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A Clocksunk Sigh
Highwayman

A mystery thigh
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a brazen grin
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we ordered the chaos
 3
but they brought us time instead
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molecular controversies are usually solved
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but atoms on the otherhand overwhelm us
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A rain soaked quote walked right through the door
 7
she shook her black umbrella, wetness scattered
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"Deconstruction makes Zen undecidable"
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Look at my shoes please, Red severity and mercy worn
 10
 
 
A storm of words fell
 11
sweeping patters of letters
 12
 
 
The streets are frozen
 13
her smile melts in white candle flame
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6 Mar 08

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ten.
 — raskolniikov

UL listed, safe for myspace -- assertions in prosy language -- doesn't seem that arty -- short enough to read, and better short since it's not talking about anyone interesting -- "sweeping patters of letters" is really poetry, dude -- i sometimes feel my smile is melting too -- a mystery thigh sounds like mystery high! rad! did you mean it that way?? -- deconstruction makes this to serious -- dumb, dude. atoms are what makes molecules -- a rains soaked quote doesn't make sense -- she shook her black umbrella, wetness scattered has to be the most beautiful poetry i have read today! thank you -- i don't like the title. why don't you write the title what it really is? --
 — joey

No deconstuction is play and the end of play, not serious per se. Atoms do comprise molecules but the constituents of atomic compostiton are more formable, where is a hedron? The title is not what you think it is although with my deslexia i do see what you mean. Ambiguity increases potentialities.
 — Highwayman

well, those are good arguments for myspace, but those guys don't really comment on the poem just on how smart they are, and these comments will be wasted on them.

i don't know what people would say about this in p.c. ... oh, yea, "ten". that's way more brilliant.
 — joey

you did understand that my comments were hypothetically myspace comments from myspacers?
 — joey

Mm i don't do my space but yes. Glory holes are my space(s). and are filled with wisdom.
 — Highwayman

what is the topography of wisdom in this poem then? since wisdom is never approached directly, but only climbed towards or mounted or swam -- there is no trailer park called wisdom where we can rest our wheels. show me your secrets of writing and i'll show you my secrets of crit.
 — joey

"CHI sogna di GIORNO conosce molte COSE che sfuggono a chi sogna solo di NOTTE".
 — Highwayman

night and day, you are the one. only you beneath the moon and under the sun. whether near to me or far, it's not matter, raven, where you are i think of you -- night and day!
 — joey

Look in my tailer park window, come sip a tall boy, listen to the neighbors shout, pee outside, the momemt before you pass out perhaps you can catch a glimps of wisdom out of the corner of your bleary eye... Secrets show in time eh?
 — Highwayman

that's not poetry making though, that's the facade we build to keep the neighbors happy. i'm asking, say, how the facade is constructed -- whether you use prefab siding -- standard cliches made subjective -- or whether you start with invented phrases and then back off from them and find more genteel and user friendly phrases.

what is the relation for you between the conversational language you use to medicate the folks with and the actual poetry language which is in your head or forming in your mind or on the tip of your tongue when you're writing a poem?
 — joey

Off the top of my head I'll say that conversational language is usually utiliterian and rectilinear and gauged towards the ability of whom is being addressed while poetic language or mind is an amorphus language, almost a paralanguage that speaks in terms that seems to trigger responses from the unconscious... Public language feeds the flower of the secret language floating in my head and i try to render it a form so others can look and wonder...
 — Highwayman

yah, i understand that about public consciousness. when you say "unconscious" isn't that also one of those public conversational words that feed our sensibility. do you really think there can be an "unconscious"?
 — joey

There is laundry in the sock drawer and on the clothes line.
 — Highwayman

easy listening poetry.
 — joey

Perhaps unconscious connotes a clear division between two things, so find another more cohesive term. Mm ambiant poetry not easy listening please.
 — Highwayman

very nice.
: )
 — fractalcore

is she dead?
 — blabbermouth

Mu
 — unknown

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