Description: I'm not keen on the title, so I'm open to suggestions.
The Poetic Drug -------------------------------------------
Snort the lines
until ink drips onto your desk.
Pop words like pills
until your stomach aches with fullness.
until you vomit leopards.
Smoke Neruda like crack.
Hit a bong full of Baudelaire.
Inject haiku heroin.
This word-induced high
sticks like glue in your memory.
You'll never kick the addiction,
but it won't kill you.
You may even grow brain cells
instead of making them fizzle
like soap bubbles.
yes, the more poetry we read, the more we learn...and as poets we really need to imbibe, shoot up, pop as much poetry as we can, because it will make us take good trips and sometimes inspire us to create and sell more of our own drugs/poems.
enjoyed the poem, cuddledumplining. It was interesting, and true, too. when i think about it, poetry is like a drug. A good drug, though. One that we want to take, and it won't do any harm. I agree that the title matches the poem.
I feel it biting aswell. I only really started writing this year, but I'm finding it hard just to go through a night without picking up a pen, even if I've got nothing to write it's nice to just sit and think of something, and this site is also an addict trap can't stop commenting or reading but at least it's using brain cells like you say. Well written liked it.
Now I wasn't quite expecting this from the title, although I dared venture in here because of it being on someones favourites list, and to my delight the title was literally what the image entailed. Now I do agree that the title doesn't really serve the poem justice and it almost made me not have a look at it, which I am now delighted that I did. Suggestions for a title .. well .. I was thinking something along the alines of 'Addiction, restriction, prohibition to criminalisation' ..or 'wasted on lines of meter and poetic devices' .. or 'Drug coctails of poetry' .. maybe 'progressive addiction .. or something along those lines .. I like long titles so .. sorry if they are a little long ..
On the contense you cover a wide spectre there..maybe missing an association with inhaling ..sniffing .. things like popplers, gold .. or nitrous..you know .. laughing gas .. surely you know ..heh. . .. huffled, sniffed .. along the lines of 'inhale/sniff a golden bottle of ... hmm well who could that be ? Ginsberg ? ..Thomas Dylan ? .. Sylvia Platt.. Ezra Pound .. I dunno .. you tell me . And of course .. drop .. I do think a poem like this should include the old pictures, squares or liquid drops .. in teh gums .. in the eye .. acid .. which again makes me think of the old beat poets ..mostly Burroughs ..I could ramble names although I am sure you have your own associations that would suit this .. being your poem .. better ,..
...decay like soap bubbles .. this idea of decay in bursts .. or pops ..almost makes me think of brain bubbles .. I guess that was your intention.. which fits the image of drugs awesomely.. I also think it does fit well the rush of poesi and the ..epiphanies .. or realisations that a flow of words or metaphorical image can hold in it .. popping like a bubble ..or a river released from the blockade of a dam ..
hope my two kroners worth was worth something , have a good holidays ,
Really glad i stumbled on this one. 'Poet' is the core of my identity...though it was 'junkie' for a while. So i can especially relate to both facets of the analogy you have woven here.
"Bong full of Baudelaire" just slays me Amy...Hehehehehehe...LMFAO. And i have to tell you it is refreshing for me to make light of him. I have a love/hate with old Chuck. I love his poetry. Yet, everytime i reread 'Les Fleurs du Mal' i feel terribly inept about my own talents. Honestly, it makes me want to quit writing every time i read that book. The last time was in February. I finished...threw it on the floor...kicked it under the bed...then burned my poems. Dramatic...i know. I also swore never to read it again, we'll see, its sitting there on the shelf staring at me right now.
Sheeshk...on to the poem already. Dang it! Not a lot needs fixin' here. I'm racking my brain for pertinent drug slang. Perhaps 'dissolve' might work better for 'decay'. I don't really think of bubbles decaying. I know what you're driving at though.
For a title maybe 'Fix'...or 'Hit'...or 'Slam'...or 'Stick'... or 'Stuck'...or 'Tweek'... or 'Geek'... oh i don't know...don't listen to me.
This is the poem i wish i wrote. Gonna have to fav. it.
holy frijoles! what can really be said that hasn't been said here already? not nothing. Vomit leopards, suhweet Mother Mary, classic. How come I never read this one before? don't know, friggin good stuff
I HAVENT SEEN SO MANY COMMENTS ON A POEM BEFORE THIS ONE! this poem is pure genius if you ask me. i like drugs and poetry so its a win win with me.. heh... i would pic a fav line but that wouldnt be fair to the brilliance of the rest of the poem. nice!
