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    dots Submission Name: Night- timedots
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    Author: Daniel Barlow
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                        Sometimes i am ruckus. a raucous discussion;
                        the sun disappearing over the hill,
                        the pull of where i wanna be




                        and then - it's just structure, every billionth
                        candle-power. Extinguished. this bose
                        speaker basing


                                                                          almost human




    Submitted on 2017-10-02 14:38:17     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      So I hate to be this guy, but I want to just show you a line or two from one of my poems as I think it's oddly mirroring something here, I've had a lot of sun imagery, and have been floating round Lugh of the long hand, an Irish figure of myth synonomous with the sun. he stays outside Chu Chullainns tent while the warrior sleeps, fending off his enemies to give him respite.

    My poem ends with a line very much like yours only the opposite:

    "And now and now and now,
    Lugh waits
    For the shadow of a shout upon th hill.
    He seeks in the eye of the sun,
    That parley which was never arranged,
    A Bargain which may never be broken;
    The growing doubt of the sun coming up the hill"




    I don;t know, , for obvious reasons Im attracted to:

    Sometimes i am ruckus. a raucous discussion;
    the sun disappearing over the hill,
    the pull of where i wanna be



    To me it seems like we become our own myth, and the story we tell ourselves is what can drive us, and yet we can be so wrong. It's always sometimes. Its hard to remain focused.

    candle-power is pretty brilliant. So much more than the rather crude "star-power", candle--power is more intimate and fragile. Human.



    When i see a word like bose it makes me remember that I need to be a little more adventurous with my vocabulary.

    So if this is the meaning:

    bose. n. "to seek for hollows underground by ramming the ground and observing the vibrations," 1929, ultimately from Scottish word boss "hollow, empty" (1510s), earlier a noun meaning "small cask, wine flask" (late 14c.)

    I like it, because like most words it has that bit of irony to it, and I especially like it as vibrating or diggin within oneself, and perhaps even drinking.

    It might chime with that song too. Personally im trying to stop drinking, and it's not as easy as I imagined. You really need to get some other vice to fill it up.

    Its harder to get that raucous discussion going. Certainly.

    I'm not sure Daniel as I know this could be something spurred by the music here. I do enjoy it though. It's an interesting one to read into. Though I've held off making much of a comment on it because I thought it needed a little gestation. (if thats an apt word). It empties out at the end, or comes back to something. I can't tell right now. But its a grower.

    | Posted on 2017-10-27 00:00:00 | by Wolfwatching | [ Reply to This ]
      how i can relate! this restlessness, and how we surrender our humanity, it seems, to 'the pull of where we wanna be', remaining amongst 'every billionth candle-power. Extinguished.'

    I love how you've given the 'just sructure', the carcas that I am free to populate

    I won't even mention the ruckus - raucous --discussion ---... bose --basing -- almost -- billionth -- extinguished --this

    pure delight
    | Posted on 2017-10-10 00:00:00 | by expiring_touch | [ Reply to This ]


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