Grammalogues Directorial Debut

 

Hatter chaos/ isolated creatinine/
synastry seven/
a Pygmalion riddle humor espy.

God of Khonsu cloaca livid/
      buffoon fills convulsing rumor
            outside fleur-de-lys censorship death.

Poison clay bikini debut.

Begin and breathe
thou dancefloor innominate/
prostration hues/
sung tabula rasa chariot flame/
delineate hyper real steroid tits silica.

Tornado Marduk/procedures
      his own vulsellum ass/
            and pockets invoked wuther pop recrement.

Verecund directorial bassline/
robot puffball mordecai/
nice-nellyism, xylem weed extravagant/
melody vocals whichsoever
that proceed and bewhiskered untethered elfdalian/
desecration enteridium/
Boondocks the grammalogues false entry.

 

 

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65 thoughts on “Grammalogues Directorial Debut

  1. Loved this, especially the title! Don’t know why but it’s one of my favourites from you.

    Missed you. Just skimmed through your blog and realised how much I’ve missed… so sorry.
    Hope you’ve been well. Your creativity knows no bounds and I’m sure nourishes that beautiful soul of yours

    Hugs
    X

    1. Thank you so much fiery.

      Here’s my interpretation of this I know everyone well have their own take.

      “Every word and sentence amalgamate into symbols. A virus chemical that produces new element
      of language. Words for the first time hiss, forming pixels within our vocal protest.
      We’re living inside a rotoscope simulation reality. How can one know for certain who is controlling our beliefs?
      whose putting words in our mouth? and why haven’t we broken completely free of this simulation smoke?”
      Symbols can be our alley but they can also be our worst enemy.
      Who controls that which the symbolic colors speak in registry of the subconscious?
      Aren’t we in control of our own story? Why hasn’t truth set some of us free, and others still trapped?”

      Food for thought.

      Miss you as well my friend. Every is well on my end. Hope all is well with you.

      1. It’s a testament to how words and analyses are like brain food for me…I LOVED your explanation. All the questions you pose …yes exactly. Why are we not questioning our realities more, the world around us both hidden and in view? Because if we WERE all free, both in the sovereignty of our person and in our minds, there would be no foundation for control of the masses. It would crumble.

        All is well, Charlie.

        I’ll be catching up with some of your posts I missed
        Xx

        1. Both hidden and views become a distraction. Humans need a distraction for hardship realities that come their way.

          However, sometimes we need that truth to make us feel a bit better for we do not prefer lies over fools.

          Bless you my friend. 🙂

    1. Thank you Daisy. 🙂

      Here’s my interpretation of this I know everyone well have their own take.

      “Every word and sentence amalgamate into symbols. A virus chemical that produces new element
      of language. Words for the first time hiss, forming pixels within our vocal protest.
      We’re living inside a rotoscope simulation reality. How can one know for certain who is controlling our beliefs?
      whose putting words in our mouth? and why haven’t we broken completely free of this simulation smoke?”
      Symbols can be our alley but they can also be our worst enemy.
      Who controls that which the symbolic colors speak in registry of the subconscious?
      Aren’t we in control of our own story? Why hasn’t truth set some of us free, and others still trapped?”

      Food for thought.

      Hope this explanation helps.

  2. I have enjoyed tapping into your amazing dialogue and mind Charlie..
    And this is my own interpretation upon some of the words I have had to look up.. I in no way know what your thoughts are in all you have said.. Just a few thoughts via the words I looked up, and what stood out..

    There was once an ageless Buffoon
    Who thought himself God of the Moon
    Who spoke in and ancient tongue
    While Cartoon Characters sang Songs

    There were many words I looked up to try and fathom your thinking Charlie.. That I will never do my friend… But I enjoyed the half hour spent here with you my friend as I delved into your grey matter.. 🙂
    There was a second verse.. But I didn’t want to spoil my manners 😉

    Take care my friend. ❤

    1. Your take on my writing is absolutely incredible. 🙂

      I know there’s a whole lot to soak in…I needed to challenge the reader
      and push the imagery and the poem itself even further.

