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    dots Submission Name: Sleepless At The Motor Lodgedots
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    Author: Jason The Basta
    Elite Ratio:    4.69 - 191/281/68
    Words: 64
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Based on a 5,5,2,5,2,5,5 line syllable count. Why? Why not.


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    dotsSleepless At The Motor Lodgedots
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    It always catches
    You in the end, and
    Sometimes
    Right in the middle.
    Motel
    Neon keeps my head
    Swimming all night long.

    Strange people arrest
    My attention for
    Hours,
    Even after their
    Footsteps
    Have faded from the
    Dim-lit corridors.

    Absently, I flick
    The lights off and on.
    Cars pass,
    There in the distance,
    The sound
    Rises and falls like
    The Highway breathing.




    Submitted on 2006-02-22 22:02:20     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Sooo, at first I hated the syllabic frame on this piece, but it works really well. It's broken up, like you ability to sleep, to relax, to find something enjoyable to do.

    The last stanza hit me like a brick. My bedroom window is literally 15 feet from a major six lane road, and even in my livingroom- the point farthest away- I can hear the drone of older cars, the high-idled pitch of the Honda's and VW's the squel of every siren on every ambulance that goes past, and the wonderful BOOM, doom-doom-doom, BOOM from the woofers of the rich kids' cars.

    DRIVES ME NUTS!!!! (haha I said nuts!)

    Nicely portrayed!

    Chell
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by Chell | [ Reply to This ]
      Jason, I like that you're working with a self imposed form that implies the restless breathing of the speaker of the poem. I have a suggestion, though, for the last stanza. Would it be possible to make the 2 syllable lines one word... like in the other two stanzas. perhaps the
    'cars pass'
    could become 'autos' or 'sedans' or something...
    And maybe
    'the sound'
    could become 'echoes' or something like that. I don't know.... It just seems the poem would LOOK more finished with single words there, but that's just my take. The poem still works well as it is.
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by DavidHirt | [ Reply to This ]
      Would this be before, or after a lewd and sweaty act? lol. I'm just kidding. Seriously though, I can picture you lying there sleepless, the bright pink neon glowing through the seams of the cheesy motel curtains that hang over the window, the smell of stale sheets, a flat, plastic covered pillow crackling under the pillow case below your head. The sound of the light switch as you flick it on and off in complete insomnia.

    This brought me to exactly where you wanted the reader to go. Great write.


    Sorrel
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by SorrelsReality | [ Reply to This ]
      I really liked this Jason

    It always catches
    You in the end, and
    Sometimes
    Right in the middle.
    Motel
    Neon keeps my head
    Swimming all night long.

    I noticed you had the syllable scheme down...this piece flows brilliantly from thought to thought and line to line.

    What catches you? the neon light, curiosity, uncertainty?

    "head swimming all night..." will probably draw some friendly fire but I feel it's often good to throw in some common language and in this case I think it works well because it is familiar.

    Strange people arrest
    My attention for
    Hours,
    Even after their
    Footsteps
    Have faded from the
    Dim-lit corridors.

    I love the use of "arrest" it suggests the dark side of life. The observation in this stanza is great since we are often captivated, curious, uneasy etc etc etc around people we don't know and in new environments that aren't quite home. I like the way the stanza brings all these things into my mind.



    Absently, I flick
    The lights off and on.
    Cars pass,
    Off in the distance,
    The sound
    Rises and falls like
    The Highway breathing.

    I was thinking here that the light flicking was a way of being in control if only on a subconscious level...the sound of the highway is all the possibility that we aren't so aware of in our comfort zones.

    Blah blah blah...the poem works on the surface and below the surface as well.

    I'd delete the 2nd "off" in the final stanza as that was the only place I stumbled.

    Really enjoyed the mood and places this took me.

    DB
    | Posted on 2006-02-22 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      I like it, when I read it like I feel you intended it to be read, but otherwise it's too broken up and awkward to really get the full force of.

    Which does not a bad poem make, but an adjustment never hurt.

    My suggestion:

    Kill the erratic form here, make more logical line breaks, or at least make them more consistent, at some points you used the line break as punctuation, at others you just put it there randomly.

    That was just a minor thing that got me when I read this, the rest of the poem was very captivating though, I like your decision to describe something otherwise mundane with a bit of life behind it.

    You really give the motel it's own breath, and the highway it's own pulse.

    Well done, keep improving and keep putting out stuff like this, I enjoyed reading this.

    Thank you.

    ~KRG
    | Posted on 2006-02-22 00:00:00 | by Sheakhan | [ Reply to This ]
      WHOA! That last line! WAS [censored]ING AMAZING! That is such a great line! This whole poem is AWESOME! I don't have any actual criticism, so I think I'll just go on about what the poem means to me.
    The first few lines are a little bit vague- I know you weren't trying to spell it out what you were trying to say. Was it the distraction of the neon lights that catches you? Or sleep? But I don't actually have a problem with the ambiguity.
    The line: Strange people arrest
    is simply amazing. Because it's a play on the word "Arrest"; as you said, arrest your attention- but also you're at like a seedy motel... and the word arrest has a violent, seedy, connotation to it...
    And I have already expressed my joy at the last line..
    I think you captured the feeling of the isolation of travel- of being in a foreign place (and not even a nice foreign place, like a fancy hotel in Paris!) and being alone and lonely. Because the newness of travel can dazzle the senses, but at nighttime it ebbs down and... well, your poem referring to the rising and falling of the highway's breath, describing it as you would a sleeping lover next to you, just... wow.
    | Posted on 2006-02-22 00:00:00 | by Kristen Gudsnuk | [ Reply to This ]
      omg! there is not such thing as having a good night's sleep in a motel. There are always the lights and sounds and noises of people, who knows why, up at three in the morning

    ahhhh, memories

    very good write (Why? Why not?)
    -mystmaker
    | Posted on 2006-02-22 00:00:00 | by MystMaker | [ Reply to This ]
      Hey, this is me right now and has been for the last thirty days as well as the next to come.
    Could you have explained motel hell living any better?
    This actually has a beat to it as if there is music in the background.
    And The highway breathing is a nice touch. Gives life to the emptiness of those long sleepless nights and footsteps on the sidewalk outside the window or the footsteps on the above floor. The sounds of the trucks passing in the night and an occasional horn blowing in the distance. No matter what hotel you stay at, no matter what rating it is. The feeling of drowning in that endless highway of sounds and neon lights.

    Nice write Jason

    Clyde
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]
      Still exploring simplicity in the short form (and handling it quite well, I might add). Perhaps you're sleepless because the noise overwhelms the senses like the rustle of heavy draperies (or perhaps your mind is more restless than your body and the background static only compounds the insomnia). Either way, the highway breathes steadily in sleep, the neon metronome beats out a steady pulse, the body of the earth reclines in darkness, and you stare out the window wishing you could rest. Feels like a scenario from a seedy film noir screenplay. Nicely done again, Jason. Take care. Bill.
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      Alright Jason! This was one I was doubtful of the form and meter at first, but it worked really well here. You realistcally brought to mind a stay at a hotel room, where there is non stop noise, yet loneliness all around you if you are alone in that room. I think think your simple use of imagery was the right touch for this. And the way you kept it impersonal as well by not focusing on one point only. The reader is drawn to all sorts of things to ponder over and invision. I have to say you did a great job here. You inspired me to write my own poem about a stay a motel room, that really did happen to me. Powerful, even with the wording being simple. Great job.

    Maggie
    | Posted on 2006-03-08 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]


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