Why Did You Waste Your Time?

Created From Nothing, One Is Horrified In The Glass of A Compass, Exhausting Categories Of Change Or Inertia In A Whale’s Breath, Whose Fecund Utterance Wandered And Trailed, Speaking Of The Lunar Incubation And Reflexive Arc of Empirical Knowledge And Its Electric Signs--Of Which An Owl Without (Quotation Marks) Would Have Been Spitefully Perhapsed, In These New Depths Of Distractions. To The Roots Of Impenetrability, Ever Knowing Anything Of Inconceivable Scripts Of Sleeping And Waking Against The Calendar, Worms Walk Off, In Modern Light, On Those Grounds, In Freest Modus Operandi, And Swinging; Encounter These Bodies And Their Full Effects, All Their Wonders And Riots Of Living Phenomena Passing Afresh--A Call To Be Thinking.

Of A Meal : Through The Marketplace Massacres Of Capitalistic Flattened Time Perpetuated, I Saw (As One Who Looks Directly) It Burst, That Which Was Intolerable, In Its Nakedness, From A Cemetery Plot Of Raped Human Skin, As Deep As Sepulchres Trimmed With Armed Extinguishers, Who, At Risk From Banqueting, After The Starvation, Took All The More, Evening Over The Pavement--In Dante’s Time.

As Country X’s Growing Arrogance Became Manifestly Intransigent, Squads Of Soundless Lone Miners, Between Eras Of Opposing Continental Shores, Mastered Seismic Trawling Dilation; Losing Was A Forest That Spring (Of Blood Away), Wherewithall, A Language Digested--Making Coexistence Impossible. On The Earth Stood A Glass Coffer Inlaid With Sandstorm Membrane, Containing (Behind The Passions) A Rejection Letter From Was (Who Committed Suicides), Next To The Singer, Whose Exposed Throat Hovered In Paroxysm--Forming All Of The Unknown Derivatives Of :

Apotheosis! Apoplexy! Apogee!

--Outside The Library, Above An Open Book Of Chess, Archaeology, And Museums.

© Carol Maric
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© 2006 Carol Maric - Being: The Obsession, Continued . . . A Raging Epidemic !

Reviews

[Julian Gallo]

What I love about this is that it reminds me very much of William S. Burroughs and Bryon Gysin's experiments in cut-up poetry....although I am not sure if that was your intention here. But it really does remind me a lot of that kind of work...which is a compliment since I always felt they were taking the idea of "poetry" into different areas.

[Kevin Connolly]

Apotheosis! Apoplexy! Apogee!
These three words are clearly the beginning of this poem, Carol. Like virtually everybody else I was totally flummoxed by it, but I recognize that it is very professionally put together.
I wonder if it's like those Beatles songs that have hidden messages when you play them backwards? Were I to take all the words and reverse the order... no, maybe not. But there is a message concealed there somewhere (unless you're just playing games with our minds). It's like the Da Vinci Code...

[Nat Z. Punx]

burn your thesaurus and let your heart bleed on the page. pay me no mind to the man behind the curtain

[Barry Simiana]

this reminds me of something i've recently seen called 'ransom note poetry', but it's way way different. but at least i understand this one.

[Belly Dancer]

I can definitely relate to your abstract writing style. You have a powerful and authoritative command of the English language and I think that you put it to great use here in order to accomplish the poem's desired meaning. Correct me if I am wrong, but your poem is a nonsensical stringing of words that seems quite sporadic and arbitrary, but your title suggests otherwise. There have been many instances in which I have experienced a stream of random and incoherent thoughts flowing through me that seemed to command an order of their own. I think your poem is demonstrative of a beautiful free-flowing of thoughts in which you have preserved their beauty by allowing each thought to link to the next in a unique and novel way.

[Crystal Elisa]

Hmm...I'm not sure how i feel about this one...will read it a few more times...

[Daniel Stark]

Sometimes, I just get abstract feelings that cannot be expressed in words. I am covered in a barrage of them from this work, surreal half formed ideas, and often whole ones. It is rapid fire shiftings of thought all over.

[Roger F Aucoin]

He / She didn't.

[Mia Pow]

That made me feel a little slow because i can not understand it all...but i have to say that although i dont know the true meaning, i love how it sounds when spoken out loud. It's like shakesphere. How you can be lost in the meaning, but all teh same, easily feel the flow of emotion in the words. There passion in it to me... even though i dont quite understand

[Jesse Dunstan]

i'm wondering what artists you might gather your inspiration from, i'm guessing some of it is derived from the surrealist school. maybe the writings of Nietzsche or freud? regardless, i love just about all of your work, and can tell that you create from a completely liberated and unlimited conciousness. this is a beautiful enigma, be proud!

[Sweet Caroline]

I am so confused. I must be honest, I just didnt get it. I read it twice. That didnt help.