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Automaton
Perhaps I should set
my lush frenzy of writing
in blank verse, transcribed
through unmeasured thoughts,
each line a contradiction
in itself, bowing
to scattered templates:
a pandemonium of
abstracted tangents.
Each stanza could be
an anchorless dream, lightweight
passages of verse
uninhibited
by linear progression
of theme, character
plot structure and style.
All form is disregarded
as a restriction
to true expression;
and in this recording of
the truth, we stay clean,
unblemished by ugly,
outdated, traditional
approaches to art.
I shall only scribble
whatever comes to me with
permanent markers
to make revisions
an impossibility.
This automatic,
blank prolificacy
is my greatest achievement.
I am on standby.
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Comment by: Juan2 - 2008-01-11 21:15
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An absolutely brilliant poem, each line flows like liquid down the page.
"each line a contradiction" - indeed, as the form of each stanza unfolds, very witty line.
"an anchorless dream, lightweight" - the whole poem has a light, flight of fancy feel - but there seems to be a truth underlying it. That art of this magnitude of beauty cannot be spewed forth automatically, that there were hundreds of ideas and revisions that needed to be cut out or tweaked before the appearance of care-free could take shape. That struggle is art. And to achieve it, one must be willing to acknowledge what has come before - which takes place, I think, in these lines:
"All form is disregarded
as a restriction
to true expression;
and in this recording of
the truth, we stay clean,
unblemished by ugly,
outdated, traditional
approaches to art. "
- even if the dialogue appears sarcastic in nature, it shows this poet to be no fool of the past, but rather unwilling to be stuck in the mire of it.
"I shall only scribble
whatever comes to me with
permanent markers " - my favorite line. To achieve this state is to have mastered, absolutely mastered, the art. To know the exact word without hesitation, and it is an ambitious dream to achieve.
Inspiring is the word that comes to mind after re-reading. Fantastic work, Colin. Truly a joy to read.
happy writings. |
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Comment by: solaris - 2007-05-19 13:38
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seems to me you were having a small pop or three at some poets and their 'excuses' for how they write, here. lol. made me smile, anyway.
wry use of one of the (considered) hardest forms - and that under the generalised, westernised 'rule' of 5-7-5 - as a vehicle to convey with irony the narrators/author's own opinions lying on a transverse to what's being said.
yes, form oughtn't be seen as so much of a restriction as it is. nice job getting that across. having said that, and re-reading this, i guess this piece could as easily be a statement about the clamourings of 'modern' poets declaring their own breaking away from all that has gone before, traditionally, but whom then use something like haiku - an ancient form - to say so because, no matter how hard they try, where poets/poetry is today the past is an undeniable part of it.
whichever way you approached this, i like what i'm seeing in it. made me do this --> ;D |
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| Very clever. I've enjoyed, immensely, reading your work. I hope you keep writing. If you're like most poets, there is no question about your continuing. Honored to have you here at EditRed. You provoke a challenge in me to work at free verse--not my usual form by any means. Very talented. Thanks for sharing. J;-) |
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"a pandemonium of
abstracted tangents."
Thank you for this. It made my week. |
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| Wow, I am in awe of your flow, this is a beautiful piece of writing. |
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