      I commented an explanation above some commenters:

      “Every word and sentence amalgamate into symbols. A virus chemical that produces new element
      of language. Words for the first time hiss, forming pixels within our vocal protest.
      We’re living inside a rotoscope simulation reality. How can one know for certain who is controlling our beliefs?
      whose putting words in our mouth? and why haven’t we broken completely free of this simulation smoke?”
      Symbols can be our alley but they can also be our worst enemy.
      Who controls that which the symbolic colors speak in registry of the subconscious?
      Aren’t we in control of our own story? Why hasn’t truth set some of us free, and others still trapped?”

      1. I will send you a link tomorrow dear Charlie.. if I havent sent you this one already… But you are spot on too… on who puts words into our mouth… .. I wrote a piece of my thoughts this afternoon which I intent posting this week.. Then I may be going quiet for a while.. I need me time… Peace and inner quiet… I think you know how that goes..
        So until tomorrow…
        Take care… We are the ones learning to set ourselves free… Keep Flying!! 🙂

    1. The word of native Sweden.

      A whole ton of experimentation went into this…plus, the cut up technique helped to randomize the end result of it.

      Also, I wrote this explanation above the commenters.

      “Every word and sentence amalgamate into symbols. A virus chemical that produces new element
      of language. Words for the first time hiss, forming pixels within our vocal protest.
      We’re living inside a rotoscope simulation reality. How can one know for certain who is controlling our beliefs?
      whose putting words in our mouth? and why haven’t we broken completely free of this simulation smoke?”
      Symbols can be our alley but they can also be our worst enemy.
      Who controls that which the symbolic colors speak in registry of the subconscious?
      Aren’t we in control of our own story? Why hasn’t truth set some of us free, and others still trapped?”

      1. All important questions. Many people spend their lives without asking them, believing their thoughts are their own and that each of them is unique, while in truth they are replicas.
        Humans create ideas but are also constructed by ideas. We are no exception. But recognising this fact is a big step. You can at least choose which ideas you want to be made of. Hopefully.

        1. The world is a very puzzling place. If you’re not willing to be puzzled, you just become a replica of someone else’s mind.
          ~ Noam Chomsky

          You don’t want it to be a replica or an imitation. You want to create something fresh, original, very unique.
          ~ Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje

  3. ……………………………Charlie,

    every word and sentence like silly putty becomes symbols ?
    symbols are like sagebrush and belong in the open desert
    symbols weigh themselves with respectability
    Charlie symbols obliged to confess
    one would be hard-pressed to produce a new element from virus chemicals
    when I see you rub your armpits like a madman
    are you collecting virus chemicals ?
    Baby Bird sitting in his room
    the walls lined with new elements
    when asked about the new elements
    you say, “they reflect my poetic motivation”
    ————-profoundly serious———–
    you live to hear your snake hiss
    a significant source of confusion
    your snake
    persistent
    self-indulgent
    a symbol of utility
    two forms of communication
    one standing up
    the other, PECULIAR

    1. ………………………………………..Michael,

      I reflect new other
      as themselves like you rub
      a Self-indulgent too.
      Of symbol virus sagebrush/
      to confess hiss word elements.

      They become collecting up peculiar
      armpits in his confusion
      of you & communication.

      chemicals silly/
      belong hard-pressed
      and significant poetic profoundly.

      Live serious putty
      of desert bird one.
      Respectability Obliged
      by produce madman
      and snake sentence source world.

  4. Reading this and the comments makes me wonder what song you would put with this. I sense a melody lurking but I can’t figure out what it is… a melody, a symbol, our subconscious.

