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Local Parasite
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0 posted 12-15-2003 03:33 AM       View Profile for Local Parasite   Email Local Parasite   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Local Parasite's Home Page   View IP for Local Parasite

I came into the corpse of an expanse
And saw the likes of what I'd never seen---
Frail bodies lay in a diluted trance
While on their skin, Beelzebub did dance
Calling a host of Vultures to the scene---

Faces among the dying caught my cries
Reaching at me with tender affirmation
"Behold," said one, "as now the Lord of Lies
His curse upon the living Muses plies
And renders all to bitter desecration."

"I fear," another said, "the consequence
Upon th'enlightened sympathies of those
Whose hearts are tender, and whose greater sense
Could otherwise the dying reeds incense
With radiance, and deeper truths disclose."

"But I," I stammered, fearful of the state
Of the collapsing Earth, "cannot decree
The tales that you to my intents relate,
I fear that I may likewise desecrate
The state of things, or yet more possibly
Throw but a spark at the all-quenching sea
And rend my efforts lost in history."

"Dear child," another voice my heart assured,
"Have faith that thou art temparate, and though
Thy craft be primitive, thy vision blurred,
The Powers that be shall animate thy word
With Vision higher, as thine efforts grow
And thine Experience to thee doth show
The Truth by virtue of the high Absurd.

Behold the vastness of the path before---
It is a cemetary draped in vines
Names of the scribes of thy enamored lore
Are long disfigured from their native shore
Upon which a more frightening shade reclines
Muting all promise of their ortive lines.

I fear," the voice confided, as the clouds
Departed from the atmosphere, "That we
Have seen our time of Day, and been allowed
The time allotted us---ere night-time shrouds
Our virtues from the hapless progeny
Of our dead kinsmen, I must ask of thee,
How many yet remain of the avowed?"

Abashed---such that my throat bit each reply
I tried to make, or all that thus resembled
Amelioration---Eager to comply,
I sent the ages each accusing eye
With my cold fingers, and I wept and trembled
As their vast kingdom slowly disassembled.

The glowing Moon who Wisdom now proclaims
Has since ascended, and the myriad slaves
Of the Nocturnal strand beckon my shame;
I see Aeolus there, the first who came,
Laying his strings like flowers at their graves,
And blowing elegies across the waves
In tribute to their unrequited fame.

From spot to spot, I see an orchid rise
Unwary of the winter's frosty clime,
Popping its head through the malignant guise
Of nightfall, bringing wetness to mine eyes,
The more I weep for each born out of time
That, soon as it may breathe, crumples and dies.

[This message has been edited by Local Parasite (12-15-2003 03:35 AM).]

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1 posted 12-15-2003 10:15 AM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

This one caught me by surprise and quickly pulled me in to devour your written word. Only after several such feastings, did I notice one inconsistency which, when seen, detracted from the scancion: 4th stanza, abaabbb whereas the other stanzas utilize abaabba. There was also the fluctuation between the initial quintets then the variance of sestets and septets, though that might have been by design. Overall, the melancholy undertone continues to draw me, reading aloud in lyric odal quality. And I find myself mourning softly for other writers born out of time.

Alicat
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2 posted 12-15-2003 08:54 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Hi LP

I feel totally inadequate to reply to this..but wanted you to know that I am in awe of the intelligence with which you write and your knowledge of how to do it.  It's good to see you!  PS  Hugs!
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3 posted 12-16-2003 02:28 PM       View Profile for Local Parasite   Email Local Parasite   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Local Parasite's Home Page   View IP for Local Parasite

Alicat - I didn't think that inconsistency was such a problem... it was indeed my intent to make this poem ode-like, in that the lines came as I felt they needed a place and the consistency was purely metrical.  I did try to keep unity between stanzas by binding them with two rhymes apiece, but for the extended stanzas didn't much worry about any particular scheme in the additional lines, just that they'd rhyme with anything prior.

Thanks for your feedback, maybe I'll revise this sometime.