I was liking this pretty much until the end. It was so dark and dark and dark and then oh my gosh happy happy happy it's a good drug! My brain pretty much shouted NO! But I guess that's because a lot of the time I view poetry as one of those things that I am a slave of. Don't get me wrong, I really do love writing, but sometimes I feel so chained to my ability - which in time has become my identity - that it is the poetry which writes me, and not I that writes the poetry. But other than the ending, which seemed to disrupt the flow of the poem and make it slightly corny (in my opinion) I really did like it. Especially the beginning, about snorting the lines until ink drops on your desk; very cool. Sometimes I feel like I'm on a word-induced high, as you said. Great write.
"Sticks like glue in your memory You'll never kick the addiction But it won't kill you"
Just like what I said in your journal entry, FREAKIN AMAZING. The Poetry Drug is an awesome title. Look how many comments and views you've had so far, that really has a connection with the title, I think. I enjoyed this one very much. I love the concept of snorting lines and popping words like pills. It's a great connection between two very different habits, or releases I guess you could say, - although very different - you've made this connection great. Yeah, I've used the word connection four times now. . . . LoL Have a great night! Great job. -blt
I like this especially as an ex-substance abuser...actually words ended up being the only substitute that worked to get me off the "junk"...it's a great sub for the drugs...and yeah, I like the idea of words making you high...they do! I like "smoke Neruda like crack"...I think I like the sounds that go with the image..."Crack" is such a great word...not a great thing to smoke, but a great word.
Ok so I must admit... I'm totally addicted then. This is such a great poem - I love how you play around with words and conjure up such vivid images. Very original to equate poetry to being on drugs... you are naturally addressing all the Elite members I suppose Great write... and I'll be off to pop a few words...
I love this one Amy this is a graphic set of cartoon images to me. The artists' works are the drugs we take (oh yeah, I'll barf up leopards any day), just the exposure to art makes me high. I can relate, the last time I visited the Nelson,(art gallery) I went out to my car and told my sis I feel high, "I don't think I can drive yet." I love the last lines,
You may even grow brain cells instead of having them decay like soap bubbles.
and to think that we have that sort of power to expand the mind and it's awareness. I think this is fave.
the first two lines made me think of when i used to snort cocaine and if you weren't careful, it would drip out your nose.... ewwww! thanks for sharing, Cat!!
i love this, you know. being a recovering addict, i'm for anything that is addictive and healthy at the same time and doesn't eat your brain cells up! in fact, like you say, perhaps you'll grow more! i loved the reference to the bong and Baudelaire, as i used to love to smoke out of a bong. the vomiting leopards, that's just cool! the smoking of the crack hit a little too close to home... almost killed me.
this was very clever. perhaps a title like "Addiction." it would throw people off a bit, and then they'd read it and .... i don't know. "The Poetry Drug" works for me.
yeah we've been cruisin' through the whole thing and took a lot from it. i like the way you made me feel as though the poet seemed lost but experiencing life for the first time.
the title... it's fine... but i don't think it did your piece justice. i have this funny notion that it's carrying more than it can handle. i can't really think of a good name for it... maybe... Calliopic Drug. haha. i had a piece with a sorta similar title but i had to delete it coz it was one of my oldest pieces... (and it sucked... terribly.) i liked the title though... so i think you should have it.
I told you I was working on a similar piece when I saw this in your journal. Told you yours was better lol
This is cool and I know you were worried about promoting drug use, but I don't think you ahve anything to worry about. The only drug you're pushing is the same one you haev since I got here. You hooked me in right away...I'm still addicted. How can I kick it if you keep writing clever, witty things like this?
I really liked "Smoke Neruda like crack"
but especialy love the ending -
You may even grow brain cells Instead of having them decay Like soap bubbles
I think this is a great tribute to the poet as a being. It is like an addiction, but it is one that can be quite beneficial on many different levels. I think this is an excelent, creative poem, and that it's feel is warm and inviting. People who do not do drugs can see what happens to someone using, and this is a great way to draw the parallel between the two worlds. Much like addicts, a poet lives in an alternate reality. The difference is, a poet's reality doesn't necessarily hurt anyone.