...is my poor attempts at eloquence. Mostly, I need an excuse to update this thing, so here's some bad poetry. It's like Christmas in August, right? And no, I don't really title these things. I'm not even sure I finished some of these, since I open this thing so infrequently.
Alpha
Speakers crooning
As they often do
Fragile glass
Filled with liver damage
Decadent confections
Corrupt a forgotten smile
Dopamine flutters
Like dandelions in the wind
Beta
Of two forms
In company, in laughter
Gears churning
Behind the curtain
Lying quiet
Fearful of falling bombs
Trigger hangs
Target in the center
Pull the switch
Shields crumble
Broken fortress exposed
Alarms sound
Defend the bulwark
Walls rebuilt
Only to fall again
Trigger hangs
Target in the center
Pull the switch
Gamma
Silence too often recurrent
And never blissful or profound
Punctuates discordian static
No more than bedlam devoid of succor
A friendship tranquil and empty
With allies welcome though bitter and dark
Dulls the quiet refrain of regret
To calm the wish to populate the silence
And thus comes not calm but complacence
With a journey ever downward
Along a path of no returns
And a silent ending of its own
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
A Recognition Scene
For context, you can listen to the following (or at least Google the lyrics):
More specifically, the recognition scene (or anagnorisis) in a Greek drama involves the sudden revelation to the main character of a critical fact. The most well-known example is probably the scene in Oedipos Tyrannos in which Oedipus learns that he is the murderer (of his own father) at the center of the play's central conflict (the plague) and the husband of his own mother (the queen). The recognition scene in the embedded Mountain Goats song is sweeter, in some ways (and not just because of the stolen candy), as it captures in time the moment in time when one of a pair of friends realizes not only that the other is crucial to his or her (though the singer is male, it's not specifically called out as such in the song's narrative) life, but that they will probably be separated someday. It's a bittersweet moment, and one that many people can probably relate to.
I do not often free-write, but I'm in the mood to, and recognition scenes are on my mind. So here's a recognition scene (post-writing comment: in verse, apparently, even if prose was my original intent). I make no apologies for the lack of literary quality, as the intent here is to put words to paper (haven't I done that already up above?), and there's Guinness and Jameson both at hand. Hopefully, the words that follow do not assault the senses violently, at the very least.
Ordered strips of gray concrete
Dividing patches of densely packed snow
So blinding in the early morning sun
Mercury hovers in digits solitary
And the wind defies the numbers
Stinging skin, dying it painfully red
But it is that time appointed
A finger already numb from cold
Rings a doorbell in sweet anticipation
Yet harsh exposure continues
The programmed chime left unanswered
A meeting perhaps forgotten or forestalled
Minutes tick while the flow of blood slows
And dry eyes well with tears soon frozen
By the bitter truths of mid-December
Something masquerading as a finger
Strikes the doorbell thrice more
First in concern, then desperation, and finally anger
Morning crawls on, limping in the harsh chill
Time passes unmarked as higher thought declines
Such that departure is dismissed on principle
An age goes by and only then a door opens
Fury hardened in winter melts like ice in summer
Leaving only three words spoken from visitor to guest
More specifically, the recognition scene (or anagnorisis) in a Greek drama involves the sudden revelation to the main character of a critical fact. The most well-known example is probably the scene in Oedipos Tyrannos in which Oedipus learns that he is the murderer (of his own father) at the center of the play's central conflict (the plague) and the husband of his own mother (the queen). The recognition scene in the embedded Mountain Goats song is sweeter, in some ways (and not just because of the stolen candy), as it captures in time the moment in time when one of a pair of friends realizes not only that the other is crucial to his or her (though the singer is male, it's not specifically called out as such in the song's narrative) life, but that they will probably be separated someday. It's a bittersweet moment, and one that many people can probably relate to.
I do not often free-write, but I'm in the mood to, and recognition scenes are on my mind. So here's a recognition scene (post-writing comment: in verse, apparently, even if prose was my original intent). I make no apologies for the lack of literary quality, as the intent here is to put words to paper (haven't I done that already up above?), and there's Guinness and Jameson both at hand. Hopefully, the words that follow do not assault the senses violently, at the very least.
Ordered strips of gray concrete
Dividing patches of densely packed snow
So blinding in the early morning sun
Mercury hovers in digits solitary
And the wind defies the numbers
Stinging skin, dying it painfully red
But it is that time appointed
A finger already numb from cold
Rings a doorbell in sweet anticipation
Yet harsh exposure continues
The programmed chime left unanswered
A meeting perhaps forgotten or forestalled
Minutes tick while the flow of blood slows
And dry eyes well with tears soon frozen
By the bitter truths of mid-December
Something masquerading as a finger
Strikes the doorbell thrice more
First in concern, then desperation, and finally anger
Morning crawls on, limping in the harsh chill
Time passes unmarked as higher thought declines
Such that departure is dismissed on principle
An age goes by and only then a door opens
Fury hardened in winter melts like ice in summer
Leaving only three words spoken from visitor to guest
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