hey - great to see and hear you read your poem..think it would be cool anyway to have a written version as well..to re-read in case (for me as a german) i didn't get the spoken word version completely...
oh cool - thanks for adding the words...i wasn't too bad - understood most of it - the only word i didn't get was "leaden" bleiern - never heard this word before...great poem arron..
great write - those muddle views by our own demise and layered over by the demise of others - so hard to see the Truth in such a state of blindness. Hoping the fish scales have fallen away. And cool to hear and see you read this. Thanks! Also, loving the art work behind you - did you paint those?
I have to say I normally am not a fan of the spoken poem--but this was just such an additional dimension to the piece--it amazed me how much more life and meaning your reading brought to it, and it seemed to help the words jump from your brain to mine, the reader's. This may be the most horrific love poem I've ever read, (or heard) just fine fine writing.
Those first and last lines do a perfect job of sandwiching this piece. Those last few lines are my favorite (about the ruined view). Really good, Arron :)
From inside out my ruined view, I can picture, nothing new.
Leaden density, brakes backs, dragged by spineless hooks
Left me lacrimose, I see your point about sharing horrors through art making people not feel alone, that someone else empathizes. This hit my heart harder than the last. My brother is celebrating his 10 years clean today. He was a meth addict (and alcoholic) and it was at its worst when he lived in London. The clubbing on Ecstasy, his frantic weeping phone calls at 2 in the morning, the constant need for money (which I gave him, I was a naive enabler), the years it took his brain chemistry to recover all came flooding back with your poem. He's just now getting the combination of medication, therapy, and recovery that are helping him reclaim a life. There are aspects of wholeness in him and the great hollowing out is over. I'm at a loss because this one hits so close to home. I never cry reading poetry but now you've made me a person who cries reading poetry. It is a compliment I'm just too emotional to say this well.
She replaced Jesus... Some things in life shake faith from foundations. I also think that at times, it is just as impossible to believe in people. I would hope that one person exists that understands. Excellent, thought provoking
hey - great to see and hear you read your poem..think it would be cool anyway to have a written version as well..to re-read in case (for me as a german) i didn't get the spoken word version completely...
ReplyDeleteoh cool - thanks for adding the words...i wasn't too bad - understood most of it - the only word i didn't get was "leaden" bleiern - never heard this word before...great poem arron..
ReplyDeletegreat write - those muddle views by our own demise and layered over by the demise of others - so hard to see the Truth in such a state of blindness. Hoping the fish scales have fallen away. And cool to hear and see you read this. Thanks! Also, loving the art work behind you - did you paint those?
ReplyDeleteI have to say I normally am not a fan of the spoken poem--but this was just such an additional dimension to the piece--it amazed me how much more life and meaning your reading brought to it, and it seemed to help the words jump from your brain to mine, the reader's. This may be the most horrific love poem I've ever read, (or heard) just fine fine writing.
ReplyDeleteThose first and last lines do a perfect job of sandwiching this piece. Those last few lines are my favorite (about the ruined view). Really good, Arron :)
ReplyDeletewith Broken bone, Mercury spilt and we
ReplyDeleteTasted it.
From inside out my ruined view,
I can picture, nothing new.
Leaden density, brakes backs,
dragged by spineless hooks
Left me lacrimose, I see your point about sharing horrors through art making people not feel alone, that someone else empathizes. This hit my heart harder than the last. My brother is celebrating his 10 years clean today. He was a meth addict (and alcoholic) and it was at its worst when he lived in London. The clubbing on Ecstasy, his frantic weeping phone calls at 2 in the morning, the constant need for money (which I gave him, I was a naive enabler), the years it took his brain chemistry to recover all came flooding back with your poem. He's just now getting the combination of medication, therapy, and recovery that are helping him reclaim a life. There are aspects of wholeness in him and the great hollowing out is over. I'm at a loss because this one hits so close to home. I never cry reading poetry but now you've made me a person who cries reading poetry. It is a compliment I'm just too emotional to say this well.
Well the entire piece is grabbing the final stanza really hit me:
ReplyDelete‘The ruined view’, she said
‘Is nothing new’
She lent me her eyes
Protecting my vision.
She replaced Jesus.
This is mercifully touching. I sat in these words and ached, they are powerfully beautiful. ~ Rose
She replaced Jesus... Some things in life shake faith from foundations. I also think that at times, it is just as impossible to believe in people. I would hope that one person exists that understands. Excellent, thought provoking
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