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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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This is the great experiment, the testing time a challenge to break free from the safe routines to erase the lessons of the past and speak a new language no more clichés of style no frozen petals fragile Gods of delicate skin Though I speak new words it is formed on the same tongue, So already I have been set limits, and my brain has only few trains of thought with this in mind, it is not a metamorphosis more a resurrection The phoenix from the ashes of burnt poetry pages Now to begin, this new salutation Tawny skin dragged over severed soil, fingers cling to the roots I have dreamed in furrows, now I wake to morning's spite Blisters and corrosion, in tin cans I feast on erosion, I am addressing you from linear logic of concave glass preaching to an open ended sky, there are scratches on my eyelids where you went searching for answers for a correspondence, it is not there Can we shakedown the monuments and build up idols? Still the foundations remain, matters not what skin you wear the frame will never change My mask may slip but the colours the blooded fins stay the same A rusted jaw cracks in speech, the waves of communication Can't commute the broken word hold it as a rubix, Twist its squares in senseless desperation When every solution is an answer, every ink drop a statement, every letter an emotion then to dash the craft is a mistake Still is an abstract statement a statement of less intent? I am pondering as pondering be word play and fore lesson slay, nonsense speak still I say broken wisdom is this tighter more displaced discipline an attempt at forth failed revolution, Scrap the past ways, smoke screen television dead eyes watch the programme finale with as much understanding as Dali's Chien Andalou, what can I contemplate in a kiss, saliva on your lips is it a sign of infection, a tender symbol What does it all mean? Should we stay safely on the edge walking the paths given or should we seek the lost pieces between the lines, What Here? What here when every piece is included? No particular sen(se)(tence)… ============================== We shall seek, and find, the hidden fractal keys which can unravel the chaos around us. Academician Prokhor Zakharov [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-23-2000).] |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Brian, "...there are scratches on my eyelids where you went searching for answers" mmm. Very descriptive the whole way through. I like.  Joy Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles today To-morrow will be dying. -Robert Herrick |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Brian, I love your poetry, you have such a way to make words come to life. This new style your experimenting with is a bit harder on me, I can't figure out why, maybe I just need to get used to it. It does seem to bring out more intensity though and that is always good, so I will try to adjust this brain to your new style. Thanks for sharing. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
This is the great experiment, the testing time a challenge to break free from the safe routines to erase the lessons of the past and speak a new language no more clichés of style no frozen petals fragile Gods of delicate skin Though I speak new words it is formed on the same tongue, So already I have been set limits, and my brain has only few trains of thought with this in mind, it is not a metamorphosis more a resurrection The phoenix from the ashes of burnt poetry pages Now to begin, this new salutation Tawny skin dragged over severed soil, fingers cling to the roots I have dreamed in furrows, now I wake to morning's spite Blisters and corrosion, in tin cans I feast on erosion, I am addressing you from linear logic of concave glass preaching to an open ended sky, there are scratches on my eyelids where you went searching for answers for a correspondence, it is not there Can we shakedown the monuments and build up idols? Still the foundations remain, matters not what skin you wear the frame will never change My mask may slip but the colours the blooded fins stay the same ---------------- Damn...WOW well when you decide to reach for new poetic heights you just go and do it once again I am awed by how rmind and eyes QUESTION EVERYTHING... and make us the reader do so as well, deep deep...you are  but i STILL love your poems about petals and cherubs *smile* later wise-gator jm |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Joy, thanks for your lovely response. It is favourite line as well. Lost Dreamer, I am also a fan of your poetry I especially enjoyed "distant shimmer." I know there is alot in the poem and it is kind of jumbled but I wanted to write a poem where every thought I had is in the poem. Also I have been listening to alot of old R.E.M songs where the lyrics are just phrases and chaos. I think the last few words sum up the poem,"No particular sen(se)(tence)…"- No particualr sense/sentence. This is not a new style, just an experiment.I am sick of my old style of writing. THank you for your wonderful response. Jan/Eve, thanks for your wonderful response. Yous ure know how to may a guy feel special.LOL. You know me, no half assed attempts. I like my poems about petals and cherubs too, but you can only write so many. I am into my arty nonsense phase at the moment. Thanks again. [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-25-2000).] |
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