a companion to 30 in 30

[Eluard]

Hey Tzara — loved this:

"I drink our moon. I sleeplessly
behead our dreamy double fugue."

Very nice indeed!

 

[TheRainMan]

nice finish, Kiwi.

that's a wonderful last poem.

 

[wildsweetone]

thanks, glad the last one was a goodun. it was fun to write.

as for missing the obligation... not in the least.

i find i have days where i can reel off half a dozen poems and then days where i'm practically forcing myself to churn out half a poem. those latter ones are a pain in the neck, and i tend to write absolute rubbish.

looks like you're all on my heels!

shout if you want to go again... i've probably got another poem in me, somewhere.

 

[Eluard]

thanks, glad the last one was a goodun. it was fun to write.

as for missing the obligation... not in the least.

i find i have days where i can reel off half a dozen poems and then days where i'm practically forcing myself to churn out half a poem. those latter ones are a pain in the neck, and i tend to write absolute rubbish.

looks like you're all on my heels!

shout if you want to go again... i've probably got another poem in me, somewhere.

Whew! I think many of us thought you were having a good long lie down after that 30 days of effort!

Right then — how about another 30 days!! (Just kidding!)

 

[wildsweetone]

Whew! I think many of us thought you were having a good long lie down after that 30 days of effort!

Right then — how about another 30 days!! (Just kidding!)

no... i've been chilling out thanks to a head cold that has my sinuses dancing

is that a dare? lol

 

[RhymeFairy]

lost

he has named it and changed it into something safe
by calling it dangerous.
he has wrapped it in a box of blame and fear
and forgotten what could be
that for a moment he was happy,
that everything before and after was bleeding sorrow and misery.
it’s so much easier to deal with loss
if you call it reaching safety.
so he sheds his submissive skin every day
by soaking it in beer and whisky
so it can slough off when he scratches
the itch he can’t name, or admit.
he has named it and changed it into something safe
by calling it something it wasn’t.
when his mind goes completely
when his soul is far from shore and can’t remember how to swim
when his body collapses and worms crawl in and out of his mouth eyes ears nose ass
when he cries at night,
it should be understood that the keenings of a madman
don’t count.

I "feeeeeel" this poem. Very deep and in your face kinda sorrow. Love, love, love it ~~

I want to dig my claws into him, into his world.
I want to tear it all apart.
I want to rip him to shreds and hold him as he cries.
Put him back together again.
Start anew in the morning. I want want need want more
than the poor man has to offer,
insatiable thirst.
Emotional sadist, I wonder what is broken
inside of me that makes me want
to drain his life like a Vampire.
I wonder what is broken inside of the world
that it should be “wrong.”
I want to simply hold his life in my hands and know
that I could crush it with an idle squeeze.
Squeeze his throat in my chokehold
and know it is only my mercy that lets him live.
I want to look into his mindfucked eyes and see the glaze,
the trust, the surrender, to see that he knows what I know
that we both know the only reason he still walks the earth
is that I have let him do so.
Isn’t there beauty in that?

Lord have mercy there is emotion here !! This, is MY kinda writing~~




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Keep'm coming my friend, from where I sit, your on a roll ~~

 

[Eluard]

W. K. Clifford

What's weird is that I've seen his grave.
Well, probably. I've been in rain
to Highgate, paying my respects
to shoot Karl Marx's place of rest.

Near Spencer is Don Clifford's grave.
Ms. Evans-Cross is near to there.
There Billy Clifford is so laid.
It's odd. He was geometer.

But dead he is, and there he lies,
James hacked at his heartfelt surmise:
Belief's pragmatic, theory-wise.
How Clifford spins! In grave, as life.



Subject cribbed off Eluard, but badly. I am depressed today.

How very weird a place this poetry forum is — two people here who have heard of Clifford!!!

A rose for you Tzara!

And I get the reference to spinors at the end — well fitted in!

 

[manipulatrix]

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[wildsweetone]

Thank you for the encouragement... half way through the 30/30 and I keep having very vivid quitting fantasies. I think the only thing that keeps me posting is that I'd feel guilty coming back to read and savor the daily postings of everyone else once I quit!!

oh no you can't stop! i'm enjoying your poetry. besides, you sound like you're in the proverbial 'hump' of the month. write through it, you'll be fine.




i haven't heard of Clifford, so i'm going to have to look him up tomorrow. thanks for that El and Tzara.

and *special hugs* for Tzara. hope you're doing better dear

 

[Sara Crewe]

It pains me to say this but...I'm not going to finish. Real life has taken a huge bite out of writing time and there is no way I will be able to complete two poems in the next two hours because I have a million other things I have to do first.

