Language is essential lather,
an elaborate, smooth symphony,
gorgeous, cool fluff for fast
easy worship, a delirious lie.
In his weak, black moment,
a boy is crushed by a mean apparatus,
as mother's milk sprays moon and mist
to please the raw and lazy tongue.
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"Lather": the suds or foam formed by soap...
the foam of profuse sweating, as of a horse...
"in a lather": in a state of intense excitement of or agitation...
in a RED mood...
but this is a pink poem...a pale red...
of course, "pink" is moderately radical....
a "pinko", they (still?)say'...anyway, in the hotel of the poetess,
"meridian descending"....the sky was dripping
moist platitudes and peeling pink letters were fading....looks as if
pink made a bit of a comeback! be that good or bad or
neither?
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Language is essential, yes...and I like the comparison to foam....
it is a "frothy mass of bubbles"
produced on the surface of a liquid by
AGITATION......
or..ha...fermentation....
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bubbles on the slipstream-sea....the agitation of
the human need to communicte...
to rescind the poetess' previous
voluntary muteness....
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"fast easy worship"? you must be talking to some
master communicators...the foam is soapy to me...
as in "JAMES, WE WILL WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP"
(MOM'S FAVORITE THREAT...)
THE DETERGENTS AND CLEANSERS THEY TRY ON MY TONGUE....i despise them but gulp em down with a
diet coke chaser....their language is no theirs...it does not BELONG to
their core being...they are spittling & sputtering platitudes
that need to be roundly JUDGED and sent to the
famous bottomless pit...
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I think you are beginning to see the point i have
been halfheartedly (due to noninterest) try to make for months now: the language
words ...must change...we need a Shakespearian upheaval of idiomatic English, that's my damn
current project.....poetry must flow
off the lips...as in times of great heartwork, when rhymes and twisty
idiomatic ideograms float and twist into the ear canal & bring joy....
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"Delirious lies"....
".Delirium": temporary mental disturbance
associated with FEVER
(in this case, sexual, of course...sublimation...etc)
marked by excitement, hallucinations,
and incoherence...
in other words, "The Normals", as i have
(probably to my detriment)
named them....the damn goats....to
diagnose theri hallucination briefly: they are imply
OUT OF TIME...IN EVERY POSSIBLE SENSE OF THIS PHRASE:
1.THEY LIVE IN MEMORY
2.THEY LIVE IN EXPECTATION
3.THEY suffer through THE PRESENT, AND MAKE IT\
very disagreeable for those of us
who have tongues that
form spontaneous poety...
talk
from
the being...
the be-ing...
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poor boy ...yes an apparatus is always present...a device,
a machine, tools, etc...the things of which he probably knows
less than nothing, and so: his subjective
impression of them is as MEAN...and godness gracious!
THIS IS JUST WHAT THE MILK-MAIDENS (AND MILKMEN)
WANT! An accident...in an unsafe world....poor boy..
his language was not appropriate, but that moony milk will
please his raw
and lazy (from lack of trying alnymore...what is the fucking use? noone listens)
tongue....
settle it down...so he can sit in his wheelcahair
watching the moon....and calculating its endless cycles...same thing...every
month...same thing
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even drank goat milk?
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I always love your work. rAted!
so basically the solution for boys is:
avoid weak black moments. and for God's sake, KEEP
YOU MOUTH tightly clamped,
practicing studied muteness, until the situation,
of its own inevitable flow
(aftereeffects of the apparatus falling on you)
is resolved, and you have not lathered them with language they may use against you later. All injured boys should be told of their miranda rights: especially stressing:
you dont have to speak, and
anyway whatever you say will be
duky misunderstoood and categorized,
and so will your mental state, and so
your actual physical existence.will be hauled away "for your own good",
like in an emnergency room.or
involuntarily commited to their insane society..
avoid htis tt alll costs , iwouldlke to warn the oy...
becusae when they have you in chains,\
violating (legally) your phsyical liberty, they will be joking and laughing as if you weren't ther...and it wont mattter to them...it never will...learn to speak sraparingly
from the being,
young man,,,and watch what you say to your mother! Her interests ar mightlily different from yours...and purusing YOURS under her aegis in a no-no (for her..at any age..even when she's dead)
and will be punished by her lathery mouth....