Martie - it's great to be read by someone I admire so much... your praise puts me in the clouds.  Thanks very much.  

Brian

Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
~~~Emily Dickinson

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4 posted 12-16-2003 02:48 PM       View Profile for KoKo   Email KoKo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for KoKo

This...was awesome.
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Keeping it...but picking two nits

Stanza 1, line 1, perhaps "corpse" would read better as "copse";

Stanza 5, line 2, "temperate".

Still and all, keeping it for the pure enjoyment of the read.  In fact, I think I shall even send it to Marti...
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6 posted 12-16-2003 09:27 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I thought this captivating, Brian.

and yanno, I don't know diddly 'bout meter, so you KNOW I ain't going there, but I know flow, and that it does.

The surreal imagery reminded me of my own inner sleep travels, and groan, I'm so impressionable I'll prolly dream this tonight.

I like Ali's comment too--

"And I find myself mourning softly for other writers born out of time."

That says exactly what I've been trying to convey to you all this time.



yer good, m'friend.

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7 posted 12-16-2003 11:48 PM       View Profile for fractal007   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for fractal007

LP:  

It's been a while, and I think I owe u and the guys a visit and an indepth analysis/application of my twisted mind/explication:

I really like the first stanza.  It sounds somewhat like the medieval imagery of the dance of death often seen in paintings and such in that period, symbolizing the sudden onset of death.

The second stanza, with the desecration and defiling of the muses, gives me yet another symbolic image, in this case that of the arts being taking and corrupted by the spirit of our age.  This is interesting and quite possibly wrong on my part, as it seems to me that the arts are usually the ones forecasting the malaise to come in the rest of society, and not the other way round.  But all the same, the next two stanzas do seem to lend credibility at least to the idea of contemporary art, or at least the so-called "way things used to be" being desecrated by something, and indeed even, as feared in the fourth stanza, by the speaker himself.

I really like the next stanza.  Here we see an apparently spiritual force desiring to animate the speaker in his artistical and poetical quest.  The quest itself appears to involve the next generation, those who still must be initiated into this world of poetry and art, that they may not be caught and destroyed by the prevailing death of our age.

The next stanza is quite haunting, with the "kingdom" of ages past crumbling, presumably not in and of itself, but rather as a result of the collective forgetting of our ignorant generation still to be rescued by the speaker.

The allusion of the next stanza is well-done.  You have weaved nature well with the speaker's shame at being unable to complete his task.  And finally, the predicament of this era, and of the speaker, and indeed of all of the poets and writers and artists, is once again reinforced in the final stanza.  

A well-written poem and one which gave me no shortage of good fun in analyzing and reading.  Hope this explication somewhat hit the nail on the head.  It certainly got the gears of my imagination turning.

Once again, another library-worthy piece filled with wonderful images fit for a fantasy novel of the highest order.  I hope you continue writing, LP.  I must confess that I dropped away from the fixed form world for a good part of this past semester, choosing instead to write free verse poetry for the assignments in my creative writing course.  


2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2
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[This message has been edited by fractal007 (12-16-2003 11:53 PM).]

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8 posted 12-17-2003 03:12 PM       View Profile for Allysa   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Allysa

I'm attempting to respond while I read, instead of after I read, so I might get a tad repeatative in places.

Frail bodies lay in a diluted trance
while on their skin, Beezlebub did dance
calling a host of Vultures to the scene


For the first time in a while, the opening stanza of a poem has actually painted a picture inside my mind.  I can clearly see it and actually reminds me quite of something that I dreamt once.

Faces among the dying caught my eyes
reaching at me with tender affirmation


You continue to paint the picture and as I  read this, my website partner was busy informing me of the history of Beezlebub.   These two lines caught my eye because it allowed me to invision the teller of this as they walk through the story.

"Behold," said one, "as now the Lord of Lies
His curse upon the living Muses plies
And renders all to bitter desecration."


