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A Review From The 3AM Cafe
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A Review From The 3AM Cafe |
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haze Senior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 528Bethlehem, PA USA 
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A Review From The 3AM Cafe Galleria Cerebrum D'Artistes Nella Casa The reception opened with Artists-In-Residence Each in Black & Vivid color Displaying thesis/antithesis Unique brushes/Genius on broad cloth canvas Backdrop for resident poets Delivering Lines Swirling Imagery Power-Broker Politics Existentialist Prophecy Poignant Dreams More Black & Vivid waves In small intimate rooms Critiques engaged Critics More conversation More wine More glass laughter This Morning Outside of the cafe I pluck torn playbills from flat-nerved streets Wet with litter Open alleyways have become a January mall roofed with filthy gray polyester thatch and batting More batting More torn notes from poets More remnants of canvas, color A masculine black tie Feminine mono-prints Lipstick-On-Tissue The editor calls He wants Lines Quotes More Pictures A Review In full regalia He wants The 3AM Opening to dance off the page He wants To have been there In The Whole Inside my head I sweep damp dust Strewn from streets All I have for you today is trash and cold dirty hands. Translation: Galleria Cerebrum D'Artistes Nella Casa Italian for Brain-Gallery of the Artists In Residence [This message has been edited by haze (edited 01-13-2000).] |
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Hawk183 Member
since 1999-12-24
Posts 130 |
Haze, What can I say except DAMN!  I am always impressed by your writing... there seems to be no subject you cannot trancend beyond the realm of the mundane, and make an interesting and esoteric work...Thanks again! Hawk |
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haze Senior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 528Bethlehem, PA USA |
hawk i thank you much. This is about a dream (yes poetry & paintings do wake me up at night) I spent last night sorely stuck between sleep & awake. Paintings (images) kept showing themselves to me and then they were gone...*pouff* like a dream. But the poetry...Words, phrases, complete poems were being read to me (in my voice) and they were great! I wish I could have remembered even one line...I got up at 3 am and tried...nope. Don't tell me to keep a tablet by the bed because, when I was consciously awake...it was all dust & remnants. But I wish you could have seen the color. Thank you again for your compliments. They do mean much. Til Again, ~haze |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
Haze, While I'm not particularly comfortable with some of the line lengths here especially in the third stanza -- don't think that quite works in the way you intended, I do believe you've captured the moment very well. The ending seems a bit out of place or rather I didn't feel the punch (kind of knew where you were going). One of these days, maybe we can talk dialectic and existentialism? Are you an Adorno fan? Brad |
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haze Senior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 528Bethlehem, PA USA |
Slice & Dice at will Sir Brad... The 3rd stanza is to read stacato...like a fist, an editor's fist... Bamp! Bamp! Bamp! on the desk...I want want want!!! Regarding the punch at the end...I want an absent one...Resignation, I am resigned to the trash left by my wanton muse, cold dirty hands. Adorno? No. Corso-Yes...now argue he is not an existentialist...but he is. I would much enjoy a talk with you on this...I think. Til Again ~haze Ps...Thank you for the read. [This message has been edited by haze (edited 01-17-2000).] |
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