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Svankmajer's Alice (farewell post)
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Svankmajer's Alice (farewell post) |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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this thread in Feelings will explain my reasons /pip/Forum1/HTML/000475.html Take care my fellow poets and friends. ---------------------- I am Alice, Ever-changing Some days growing Only then to Shrink! the inflatable girl in plaster Paris Words tumbling down the rabbit hole, to quote myself "recessing, recessing more." In autumn collage, you guided me out of jabbering streets to a quaint coffee shop. We took our plastic trays to our plastic table, ill-seated with the roosting priests and nuns. In such company you confessed, summer brought you love wrapped in a swaying dress. With those words, our brew matured, its milky swirls brushing inertia from our lives, as we abandoned the murky Side Gate… In Bewleys, We huddled where poetic icons once penned moments out of history, all the while sipping tea and just talked Of lucent nothings. Wild hares unravelled to Orient-Décor Transcending as we trailed onto the Queen George's Court You sheltered me from predatory advances with their eyes pining for the head of Alice "Off with his head!" Now. I am Alice, forever-treasuring my friends. No, I am not Alice! for Alice forgot her wonderland Through the Looking glass! Poor Alice forever without checkmate.  I am Dorothy, Then Ever-Changing, Subject in part to Uncle's schizophrenia, I utter Geinsberg, "great minds gone to waste." She burns a hit of nicotine; a sickly semi-pale semi-freckled child vomiting its venomous odour. Even in the open street I despise its musk and all of its attachments. Such is the nature of the addict they never mean to insult, and I should know, kneeled over a shaved bone. Touching from a distance across generations, bridging the gaps mid-sentence. Curse my mule logic It is nothing of value in what matters of the heart (?) From the margin of maternity's silence vow we know our the depths of our bound, and that is enough for now. At an early age I developed "The Alice Syndrome" My relationships had always been fraught, establishing no connection from my stay in Primal education. I left its dim lecture halls in the role of the voyeur, the child always on the sidelines of the playground and gym hall. Then came college, It was the catalyst key opening my cocoon. I became Dorothy, commuting from Kansas. In the recluse carriage you found me, "What have you hide?" This question I would soon turn on you. There was a happy ending placed here, a smile a love blossoming but words can kill, a simple "yes" sours fondest memory. I am Alice, Once I pleaded take to OZ, take me to her arms. I keep a leash on my emotions awaiting that phone call. Still a creature of habit I want to forget, just wake up to reconnect, but it is a foolish seed I tried god I tried to explain. I don't see it as my fault, I think I remained calm and open, Still I am awaiting……. Alice tumbling down, This should have ended differently I wrote verses for you and now it is replaced With this, all because of "yes". Even if we never talk again I ask that you don't fade to black We slip into our silence, uncertainty rules. I am recessing. I am Alice, ripped at the heart. I hate melodrama, self pity rants BUT I NEED TO SCREAM. Farewell wonderland, Oz seems lost! I am Alice now Alone. Recessing, recessing ever more e e e . . . |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In such company you confessed, summer brought you love wrapped in a swaying dress. With those words, our brew matured, its milky swirls brushing inertia from our lives, as we abandoned the murky Side Gate… In Bewleys, We huddled where poetic icons once penned moments out of history, all the while sipping tea and just talked Of lucent nothings. =========================== I keep a leash on my emotions awaiting that phone call. Still a creature of habit I want to forget, just wake up to reconnect, but it is a foolish seed I tried god I tried to explain. I don't see it as my fault, I think I remained calm and open, Still I am awaiting……. Alice tumbling down, This should have ended differently I wrote verses for you and now it is replaced With this, all because of "yes". Even if we never talk again I ask that you don't fade to black We slip into our silence, uncertainty rules. I am recessing. I am Alice, ripped at the heart. I hate melodrama, self pity rants BUT I NEED TO SCREAM. Farewell wonderland, Oz seems lost! ========================= Much to ponder here Bri... I am always taken back at the depth of self exploration and the sheer intelligence of your writings... the imagery in this piece is impressive.. but its the passionate plea of emotions that strike me the most. I'll be in touch.  meonly you could give love that satisfies the soul... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oz is in our minds.... but I know where the yellow bricks are buried.... we're here...if and when.... when, soon.... |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Brian this is so tumultuous, I'm sorry you are hurting. Stunning piece of work from it, but I hope the feeling of recessing passes soon. Sandra |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
I hope we'll meet again some day For you my dear have lots to say Your pain inside has to be mend For that it's courage I will send I wish you the best with all my heart And hope you'll find a fresh new start So long Brian Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
now this is why I'm sad to see you go. . . this is the most insightful work I've read from you. . . it's a work that explains further the hurt that you've gone through. . . and what your heart has faced. . . and it doesn't belong here on page 3!!  we'll be here Brian. . . whenever you need us. . .  ---------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
brian--I don't know what to say...I am overwhelmed by the you in this poem...just, hugs for now. Okay? [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 07-23-2001).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Brian, this is so emotive and passionate. A fantastic write. I am sorry you hurt, take care and hope to see you back real soon. Hugs Maree. "little miss understood |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Whatever it is that has broken your heart, I'm so sorry. You will be missed while you are gone. I hope you will find your way back very soon. (((HUGS))) |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
you have to appreciate any work someone obviously spends a lot of effort on and puts a great deal of themselves into. Enjoyed the read. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I will miss a fellow poet from the old sod. As has been previously said, we will be here for your return. |
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Voiceless Senior Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 686Under the stars upon the wind |
A terrific poem, excellent.. We will be awaiting your return i hopes to read some more of your great work. Hopefully It will all work out. Ba bye... Freedom is not Free (Korean War memorial) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I don't know what happened Brian...but I shall miss you and will rejoice upon your return.  I love the allusions in this piece. But you do whatever you have to do to take care of YOU. HUGS. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
wishing but failing im sorry |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
glad you didn't stay gone |
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