Bibliophobia slew.
Overwrought
bitterly ill,
and imminent.
Sitar
jukebox
echoing
vicissitude
S&M.
Inassiliera in search for clumpland!
Vesper
shriveled,
omniscient
loathing
rend.
Bismuth face, irate hum!
Rehypnotize surd!
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A labyrinth of poetry
Yes! Exactly it.
The reader enters and must figure out the answer and way out to what it all means.
🙂
It’s what you do so well, Charlie
🙂 Thank you my friend. Escapism into other words brings a fun adventure. Almost like reading a comic book of superheros – at least its what I write to a degree.
It’s party time!!
Party time excellent! All the delicious words onto a plate of appetites to digest.
Chew them up and spit them out all rearranged! A new poetic form! We’ll call “Hurl Poetry”!!
Hurl Poetry??? That I very much love it. That there should be the new genre. hmmm??? I think you started something there 🙂
Thought you might like it. ☺
🙂
😇
……………………….Charlie
when they change your diapers
are they robots ?
or agents of robots ?
do they talk kindly to you ?
give you a false sense of identity ?
I am concerned about your welfare
the impending collapse of our system
will not be pleasant
everyone will be out to save themselves
robots and agents of robots
dark angels masquerading as humans
hidden patterns and meanings in poetry
your poetry begging for reciprocal relief
screaming for HELP
readers offering you the kind of reward
that children feed animals at a petting zoo
suburbanites dead and rotting
battlefields right outside your facility
Jesus on the tube, little that he can do
a higher law is being fulfilled
love and kisses, baby bird
MM
…………….Michael,
Right identity or impending.
Relief robot angels
respond to the suburbanites
of poetry reader pleasant.
The system feeds
on the screaming sense –
it’s false agents
kindly reward outside masquerading meanings.
Your reciprocal welfare robots –
begs everyone to pattern our concerned rotting.
Dark robots vs. tube humans;
which one will not serve Jesus.
I bet the collapse
of themselves
might talk dead to the hidden petition.
Love peace and chicken grease.
CZ
Leaves me rather speechless (in a good way) in the aftermath of its wake.
What I have developed here is ‘The Cut up Technique’, which I’m sure your aware of ‘William S Burroughs’.
All of my writings are cut ups of my own creation of how further I can take poetry to its weirdest and unknown forms. I write strange poetry to help myself escape this reality as with my other readers helps them also dive into my world of adventures and happiness.
Too much going on in this chaotic world of ours.
So true and brilliantly done. 🙂
🙂 Thank you my friend.
Surrealism at it’s best!
Thank you, Holly.
I don’t know why but this quote rings truth in so many ways.
“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.”
― Salvador Dali
That quote doth ringeth true!!
Yes! It just made a lot of sense to quote it. 🙂
Indeed.
Scream and kick all you want.
It seems you are afraid of beauty, dreams and death.
You might not be going to hell,
But you could be headed to Clumpland.
Resa, I believe you have solved a tease behind this poem of mine.
Maybe this is by accident…you said: ‘It seems you are afraid of beauty, dreams and death.’
I’m going to be very honest with you…yes, I am afraid of my own dreams and death itself.
Lately, I’ve been having some weird funky dreams and they scare the living hell out of me.
Death…that’s been following me in my dreams and I get really scared and I start to cry when I awake from my own dream. I know I lost 2 important people in my life…and on April it will be 2 years since the passing of my Grandpa and my mother-in-law.
I guess poetry does make one see the hypersurreal reality of what the dream itself can do to one.
Also, I loved the poetry interpretation of your comment. Clumpland is something.
This is crazy, heady, syrupy surrealist stuff Charlie. Invoking all aspects of thought and imagination. Genius bro
I went all out with this poem. I cut up the whole entire poem and had to stretch the language even further than before. In terms of imagery I needed to understand what poetry can do to one and what relationship with our own dreams and how they themselves factor into such imaginations.
I was almost getting scared of this poem but I learn to accept its weirdness. 🙂
It’s really exciting stuff Charlie, the way your mind works, smh 😉
Surrealism is not a poetry but a poetics, and even more, and more decisively, a world vision. ~ Octavio Paz
What can I say about this poem that hasn’t already been said by the rest of your readers? As always, I wonder at the way you use language, but I also enjoyed reading the comments — so many insights, and your analysis of your technique and themes is so interesting! Keep amazing us!
When it comes to using language…I’d like to think of it as flowing rhymes. Except there no rhyming involved.
In every puzzle we all play in, we make sure every puzzle must fit the picture – thus we do the opposite.
Language is that tool for us to create any form of puzzles we want with any kinds of words, whether they make sense of not, or make complete sense out of them to create a new form of cohesive language in poetry.
It’s a very liberating way of thinking, making puzzles any way we want, whether the words make sense or not. Liberating for the poet and also for the reader, who can see any picture they want in the words, instead for looking for a standard meaning.
Exactly it.
Everyone has their own voice and style…and that puzzle in all our hearts is what we pour into paper and express to the world.
Well said!
I am beginning to dig your Cut Up Technique, Charlie !
I have yet to figure your verse out so I will reserve special time to escape into your world of word magic. Till then ….
Here’s something that you can try with the cut up.
The cut-up and the closely associated fold-in are the two main techniques:
Cut-up is performed by taking a finished and fully linear text and cutting it in pieces with a few or single words on each piece. The resulting pieces are then rearranged into a new text, such as in poems by Tristan Tzara as described in his short text, TO MAKE A DADAIST POEM.
Fold-in is the technique of taking two sheets of linear text (with the same linespacing), folding each sheet in half vertically and combining with the other, then reading across the resulting page, such as in The Third Mind. It is Burroughs and Gysin’s joint development.
This will help on how to do it, again everyone is different so you’ll have your version of the cut up.
I will keep this close to my heart and mind. Thank you , Charlie.
You welcome, Yassy. Trust me…this cut up poetry is fun to experiment and challenging at the same time. 🙂
I will do it 😊
I posted a new poem. 🙂 You’ll enjoy this one.
Yeah, I immensely 😊
‘Toadstool seeing inside ‘ i love that bit. horrific and humorous at the same time.
Great interesting piece, as always.
Thank you Mark.
So glad you found this poem humorous with dark bits of strangeness in it.
Experimentation is the key to opening up all sense of the inner-consciousness.
I agree, and you have a knack for the experimental and boundary exploration.
I try…all I want is to help the reader escape into this otherworldly place and forget just for 5 or 10 minutes this reality chaotic world we’re at right now.
Every comic book writer does that so can I with poetry. Happiness or adventure is worth something.
I like that reasoning. Would the superhero to the poem be the rhyming stanzas or the villain though? 🙂
People are looking for escape, it’s nice to offer them a window sometimes.
Excellent perspective. Never thought of it that way.
Maybe the poet might be the hybrid of both. Or so it seems.
Hehe, indeed. Like everything; measure of measure which sometimes tips the scale.
True. And that’s the reality we all live in.
The Ancients of Mu Mu
guard the entrance to Clumpland.
But they’ll give a Senior’s Discount
when you purchase a day pass.