Lenore
on The Masonic Underling & the 33 degree by horus8
24 Sep 2002, 9:26 PM
Truly evil are the mechanisms of repression in church and society, which do not see the shadow in themselves. So says Baphomet 1st in 7. 7/10
This is not a poem. It is a line!
Stanza 3 is brilliant! The title rips me from the garden and plants me right back in the mundane. In spite of that, I like this poem. 9/10
words are like acid...stinging, melting, bluring, accentuating...our misuse, abuse, or blatently covering (defining : shaping) our existence. Have a joint dude...it will release something more beautiful, meaningfull and poignent. Gotta get out of the house once in awhile too to smell the stenching glue holding the faces of others to the street pavement's filth...if you know what i mean. Kick a lick and make it sweat sweet licorice and black ice. Watch out below....their after us.
Congrats. You have done the impossible and overtaken DA for the worst poem on the site. You should be proud. Have a drink on me!
in another life I think I was your bathroom mirror...a little dirty but looking at you straight in the eye...telling you (me) something (someone) was waiting...as close as the front door. Ready to either step in - or out. But never to be forgotten. Its these memories (dividing lines) between the face in the mirror and the lingering presence of those passing before (or behind) that quickly flash (distract) before our eyes. In the bathroom's slightly tinted yellow light look back at yourself and let it look a little longer before you step out to see who might be knocking....next in line.
Well done. You are my leader. Lead on!
What I like about the tango in general is the mystery behind it. When it comes across, when you hear it, watch it, it is as distressing as it can be sexy, detached as it can be intimate. I think it is a pertinent reflection of where the tango flourishes and the people behind it. I have spent a great amount of time in Argentina (I teach Latin American studies) and it never ceases to confound me. Anyway, this poem manages to capture the double edge of what I am referring to, and I didn't think it could do it. I went in with a negative and came out with a positive. That is a rare thing. I even wanted to dislike the ending, and I did on first and second read, but by the third read, I was there. Good work GW.
And what about Annabel Lee? So what? Yawn!
Okay, the first line automatically puts that Cars song in my head and I start reading the entire poem to that tune. Why is your room long?
How is it that, a man in this case, can face pain that kills him a million billion times? You manage to spend a good deal of time here making little sense, but hey, that's cool.
by an emdash? hmmmm. I don't get it.
I'm not sure if bald is 'good' but it's a hell of a lot better than a comb-over!
i can see you love bald people. everyone is bald eventually. you love everyone. good for you.
as soon as I read the first comment I laughed, because I thought the same damn thing. I was really getting into the imagery (especially s2)but the sadness of the bees I didn't get at all. I understand now but as a stand alone I don't think it works.
Who gave this a zero? Are you dead? Writer of triangle poems could make a "dead man come" with this poem, so you (and you know who you are) might just be foolish. The style is as fun as the act. Off to the shower.
Reminiscent of the Counting Crows
I'm sorry, this was so painful I could not make it through the first five lines.