for carnivalizing the carnival.
    and now you have carnivals licking the brink of disaster.
    epileptic porn stars standing in line to purchase tickets.
    when your book comes to town
    B.&N. has permission
    to push homeless people
    to the side
    and permit porn stars
    first purchase.
    you should wear something
    special to your book signings
    perhaps a serpent suit.
    don’t think about castration
    (think positive)

    the hallelujah man
    wearing a bramble suit
    carried over from your recent poem
    “Horse Sprinkle Daddy”
    the hallelujah man from your employment
    he looks at you as if through a chunk of thick glass
    as if through the ice of a frozen lake
    as if he were a mole just pulled from the ground
    what would he say if he saw you in your serpent suit ?

    1. ……Michael,

      Famous for brink licking
      and carnivalizing Mr. Bungle.
      Your saw many lines
      that contradict the American flag,
      but about sacha baron cohen
      eating through the spice ground push?

      You need a permit first
      to carry out employment sandwiches
      and then put the purchase
      of aliens head for $2 bucks each.

      If serpents we’re made of men,
      why not the Illuminati uncovering
      the rothschild Barnes & Nobles?

  3. Oh yeah, Charlie–I had to shift my cortical gears to prep for another mind fuck. Prince of Flarf, for sure; love your boldness and irreverence as always. But one day I would like to read something from you (you’re so damned talented) responding to one of the prompts; a juicy haibun perhaps, stretching, even breaking the parameters. Meantime, I look forward to your unique style and divers nonsensical word compounds.

    1. Everything I set out to write is for being experimental and not afraid to stretch out the parameters of what poetry means to me and what other’s can learn and tap into the unknown oceans of consciousness.

      I love wordplay and inventing my own language to communicate with other readers. 🙂

  4. “They cheer as we reek; bestung by reflection”… hmm.. somehow this makes me think of how people react differently to a situation and how their attitudes alter in comparison to one another.. deep and eloquent write! 💜

    1. Thank you my friend.

      A prophecy of some sort, a message from a time travels journey back and fourth of seeing to what’s to come.
      Maybe?? or just a word launage of creative influences from Anthony Burgess. You know (A Clock Work Orange).

  5. “Rorschach Pulvis….” I think I saw them at the Metropolitan Sports Center in the late 90s; warm-up band for Roachcoach Ptomaine and Seminal Overload. But maybe that wasn’t them…. You know how forgettable indoor concerts can be. Something about the atmosphere, I guess.

    Great write, Charlie. Still unraveling it, but it felt fun on the tongue.

    1. Pulvis means: “Dust” in Latin. My mind has been tapping into uncharted territories of our consciousness.
      Words and the way I wanted to communicate with this poem in my way of speaking to the reader.

      So glad you found this poem fun and cryptic. 🙂

  6. This goes way over my head Charlie, even with a dictionary – it looks very clever! 🤗

    1. hahahahaha!!! I don’t blame you at all. Every reader who stops by my page feel the same way as you do.

      There’s a cryptic meaning behind all this…it just takes a few lines or words to kind of figure it out.

      Some words I invented and others wordplay. 🙂

      1. Horus in the eye of Isis
        resurrected with the fallen
        discordant aspect facing
        west for the mass bratwurst.
        Ascued and sauced with
        pork assimulants of sawdust
        served to ampitheatrical
        life forms of Helios

  7. I am going to decipher this enigmatic piece of unique creativity , that is your mind getting round to the language of telling it exactly how it is. A revolutionary invention of literary ingenuity !
    Now , I will read and enjoy the essence of every word written !
    👏🏻 Charlie.

    1. Bless you my friend.

      I’ve been reading a lot of Anthony Burgess (A ClockWork Orange).
      There’s British slang that I didn’t knew existed.

      Somehow, my brain unlocked these words and language I never knew existed in my head.
      I experimented with the flow and action of how I read it and my readers would understand its imagery.

              1. I can understand that. But no one knows how to write a story. It’s all about practice, and reading great writers conscientiously, trying to see how they did it.

                If you feel like trying, you could start simply. Choose your last poem, for instance. If it’s an incantation, create the person who performs it. Which gods is he/she addressing and what does he/she want from them? You could do that as an exercise, write a paragraph or two and see how it all feels.

    1. Many images unfolded themselves into patterns of illusory and substance.
      I’m letting the reader see and understand of what behavior our human condition will progress from such changes of our times. A caution of technology, a caution of what George Orwell predicted that we humans can’t listening.

    1. Bless you my friend.

      If its haunting for you, you have no idea what’s going on my my head.

      Lots of time traveling, visiting planets I’ve never seen or known before. Becoming my own superhero.
      Man, I don’t know what’s going on in my head, but I love writing poetry and always pushing language to higher forms of sharing with my readers. 🙂

  8. This poem speaks to me of a lack of originality and wisdom that exists in our over crowded world. Although, it probably exists in a world with plenty of elbow room.
    The “Stand Your Ground” laws in certain states comes to mind.

    1. Correct.

      This world does lack originality. The bruised wisdom that humanity does not cherish.

      I’m glad you see what is happening in the world and your last statement rings truth in our world.

      P.S I wrote you an email. Have you read it yet?

  9. Duuuuude…I have no idea where or how you come up with these words to put into your work, but they are outstanding. You link them together as effortlessly as a child might make a daisy chain. From such disparate elements, you weave together a poetic narrative that is as frightening and fascinating as it is compelling. Each is its own microcosm, complete with an entire universe of characters, both fictional and real, living and dead, who rub elbows with each other as if they were stuck in a crowded room. Bravo, my friend. It’s difficult to label just one of your poems as my favorite, but this is definitely among your best!

    1. Thank you, Samantha.

      Believe it or not, this poem is a (Cut-up) experimentation of my own otherworldly dreams and what they mean to the readers themselves and the language that is presented to them.

      I love experimenting with poetry and the language itself.

      Glad you enjoyed this poem of mine very much.

  10. Its been a while Charlie… I came looking for you!… Hope all is well in your world.. Just thought I would pop over to say hello.. and hope you have your head in creating a book or something..
    Just to say you are being sent some well wishes what ever you are doing..
    Hugs Sue 💜

    1. Hi! Sue, how are you? Everything is well on my end. Sorry for the delay, I was working on my 2nd book. And the good news – I’m officially finished with the book and currently writing my 3rd book to be a trilogy completion.

      My 2nd book will be published independently through lulu.com by early of 2019.

      Thank you for sending me great wishes and positivity.

      How have you been? What have you been up to?

      1. Wonderful to know Charlie.. Sounds like you are on a roll…… And thank you yes I too am well.. Just taking a break from commenting on blogs at the moment.. Harvesting Crops and winter digging, and some craft projects taking my time at the moment… And learning to nurture my self.. ❤
        Glad alls well, and your books are well under way.. ❤ Take care… ❤

          1. Thanks Charlie.. You are a wonderful person.. I have just a brain overload of information, and so want to share some of it.. But know if I do it will seem ‘Out of This World’ which it is.. But suffice to say his world is about to get crazy… beyond belief… So I am just enjoying the NOW of it all.. ❤ you do the same my friend.. ❤

    1. With all my poems that you’ve read, they are all ‘Cut up’ poems inspired by William S Burroughs. See, life is a cut up…so what I do with my work is I cut it up and re-arrange all the phrases and the end result is a case of random accident of the future leaking. I learn from Burroughs and he believed when cutting up a poem or story – the future predicts itself. Crazy right? hahahahahaha!!!!

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