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Transference In The Epic Present Tense
fractalcore

*
 1
 
 
mud
 2
soils my hand
 3
which molds the mud
 4
[that soils]
 5
 
 
 
 
into realities shaped
 6
malleably in thought
 7
 
 
 
 
now
 8
concrete as clay karts,
 9
the national hero’s bust,
 10
and bikes
 11
and…
 12
 
 
 
 
 
 
i love riding that beast,
 13
an albino breed that feeds
 14
off Sabas’ calloused half-Spanish palm
 15
of the backhand that meets
 16
foreheads wont to wrinkle
 17
like his –
 18
 
 
 
 
like the coco sap’s supposed to
 19
age to perfection prior to wetting mine
 20
and my siblings’ juvenile palettes.
 21
 
 
 
 
Dolores is the one
 22
with reddish brown teeth and gums
 23
with a structure petit and dominant
 24
in math-wiz mother Violeta
 25
and the subsequent generations.
 26
 
 
 
 
it’s summer again:
 27
 
 
 
 
family friends wait in line for their portraits
 28
in ballpoint ink; [i need no pencil nor cheers
 29
nor payment but their stuporic indulgence
 30
at a distance…]
 31
 
 
 
 
 
 
we all get our manes trimmed by
 32
                   Felix Sr.’s shears
 33
as his better half, Matilde, stands
 34
                   by his side
 35
cautioning us through her
 36
                   well-tended teeth against
 37
any jerky movement that leads to
 38
                   a bloody coiffure.
 39
 
 
 
 
[i say i’m hardheaded but the scar
 40
                   on my scalp disagrees
 41
and Capt. Felix Jr. gets to pin my medals
 42
if he gets a chance away from the bridge…]
 43
 
 
 
 
 
 
Flame used to be Baby Flame,
 44
used to be without an "hubby-Nikko"**
 45
                   and a "Craig-baby"***;
 46
medaled through history, used to
 47
                   sing off-key
 48
now plays the guitar and has songs to
 49
                   her name.
 50
 
 
 
 
Ken is still Ken but now with an Aura Aurora
 51
tending to Keanu and KC,
 52
                   no time to be lazy
 53
just like me; artistic juices brew well
 54
                   and rapidly –
 55
ping-pong, pencil, tribal, techno,
 56
                   roots, rock, reggae, et cetera.
 57
 
 
 
 
Felix III is, of course, the third
 58
                   generation Felix
 59
commencing eight Ken years after,
 60
GameBoy master, slave to the music,
 61
                   always has a crush on her,
 62
almost ready to impart parts
 63
                   of the genetic helix…
 64
 
 
 
 
 
 
at summer’s end we head back out to
 65
the busy streets bloating with memories –
 66
dearly stored in the mind’s belly –
 67
 
 
 
 
of golden days etched in our skin, runnin'
 68
on hills carefree, chasin' chickens n' kins
 69
lyin' on grass at night listenin' to crickets
 70
or folklores or ghost or war stories…
 71
 
 
 
 
 
 
at home now, with figurines, thinking of an
 72
immediate offspring to the previous utopia –
 73
 
 
 
 
in the city only to fill my 60-liter pack
 74
and rush to the outskirts where
 75
Juan's-A-Cave's majestic limerock
 76
stands prouder than ever
 77
 
 
 
 
today;
 78
 
 
 
 
somewhere in her pale façade, a 5.10 route
 79
awaits my fragile sweaty hands and Elvis
 80
Presley feet, determined to defy the odds
 81
 
 
 
 
and rise beyond the crux to gain
 82
the right to never let her be lonely again
 83
with a name to her given
 84
 
 
 
 
 
 
rightfully, so verily:
 85
 
 
 
 
"My Lady"
 86





* written a few hours ago


in honor of my next of kin:


my maternal grannies
Dolores and Sabas

my paternal grannies
Matilde and Felix Sr.

my parents
Violeta and Felix Jr.

my sister [Baby] Flame, brother-in-law Nikko,
and nephew Craig Johann

my brother Ken, sister-in-law Aura Aurora,
nephew Keanu, and niece KC

my brother Felix III



and the one that
goes skin-to-skin
with me...





Love you all Eternally,

            ____
           __/__
             /\
           /   \
      fractalcore
            : )




P.S.
i'd also like to express my love for and
appreciation of our two schizophrenic
cousins who, for quite a time, had their
turns in babysitting us first three kids,
with our married/spinster aunts and
other relatives.