    I particularly love these lines:
    “buffoon fills convulsing rumor
            outside fleur-de-lys censorship death.”
    Always inspiring and thought provoking Charlie

    1. Here’s a song that inspired this one of them.

      Orphx – Vanishing Point

      Glad you loved those lines. I love experimenting with the ‘cut up technique’ and just randomizing
      a whole new idea and imagery to all readers and to get a sense of how beautiful music and ideas co-exist
      and bring about a whole new realm. 🙂

      More to come tomorrow. 🙂

      1. Thanks for this Charlie. The beat in this track races, encouraging my own heartbeat to do the same in a way that makes me want to run, and run, and escape. Or maybe, to dance or create.

        1. Any noise music that can activate the sense and spark that inspiration to escape in the most beautiful of worlds. Poetry can create that cinematic experience that is euphoric. 🙂

          You are welcome Rachel. 🙂

          More to come and more musical influence to introduce. 🙂

  5. ………………………….Charlie,

    grammalogues directorial debut:

    your poetic (first appearance) ranges from grateful acceptance
    of words imaginatively devised
    to words best misplaced
    people in Kentucky would think you a communist
    words created under impetus from forces
    by no means other than demons or drugs or both

    I think Rudy Giuliani might be pulling the strings
    tell me that you’re just a spectator
    not the one pulling the trigger
    tell me that the color red is from a crayon
    others may be willing to emulate
    others may have begun following
    so young and so bold

    a thousand rejections from mental institutions
    guilty of inventing a universe
    refusing to describe it
    dictionary out the window
    habitual representations
    each and every way
    without the tracks
    Charlie, where does the train go ?

    1. ……………………………………..Michael,

      grammalogues directorial debut scene 2:

      Rick James did imaginary drugs/
      Impetus appearance
      by Hawthorne heights.

      Is pulling Rudy Giuliani finger
      going to bring back crayons
      and other deluxe action figures?

      Its’ refusing Kentucky demon universe.

      Mental is grateful
      of arranging potato institutions
      down ‘Abby Road’
      while John Lennon
      distracts himself
      playing conspiracy theories.

      Michael, the best dictionary may
      be your own reflection
      and rejecting communism
      for Albertsons
      and habitual sour cream avocado.

  6. Three things in this prose: Pygmalion riddle humor, fleur-de-lys, mordecai
    Everything else is back up and it points to Mordecai Richler. Do you know why?

    So, Charlie, I used to get email notifications of your new posts. They have stopped, I can try to get them back, but it usually doesn’t work.
    So, I’ll have to check in regularly. I thought you were on one of your quiet streaks.

    1. oh! my…You know what Resa? I looked up ‘Mordecai Richler’, he was a Canadian writer.
      And controversy followed him. He lived in Montreal Quebec. His story is interesting and wow!
      I didn’t put two and two together. You analyzed my poem on the spot. 🙂

      How about this…if I ever do decide to go on a quiet break. I’ll write you an email and inform you on my absence so you won’t feel worried.

      Hmmm…I wonder why your not being notified of any new posts of mine? It’s WordPress.

      1. Also, the Provincial flag for Quebec is a fleur-de-lis.
        Yes, the notifications is a WP thing.
        Now that I’m onto it, I’ll be more astute!

    1. You are welcome my friend. 🙂

      This might help you understand the meaning behind the poem:

      “Every word and sentence amalgamate into symbols. A virus chemical that produces new element
      of language. Words for the first time hiss, forming pixels within our vocal protest.
      We’re living inside a rotoscope simulation reality. How can one know for certain who is controlling our beliefs?
      whose putting words in our mouth? and why haven’t we broken completely free of this simulation smoke?”
      Symbols can be our alley but they can also be our worst enemy.
      Who controls that which the symbolic colors speak in registry of the subconscious?
      Aren’t we in control of our own story? Why hasn’t truth set some of us free, and others still trapped?”

      🙂

  7. I think every word here is unique. I can’t decide what I like better. I can favourite all the lines and thank you for the excellent explanation, Charlie. I now proceed to experience explore my own innate imagination with your help.

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