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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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I first posted this in open 7 ages and ages ago. I may have ripped off William S. Burroughs using cut and paste, even though I did not read his book until I started my rewrites of the poem. ================================= The angels on floaters fall to the skies with rigor mortis eyes, seeing is never believing. Arms spread out as wings we once had as birds sailing the turbulence of dust highways and skeletal trees. Roman churches, roaming home carrying pocket holes of dreams bound as blankets to soothe us and our somatic burns. From here view deepening clouds heavy threatening twinned the seasonal fabrics of Heaven exploding. In distance beyond barriers of this urban safari, under shade of bus shelter a ragged elder-female chews, as naked lunch, insects groping her gums; mouth sharpens into grimace. On overpass, angels preach down from concrete pulpits onto traffic clogged motorways; the new congregation herded to a standstill. Not one believer among us in this exhibit of terror infants severing wings of angels. The angels on downers rise to the earth with wings of dirt, deny free will through constant control; perform for others entertainment compelled through corrected thought. This is our fake Tropicana almost organic our pride where family is clinical bred. I have stumbled on the trail surrounded by chemical lepers feeding disease in urinal rivers and parasite stench habitats. Trailing in tiredness, I want not to continue. The yawning lion screams silence at its captures, too sedated to protest, all fight leeched from its spirit with no lover at hand. Within my enclosure, the angels are attached by umbilical, numbly I swing in tire tricks. The children cheer as adults constrained have paid to observe not interact, unaware of their cages, of being observed in false environment, always will believe this is natural. < !signature--> A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-07-2000).] |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Brian,...Holy H - E - double hockey sticks, what a picture you have put in my head. This poem is so full of images and info. So interesting. Wow. Definately dig the title too. Thanks for sharing. *Peace. |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
What a pandemonium! Or should I say panangelicum? You have an awesome way with words. I'd love to hear you reading this one. Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
So many images! Your poetry is always so packed. I read it more than once to get it all to register. From this one I saw a stark portrayal of general urban and human decay. This one was very heavy, but I liked it. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
SpitFire, I guess this is another porch poem. Thanks for reading and responding. lotharingia, I don't know if my voice is chilling or edgy enogh to read this. I am not very good at reading my poetry. Thanks for your kind words. If I ever release my poems on tape I will tell you. Portia, you pretty much hit the nail on the nail, there is the usual stuff about religion, zoos and a comparison between the city and a zoo and so forth. Thanks our your kind words. It was greatly appreciated. < !signature--> A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-07-2000).] |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Brian, this is one of those poems which make me feel inadequate as a reader..."If only i were more proficient...then perhaps i would be able to grasp the full meaning of this poem"   a bit greedy here, are you...protraying lots of profound messages within a single piece like your view of religion,"Roman chuches...dreams...soothe us and our somantic burns", your desire of mankind "Arms spread as wings...we once had as birds", some environmental comments "chemical lepers" and simply love the ending...how people are wary of others and put on false masks to protect themselves perhaps???i may be making a fool of myself...perhaps i have interpreted wrongly this piece but these were the powerful images you showed me then and i only hope i were more adequate to express better my thoughts well done...Brian |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Kaile, first of all you are in no way "inadequate as a reader." I think you hit it spot on, it is a collage of things sort of cut and paste writing. The one word I will use is perception. Perception is reality. Thanks for your wonderful comments. Never be afraid to voice your thoughts and opinions. "The stars will explode in the sky O but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die" Nick Cave |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Brian, This poem is superb! And yes, heaps of images come to mind! Well done! |
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