O King of Concrete
O King of Concrete
You toil for the regency of broken slats:
seething infrastructure your would-be shield,
boiling fields electric, your paltry sabre.
A spontaneous pattering of recognition
emblazons nightfall upon your nervine glade
with a shower of many-pigmented phosphenes.
Hues excluded from society's minimal schemata
flicker through nebulous conceptual webs;
scheme towards the devouring of pray.
Coiled,
you plot beneath an oak.
And I am out of all this;
you figure the algorithms under eaves
of the ghost-house that is my presence.
You struggle for tin adequacy;
outside your wooded sanctuary
there are dirt clots and pitiful spined ivy
carefully kept in a twisted parody of naturalcy
presaging your defeat
under the fleeced blanket of the highway's rumble.
Sleep, Child Prince:
but dread landscaping's eye bats not.
Without a body it turns your shield to mist;
without a mind it embers your blade.
And where is your noble sin-toil now,
while you lay under the half-omniscience
of a slumbering throne of dust?
Writing, images
and video by @d-pend
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Feb. 9th,
2018
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By the way, for anyone who chooses to watch the video: do you prefer this form, with no words on the screen, or the style of Memorial Mutinied where the text is synchronized with the video? Just curious to hear some feedback, thanks!
Here's the other video I referenced:
I like the way the video effects match the words in the poem. This one is better without the written word on the screen. However in some cases it is better to focus on the written word itself in the video.
He sleeps in his sleep.
I think the video and the words are great. They speak to me of the transience and, at the same time, permanence of moments, of the vertiginous supremacy of time that contains and reveals everything.
Your poultry is always full of mystery and writes a very beautiful poem Thank you.
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chicken-enigma, arise, and seize thy fateful compliment!
thanks @vickykarma ;-)
I learned poultry writing from observation. I try to pay attention to details. I don't just talk about chickens but what kind of chicken it is. Does it lay eggs or is it a cock? Poultry is more than generalizations and adjectives and adverbs but it is really choosing the exact noun and verb.
You could easily say:
"Why did the corny chicken walk gleefully across the broad cement road?"
But it just doesn't capture the same light as:
Twas a Tyson chicken came cross the road
Old Sammy did tell me heaven forebode
Purdue chickens just don't got the guts to splatter
On the concrete platter
@mineopoly,
Misepelling in the comments section of a poet ... has consequences. :-)
Quill
I'm not sure but I saw it as a direct play on the phrase:
I am poor at spelling and if I don't have some kind of software to check my spelling then I come up with some strange stuff. I really like this spelling misteak.
@mineopoly,
:-)
Quill
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oh boy, an upvote! wow, thanks!
Once again another trippy video. I'm glad someone is having fun. I can see this poem from nature's point of view. A little frustrated to be paved upon.
From a life's point of view people seem to be moving but are really getting nowhere. In most cases it would be better to just stay still.
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