Mr. Mustard - Good to see you here/hear again...Thanks for stopping by!
On a semi-related note: I have been fiercely engaged these past few days in writing letter of protest to various (Board) members of a professional organization I belong to related to a Human Rights / Social Justice Psychology issue that they are not willing to publicly speak out on, despite it relating directly to my type of licensure that the organization supposedly supports. So, James, I think that your words here serve as further inspiration for me to carefully hone this most recent letter of protest; I, along with hundreds of my peers, may soon withhold our membership dues to further protest the situation, and/or leave the organization all together and perhaps form our own. Language can indeed be powerful; my letter may be published so I am whittling it down to finely craft it toward the end I wish it to serve - Once again, deciding what is imperative to leave in, and also, to leave out...
(Go, Ignatius!)
-A.
Thank you for this post! As always, I am not dissappointed by your offerings of psychological symbology -
peece!
dj
How fun to find out this is magnet poetry! I’ve composed quite a few poems this way myself. Sadly, I neglected to record them before they fell into disarray, but the disheveled words became fodder for new pieces. Recycled language.
Even though your vocabulary was limited to what could be found in the magnets, I still recognize your signature style: the direct, forthright strength of your lines; the hinting at a subterranean intensity of emotions; the sensuality of the language. The nursing imagery made me think of Eavan Boland’s “Night Feed,” which I’ll paste below.
—Melissa
“Night Feed”
by Eavan Boland
This is dawn
Believe me
This is your season, little daughter
The moment daisies open
The hour mercurial rainwater
Makes a mirror for sparrows
It’s time we drowned our sorrows.
I tiptoe in.
I lift you up
Wriggling
In your rosy, zipped sleeper
Yes, this is the hour
For the early bird and me
When finder is keeper.
I crook the bottle.
How you suckle!
This is the best I can be,
Housewife
To this nursery
Where you hold on,
Dear Life.
A silt of milk.
The last suck.
And now your eyes are open,
Birth-colored and offended.
Earth wakes.
You go back to sleep.
The feed is ended.
Worms turn.
Stars go in.
Even the moon is losing face.
Poplars stilt for dawn
And we begin
The long fall from grace.
I tuck you in.
Then,wondered: um, what IS magnetic poetry?????
Those starlings seem to know...
Oh! Rereading the popem, i found myself thinking:
the "mean
=(poor or inferior in grade, of little consequence,ignoble.....but also of course 'mean' in the sense of
purpose, intent)
apparatus=(device, machine, assembly of materials)
is language itself....
our human meaning-machine...
that's what crushed the poor lad...
an apparatus designed with udders...for the lad to lap
up his mama's milk: the english language
currently in a state of severe
feminization...too much so,
if the lad has little male
communion...
that's what flattened him:
the MOTHER-TONGUE!
@Melissa: - Oh, what a wonderful poem you shared - I had never seen it, nor heard of the poet - (yet, this should not surprise you, given what I have shared with you before about this abysmal trait of mine - neglecting to read as much as I would like to these past few years) - Thank you for stopping by and offering this gift!
@James: Yes, now you are onto something in regard to "mean" (although I had not "consciously" "intended" this myself:
Golden Mean
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Golden mean may refer to:
Doctrine of the Golden Mean ((Chinese: 中庸; pinyin: Zhōng Yóng), a chapter in Li Ji, one of the Four Books of Confucianism
Golden mean (philosophy), the felicitous middle between the extremes of excess and deficiency
Golden ratio, a specific mathematical ratio (sometimes called golden mean)
Then, of course, there is Aristotle's "Doctrine of the Mean" (as you are aware). Thank you once again for your comments and insights!