I like this part because you refer to the Lord of Lies, which paints mystery in my mind.  I can imagine all of this inside my head, and it's fascinating.  

"I fear," another said, "the consequence
Upon th'enlightened sympathies of those
Whose hearts are tender, and whose greater sense
Could otherwise the dying reeds incense
With radiance, and deeper truths disclose."


As this is the first stanza that is purely speech, it shows something different than the others.  Your voice throughout this is wonderful so far and I adore it.

"But I," I stammered, fearful of the state
Of the collapsing Earth, "cannot decree
The tales that you to my intents relate,
I fear that I may likewise desecrate
The state of things, or yet more possibly
Throw but a spark at the all-quenching sea
And rend my efforts lost in history."


This is one of my favorite stanzas in this, as you show the storyteller of this tale, and he speaks and reacts in such an interesting mannor.  I especially love the last line of this.

"Dear child," another voice my heart assured,
"Have faith that thou art temparate, and though
Thy craft be primitive, thy vision blurred,
The Powers that be shall animate thy word
With Vision higher, as thine efforts grow
And thine Experience to thee doth show
The Truth by virtue of the high Absurd.


I especially enjoy the way you started this stanza, Brian, choosing to use the "dear child".  It's soothing almost, and continues to develop the story of this poem.

Behold the vastness of the path before---
It is a cemetary draped in vines
Names of the scribes of thy enamored lore
Are long disfigured from their native shore
Upon which a more frightening shade reclines
Muting all promise of their ortive lines.


I don't really have very much to say about this stanza, except for that I enjoy it.

I fear," the voice confided, as the clouds
Departed from the atmosphere, "That we
Have seen our time of Day, and been allowed
The time allotted us---ere night-time shrouds
Our virtues from the hapless progeny
Of our dead kinsmen, I must ask of thee,
How many yet remain of the avowed?"


The beginning of this reminded me, for some odd reason, of a passage in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.  I'm not exactly sure why, but that was an interesting element that was drawn into my mind.

Sadly, my reading is now disrupted.  Perhaps I will return later.

All in all, it has so far been a very intruiging reading, Brian.  You know I always have strange interpretations, so who knows where this one could lead.


[This message has been edited by Allysa (12-17-2003 03:14 PM).]

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"From spot to spot, I see an orchid rise
Unwary of the winter's frosty clime,
Popping its head through the malignant guise
Of nightfall, bringing wetness to mine eyes,
The more I weep for each born out of time
That, soon as it may breathe, crumples and dies."

Of the whole poem, I think that this stanza is the most powerful. It is a wonderful symbol of just.. so many things. The entire poem is quite powerful and quite relevant, I believe, to our earthly kingdom as it is today. whew... geez... you remind me of what I've missed here.

Oh, make me Thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord, let me never ever
Outlive my love for Thee

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10 posted 01-21-2004 10:29 AM       View Profile for Child of the Stars   Email Child of the Stars   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Child of the Stars

It's one of those things where you can't clutch the whole deal until you're ready.

I think I was ready.  (I am now.)

Not a word imperfect, as always.

  -Carly

"How inimitably graceful children are in general before they learn to dance!"
           --Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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...and you still write with the beauty of one thousand angels, Brian.

~AF~

I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.

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12 posted 01-23-2004 12:13 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

I refuse to analyze this to death (never mind I'm not qualified to anyway)
but it speaks to me with a great heart beat. Now and then, truly memorable poetry finds itself before my eyes, and makes my throat catch just a bit with it's depth. Thank you for sharing just such a piece, LP.
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This is wonderful writing and was throughily enjoyed.

Andrew
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14 posted 07-01-2004 08:46 AM       View Profile for anawnda   Email anawnda   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for anawnda

"The more I weep for each born out of time
That, soon as it may breathe, crumples and dies."

.............im back ! and im glad to see you here, still writing your gripping and powerful poetry.

* you can hurt me...with your bare hands,or
you can hurt me using the sharp edge of what you said.....* jewel kilcher

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