Diastonene VIII -- The Lord and Robert Fight

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bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

0 posted 2002-10-09 03:01 PM

Despite my better judgment,
or perhaps because I lack judgment?

I now present
part eight
of a series
that ...

exists.

from 7. The Lord Finds His Lady /pip/Forum46/HTML/002503.html

Diastonene 8 -- The Lord and Robert Fight

Whisper petals of water.
Flowers of formless function.
Spread your hands on
Lady's face,
this dead bird
without a ring.

Someone pulled the stone too hard.
The door is open, knowing lines.
The white door open. Know it, love.
Unsettled pale.

I must get below its jaw.
I must mouth you through it.

The voyage soon,
sweet sopping lady.
Place you into darkness, so
that I may find ...
who did this. Brother.
Robert. Don't think. I know it.

Know you did.
Know you knew
deep and cold as spring
well-water.
I know you knew
though too soft,
ugly edge
and shining metre.
I know you knew,
I know you knew.
And now, you will know
here.

No. Lady, wait for me.
Wait for me. There? Shh.
I shall come back.
I shall come back.
I shall. I promise you
I shall.

"Him, I must kill."

~*~

Cathrene, mother begins.
Do you know the time?
I miss his music,
child.
I miss his music,
girl.

Robert will be back, Matron.
(she will never call you mother)
Now try and get some sleep.
(horse breath horse breath horse breath!)

Years of cut lips,
music, men.
A childhood,
its own distend.

Need then never
turned to want,
and love then
never turned
to sleep.

The stick that placed
its force upon
the small of Cathrene's
sob.

(sides heave, horse; heave, sides; heave)

Has become a cane.

The anger
dissipates
in swallows.

A mellow hatred,
wine.

It stains.
Like skin.
Withers.
Like willows.
Bees
like stings.

It withers
in stains

it stings
in stains

it stinks
it stains

but
one ruin.

~*~

YOU!
a room stained
by glass.

YOU!
leaden flame
frame ridge
of pane

YOU!
colors frame
filling sight
dripping study
blocks her light

YOU BLOCK HER LIGHT!
AWAY FROM HER!
no yes
no yes no no
yes no yes no
no yes no
yes
no yes
no yes no --

(this transfer
of fists)

Oh, and here
the hum of bees
in blows, back one step,
trip the rug. Grab the cue.
Slam the heat and dark...

Statue totters,
falls, discards
itself
among new shadows.

Slam the heat and dark.
Slam
the heat

the

dark.

Poker drops,
an iron bone.
Brother's clanging knell.

Would not give his flute
of mouth a chance,
his whys to tell.

Flute in silver pieces scattered
among stone of empty face.

The Lord gives Robert
one last sob.
Then turns away.
He turns away.

Anvrill
Senior Member

since 2002-06-21

Posts 710
in the interzone now

1 posted 2002-10-09 04:13 PM

No judgement has been done wrong, baby... Thank you for writing more! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I can feel the lord's madness, beating inside my own skull... This is intense. And you've made everything so much more real. And that glimpse into Cathrene's problems with her mother! And the fight... In the room with the statue...

Augh.

Wow.

Baby...

More?

your tongue's like poison
so swollen it fills up my mouth

rs

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

2 posted 2002-10-09 04:38 PM

yes..it continues and the madness does seem to grow... you must finish of course as even madness ends...

enjoyed the series and this one in particular Mike...

WhiteRose
Member Elite

since 2002-07-23

Posts 3208
somebody's dungeon

3 posted 2002-10-09 05:27 PM

If not finished, the madness would only grow. I'm lost amid all of this, but I am enjoying the read. And the new pic, intense! Can just see you thinking, pondering, with pen in hand, paper in front of you, unyielding. Very artsy. More you.

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

4 posted 2002-10-09 05:35 PM

Lorigrrl,
after a while,
the excuses end
and I'm left
with writing.

Ron,
thank you.
I can see your response
is flavored
by the end
of Iambe.

Well, Diastonene ends, too,
in three more scenes.

Anne,
Thank you for taking the time to read this.
I know it could be a bit hard to follow.
My only worry, always, as a writer,
is whether the time the reader spends on it
is worth the material itself...

Mikey

brian sites
Senior Member

since 2002-06-25

Posts 1475
usa

5 posted 2002-10-10 03:08 PM

I read this out loud
and I loved the way it
crashed and vibrated
this is
music
an angry symphony
of brilliant
and dark

images unseen before
that is your gift
to us

glad to see
this arise
again

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

6 posted 2002-10-10 05:11 PM

I did recently listen, urgently,
to Beethoven's Eighth.

So, who knows.

Thank you, brian.

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

7 posted 2002-10-10 06:17 PM

As a full disclosure,
I also listen, many times,
urgently,
to Megadeth's
Rust in Peace album.

brian sites
Senior Member

since 2002-06-25

Posts 1475
usa

8 posted 2002-10-10 06:22 PM

what does it mean
that I have enjoyed both of those?
urgenturgenturgent
sooooo urgent
yeah! foreigner baby
whhhoooooohhhhoooooooo

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

9 posted 2002-10-10 06:24 PM

Friend.

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

10 posted 2002-10-11 10:21 AM

Ahh! See how the squirrel leaps, from rock to slippery rock. Just a moments' pause between skillful leaps, as he runs a zig-zag course up the stream of his mind.

You one BUSY squirrel, dude.

~Ed

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

11 posted 2002-10-15 01:45 PM

Well, as fall rushes forward like an inexorable ocean, and the workload here increases,
you'll only hear the barest peeps out of me for a while.

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