and if it were that easy
i'd give you a postcard scrawled with indian ink
which says everything needed to be known
in a heartbeat washed in cyan and magenta
and a dab of sunflower
the colour of home
and well-wishes before confetti is thrown
off one of those sparkling ocean liners
destined for some hard to pronounce grecian port
"where are you now? between days spent fishing
and diving in the seychelles
of the thousands displaced
by the latest numbing
where are we now is a fitting entry to a novel
you say i'm meant to write describing moments of insanity
and devotion and happiness found in some future world
where owning all five senses would be a gift and not a promise
where not everything would be divided into three square meals
of clasped hands offering prayers
to the unknown yet slightly believable notion
that is god in whatever form your mind and origin dictates
to be the history of you and your family
caught between faith and the obvious
between premonitions and the avoidable
Despite your claims to the nonsensical, this is a very structured and well-written poem. I love the connection between the cruise ship/numbing headline image and the line "caught between faith and the obvious" ...
the alienation of the artist from society. Can one even claim to be sane? Do we keep pretending to say our prayers? Is there a big commission in it?
BTW, I always thought it was "India ink" ... but that's only what we call it in America.
You seem to have presaged with some accuracy a lot of the thoughts I had when I considered the title of this piece . Like I know and I know that those fishermen on those ocean liners seem predestined to procrastination and impunity .
I admit I could like to see that novel , but I think it should be all six senses . It just sounds a little more optimistic somehow . As for your opinions on religion I seem to share them , and even though I'm gonna have to relate the kissy you did say you knew most of the words in your comment so I hesitantly suggest "Pantheism" . You might enjoy how "the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions".
The first piece speaks to me in a kind of stream of consciousness way, where you are immensed halfway or somewhere in betweed the whole idea or ideas presented, it flows and feels uninterrupted and non personal in a strange kind of way(personal to you but unrelatable to me)
The second part is structured, ordered and I am presented with a starting point, it is "mapped out" if you will, this piece offers a kind of warmer feeling of hope and answers, kind of makes me feel better about the first piece.
Both these works as a whole seems to wander from the general tone of your works, your 'signature' if you will, I can kind of relate that this has a lot of deeper meanings and connections for you and that is great. To me this seems to speak in a tone not adressing me or permitting me to feel the whole of it. So in a way I could say that this could be compared to a painting that only the artist would be able to savour to the fullest and may mean less or something else to the observer.
Um, ok what just happened? I scrolled down to leave a comment as I saw no one commentes yet and here I am blown away with another barrage of words just balancing on a pin and waiting to distract me with otherly notions. Ok. Gotta go through everything again later and Ill comment, now my lid is blown ;)