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom"...I am not saying ALWAYS, but...sometimes...
and...
"Exuberance is Beauty".
Also, mean is a statistical term for "average"...."normal"...nuff said
with my Big Eyes, which i have gotten
(temporarily) from thinking all night
about things that will never be settled,once and for all,
unless i finally think myself to absolute knowledge,
and come up with the answers,
which is always a possibility if the supply of diet coke
holds out....
i see this:
it is mother's mercy that corrupts the language...
and it is done from an overabundance of love,
which is woman's wont, and her curse...
and when the boy is in his black mood is when
mother should step back and implore him:
use YOUR words...
read with interest the commentators' interpretns, wondering wht magentic poems might be.
have to wiki it I guess. stay well, best of luck for your project, wish you luck and success
@ James: SIMPLY BRILLIANT!!!
in a black mood, crushed by a mean..average....status quo....
apparatus..the mental health system,
inded run on mother's milk......
hardly a male in sight....
woman's world...the power of pink....
but ...isnt the pink peeling,
inone of yr poems>>>?
and....WRITE MORE POEMS....
you've done all you can for this mysterious organization...
you crafted beautiful language ia ma certain
but beauty is not well understod or received
and the effort, no matter how consuming
or ultimately irrelvent,
was a n act of exuberance on yr part....
oh and write more poems, pleeeeze...
thank you! jme, cured of all his problems...
in a black mood, crushed by a mean..average....status quo....
apparatus..the mental health system,
inded run on mother's milk......
hardly a male in sight....
woman's world...the power of pink....
but ...isnt the pink peeling,
inone of yr poems>>>?
and....WRITE MORE POEMS....
you've done all you can for this mysterious organization...
you crafted beautiful language ia ma certain
but beauty is not well understod or received
and the effort, no matter how consuming
or ultimately irrelvent,
was a n act of exuberance on yr part....
oh and write more poems, pleeeeze...
thank you! jme, cured of all his problems...
hope this organizaton hasnt swallowed you whole...
this one yre "helping"...
no doubt alot of mother's milk being spilled...
how do you STAND IT/?
ACH, SO SICK OF PINK....HATE IT.....
PINK IS OUT, SAY THE FASHIONISTAS....
i think YOU Perhaps need to be a fashioinista?
that would be ...
interesting...
to say the least....
jim,
ps HEAL!
.
I am not at all last in this Human Rights effort - I have already turned down being a presenter at a major conference, and I may turn down an offer to co-author an article for this group. Why? Because I observe splitting within the splitting within the splitting - the group that "split off" is itself "split."
This experience simply confirms my decision to operate freely, outside of formalized groups or institutions. Been there, done that, for decades. I prefer being a lone wolf (or, panther, or tiger, or lioness, or....) Still, I will assist as I am inclined to. A letter to the editor I wrote was accepted for publication, so I am pleased with this, as is the group I have been assisting...
Glad you are operational again. I write in fits and spurts. Another will come forth, eventually...
The members of the hidden are beginning to re-emerge. Now, Newton just needs to finish his thesis and get back to his philosophical duties ;-)
—Melissa
All this splitting tells me
there might actually be
something interesting here...
Guess they need a Master Dialectician..
(try the yellow pages?)
Rolling - how are you doing these days? Regarding the Tao-Org: I playfully mentioned "The Tao of the Hidden" some time back and certain synchronicities then ensued, resulting in our little "hidden" organization. You are most welcome to graft onto the "hidden" tree (roots included).
James: In one of my MA classes, I presented a 2-sided mirror, ornately framed. One side was pristine and unbroken; the other side shattered. I imagine I was (subconsciously) inspired by a particular scene in the film "Six Degrees of Separation" - Stockard Channing and Donald Sutherland showing a 2-sided painting and flipping it back and forth to Will Smith's character while saying "Chaos, Order, Chaos, Order"...Great film - hope you see it.