** to be pronounced alternately as "abanico"
   (Spanish for "fan")

*** to be pronounced alternately as "cry baby"

6 Apr 08

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it's got the parts of an epic, the humor is delicious, within the ink portraits (detail that I love), i like how l8-12 make up the concrete bridge to the part where the figures with their humor and tragedy announce the tragedy and pathetic condition of humans in general, and i sense you disapprove, the follies, bellies, babies, Felix III being the most hilarious, in my opinion, and then how recalling summer dreams in lines 68-71 make up the passing towards the portrait of your own life, with your thoughts and your loved one, the dispute over what is young-old.. i like the dedication.. and how the starting lines say i was and am a child that played in mud, and with thoughts, but also can be interpreted as we are all of the ground, transient, nature's course is the same for all.
love the poem, maybe more than the before ones, but i've felt that for each poem i read of yours :)
brilliant work.
 — nisetru

thank you so much, nisetru.

i view and write this from a lighthearted perspective.
it is much lengthier than my usual so i call it an epic
of the past, present, and future written in the present
tense. some parts are meant to be read literally but
i'm glad it works on other levels as well.
: )
 — fractalcore

L74- Litre.

very, very nice work.
 — DeformedLion

worth reading through quite a few times .. agreed that this is good work, good thoughts, good weave...

like it :)
 — Mongrol

hi, DeformedLion. thanks for your appreciation.
that unit of measure is "liter" in our tongue, "litre"
in yours...but i might try to sound British/Aussie
someday.
: )
 — fractalcore

hi, Mongrol. you're very kind.

i struggle so hard in every attempt i make here
and it's just so good that the effort has attained
some level of significance for poets like you.

thanks for your poetry.
: )
 — fractalcore

added a little "P.S." there if someone cares to read, hehe.
: )
 — fractalcore

:-)
 — raskolniikov

Is there really a need for poets to struggle just to attain some level of significance for other poets?  Thought poetry is an effortless and spontaneous organization of thoughts presented through words with meaning beyond it's surface.  Didn't mean to be offensive...just a bit shaken by your revelation, lord fractalcore.

Anyway, it's a 10...not for the effort but for the poem itself.  :)
 — happymole

hi, happymole.

the poem is the poet, really. and the artist can't be that
creative all the time and it's a struggle everytime he
writes/creates as if it were the very first time he ever
had -- which is verily the case.

thank you for reading and your kindness.
: )
 — fractalcore

thanks for dropping by and for faving, rask.
: )
 — fractalcore

wow what a big family affair and quite an interesting share fractalcore -- I can see where u get ur genyous for words that care
 — AlchemiA

this is so ridiculously well done. i love it.

the only thing is the italics in the title. the title just reads smoother without it. but, that's just me.

the writing is most excellent. it is so creative and, has much to offer.

good work. a ten.

though, if the title wasn't italicized, surprisingly that would make a difference. shouldn't but would. however, i see how it makes the poem seem final, and if that is the argument, leave it be, for certain.
 — listen

Tried to re-read your poem now with a clearer thought...umm...If only every breathing and rational entity in this world would value their significant other the way you have prepared yourself for the conquering of the majestic limerock summit...tsk! tsk! tsk!
 — happymole

...then I guess nobody would shed a tear for anybody
 — happymole

you're very kind, AlchemiA.
always a pleasure to have you here.
: )
 — fractalcore

hi, listen.

thank you so much for your appreciation.
i write all my tributes in italics.

and thank you for your poetry.
: )
 — fractalcore

the tributes' titles in italics, that is.
: )
 — fractalcore

happymole, thank you for the comeback.

you amaze me with your realizations...
and you got it right.
: )
 — fractalcore

wow
 — ptriumvirate

bravo!
 — ptriumvirate

ptriumvirate, thank you so much for reading this
piece and for your appreciation.

hope you'll drop by more often.
: )
 — fractalcore

;)
 — markfelician

thank you, too, markfellician.
: )
 — fractalcore

saw my 2-year old nephew Craig Johann 2 days ago.
a really amazing kid he is.
: )
 — fractalcore

first time i met him since he was born and i'm proud to the
uncle of very smart kids.
: )
 — fractalcore

be*

: )
 — fractalcore

boompfh

: )
 — fractalcore

: )
 — fractalcore

it is, after all, my mother and youngest brother's
birthmonth, so i'm bumping this up.

also, i think it was the month when i first met my
soulmate.

; )
 — fractalcore

I am courting Diana, and I live in Bulgaria.
who, do you suppose, has the advantage?

I am a wealthy, bisexual polyglot.
 — unknown

that's a good one, unk.

i'm poor as a rat and straight and have
nothing to offer her but poetry; that's the
only language i know to respond to her buzz.
she'll always be my poem, so...

do you want her home address and phone number?
; )
 — fractalcore

i'm proud of you, i miss you,
and i love you, mother...

:\
 — quantumbrane

happy mother's day.

<3
 — fractalcore

Beautiful, fractalcore
 — Amaranta

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