I'll be on the road when you all finish so you have my congratulations now.

 

[Tzara]

It pains me to say this but...I'm not going to finish. Real life has taken a huge bite out of writing time and there is no way I will be able to complete two poems in the next two hours because I have a million other things I have to do first.

I'll be on the road when you all finish so you have my congratulations now.

Well, the ones you did complete were uniformly excellent. So never you no mind.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Compassion

Were you here
and willing to offer me the chance to fix
whatever sadness you carry,
I'd take you to the museum.
Perhaps we'd admire the Brancusi
and the cricket cages
but there would be a purpose in my path.
I'd steer you gently past
the cases in which Shiva and Shakti
coil in repetitive bronze
on the higher shelves, so the children
won't see them.
We'd stop to eat candy
in honor of dancing Ganesha
god with a sweet tooth, bursting from stone.
Soon, at the end of the gallery,
you'd see Her , my mother,
who catches the tears of the world
in her jar, keeps them as treasures.
Here, she waits in repose, in her
masculine form
with woman's face
and heart,
not silent, but humming
of eternal mercy
of divine compassion. If I cannot carry it,
cannot understand your grief
perhaps this universal heart
already ancient a thousand years ago
can ease you. I will sit
next to you under her gaze
and let your sorrow
and her sympathy
baptise us both.

Beautiful ... just beautiful. Brought a tear to my eye and a fire grew, to forever burn, in my heart. Nice write my friend ~~

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Beautiful ... just beautiful. Brought a tear to my eye and a fire grew, to forever burn, in my heart. Nice write my friend ~~

Thank you. It was quite specific, and heartfelt.
Glad you liked it.

 

[manipulatrix]

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[Eluard]

Hey bijou — you've miscounted: Compassion should be yr 24th, not 23rd.

 

[vampiredust]

Congrats Tzara on a fine 30/30 run

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Hey bijou — you've miscounted: Compassion should be yr 24th, not 23rd.

I keep doing that. Clearly more writer than mathematician.

thanks for noticing!

 

[TheRainMan]

It pains me to say this but...I'm not going to finish . . .

great group of poems, Sara.

28 . . . 30 . . . what's the difference.

 

[TheRainMan]

nice 30's, Tzara and Eluard.

really good reading.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

nice 30's, Tzara and Eluard.

really good reading.

Agreed, agreed.

Although I was strongly considering challenging Tzara, after his last couple of entries, to go for 31 and try to compose something that DOESN'T make me want to drink bleach.

I think Sara should get an honorary 30 congrats anyway, just cause she's neato. But then, I'm her evil grand vizier so I'm biased that way.

 

[Eluard]

Finished!!!

Thanks TRM — it's a great exercise and a REAL challenge, without doubt.

For me, I must say, the challenge in 30/30 was starting and finishing a poem on the same day. I'm very used to working on something for days, weeks…maybe even months. Starting something and having to declare it finished when I would still like to go on crafting it was very difficult for me. But it is good too — good to be encouraged just to pour out spontaneously for a change. Not a bad thing once in a while.

Though I'm also reminded of one of Ezra Pound's apercus: Any damn fool can be spontaneous!

 

[Eluard]

Agreed, agreed.

Although I was strongly considering challenging Tzara, after his last couple of entries, to go for 31 and try to compose something that DOESN'T make me want to drink bleach.

I think Sara should get an honorary 30 congrats anyway, just cause she's neato. But then, I'm her evil grand vizier so I'm biased that way.

Ha! I was thinking of going to 32 and challenging you to go further!

Well, 32 is a more beautiful number than 30, for a start.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Ha! I was thinking of going to 32 and challenging you to go further!

Well, 32 is a more beautiful number than 30, for a start.

jeez, does everybody just know my buttons now? Hell yeah, let's go. Personally, I'm very fond of the number 36. Very feminine number.

 

[Eluard]

jeez, does everybody just know my buttons now? Hell yeah, let's go. Personally, I'm very fond of the number 36. Very feminine number.

yes, I prefer 36 too . It's 6 squared — very masculine, in fact!

 

[manipulatrix]

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