The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass

A Poem by Ben Taylor
"

I was just sittin' in my hotel room..

"
The screen's flicker
Draws my eyes
From the dust
Circulating my hotel
Room.
This altar of static
Consumes my
Inspiration;
My entreaty
To Euterpe
Is forgotten.
With windows closed
And curtains drawn
I watch the world
Portrayed through
Fake realities while
Irretrievable time
Wastes away.
As my insatiable
Lust
For banalities
Allows itself to be
Temporarily exhausted,
My now polluted
Eyes close,
The sludge
Of paltry
Entertainment
Corrupting my
Dreams.

© 2011 Ben Taylor


Author's Note

Ben Taylor
I never got this one to sound quite right; thoughts?

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A Zen Master (they would probably prefer, "zen master") might say, "You may not always be doing what you should be doing, but you are always doing what you must be doing."
While we're asking questions, Ben, see what you can do with this: "Sometimes, even context has to be put into context." Some guy once said that to me and I didn't think my "oh yeah!" comeback would quite have won me a seat at the Algonquin.
"The Looking Glass" is wonderful in conception and perception--and up to your usual high standard. It was a pleasure to read.


Posted 13 Years Ago


The things we find ourselves spending our time on! Though, sometimes it seems like a waste of time, but its often the "insatiable /Lust / For banalities' that leads to great inspiration; i'm sure many scientific discoveries have been made in such moments... other times it's just an essential need to relax from deep thought.


Posted 13 Years Ago


I love this. Especially the lines 'my now polluted eyes close"
It flows really well

Posted 13 Years Ago


I actually like the sound and flow of it. This would make great spoken word. Personally, I would like to see circulating on it's own line, followed by "my hotel room" all on one... but that is triviality. I feel as though you broke that line for emphasis. If so, I would be curious to know the reason. At any rate... this is a great piece. I love the use of the words sludge, paltry, and banalities. Alter of static is genius.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The image of you sitting mind numbed in front of a television in a hotel was very clear and might I add depressing. I'm not finding anything that stands out that makes it feel disjointed or throws the flow of it off. Actually it feels like it pulls a person right into the room with you. Television is stultifying. I like this and think you did a great job.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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