Preaching to van Gogh's missing ear...

Preaching to van Gogh's missing ear...

A Poem by Frieda P
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~just another rant

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Steamy ink boiled over

the kettle of opportunistic metaphors

poison'd doses in gray's gangrene slur, 

don't attempt to sleep in my mouth

like a w***e in head, the sword in bed

taboo artistes in monotonic ambivalent jaws

clamping down without remorse

chomp'd away at an asunder analogy

piss'd in my jeans and expect'd to get fed

spit it out on the polar opposite cafe floor

unicorns dwellings of butter'd blessings

broken bread & barely berry wine of Monet's encores

bite the ear that fed you preaching van Gogh

perhaps they'll listen for insanity to be set free

confining rules taught us naught to stutter

pay your monopoly dues in bleakest sermons

pass the bucket of superiority's conquests

bled of analgesic ego's epic divided faction's fiction

don't forget to wipe your shadow on the way out



© 2014 Frieda P


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So many lines that have left me awestruck, where do I begin?

First off, that title: brilliant, as clever as the phrase "For Stevie Wonder's eyes only!"
Speaking of the ear, are they preaching to a deaf person or appealing to the severed ear? Either way is equally useless, yet they present forth two clashing states: one, an ear without a head to actually hear the words spoken and two, preaching to a body with no ear (refusing to actually listen and just deafly agreeing to what's being said).
Then you go on to speak of men who gnash jaws but mean nothing, speaking of beliefs they might not even believe themselves. Those words could even be poisonous to those that ingest it, inflicting a sickness that is able to spread quickly through the tongue.
After saying so, you go on comparing it to "unicorn dwellings" then appeal to the insanity of van Gogh, and end it by referring to the cycle as just a means to build money through a contest competing with other products of other imaginations . . .

Marvelously breathtaking, friend, I must say this is one of my favorites from you. I envy you for penning this exquisite, impressive piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I like where you began Tai...not sure exactly what the Stevie Wonder remark pertains to but sort of .. read more
Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Oh, it's the first thing that came to mind and just another phrase that makes me giggle, both the St.. read more



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well damn! (looks around for the unicorns) this was fierce Miss Frieda.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

So glad you dug this one out Tam, I was in quite the mood that day. :)
Beautiful write Frieda, Stunning.

Kaze~

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow Frieda. Don't hold back next time.

This is scathing, but so well done. The Van Gogh diction is applaudable. My hat is really off to you on this one. May be my favorite yet... maybe...

There insanity ridden space between each of your lines. Each line is spit at the reader in hateful dialect, and thus skillfully so. You have spent some emotions on this one. The investment was worth it Frieda. Well done, friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


"The air was heavy with the perfume of the flowers, and their beauty seemed to bring him an anodyne for his pain."
"The keen aromatic air, the brown and red lights that glimmered in the wood, the hoarse cries of the beaters ringing out from time to time, and the sharp snaps of the guns that followed, fascinated him, and filled him with a sense of delightful freedom." (from Dorian Gray)
there is something choking the middle of my chest ... i am bewildered ... want to read Poe ..want to visit the art museums of those rich fantastic painters ... want to reach out and hold your hand ... :) you are a Beatle .. a capsule not to take ... i just dont know what to say about this ... i agree with others about the fantastic brilliant lines too many to quote ... your therapy spreads to all says i .. great wonderful Frieda
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Holy E, you just made my day, or my week....I like your review better than my work here, thanks much.. read more
I like rant's...you surprise yourself at what comes out of your mind because it's just flying past your cornea's so fast you have to snatch it out of the air, fill your pen with it and capture it on paper before it gets away and you flying at warped speed and it was fun keeping. Phenomenal stuff!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

The man at the dollar store thinks I'm nutters. ;-)
Shirlena

10 Years Ago

so it's not reserved for paper and pen lol?
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha mostly but those 99 cent dishes come in handy haha
don't forget to wipe your shadow on the way out...

This one line has conjures so much... An imaginative and over the top brilliant rant, Frieda!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks Rita, I've wanted to say that to quite a few....!
Wow...You mam are a sick puppy...A tremendously talented sick puppy.
I don't know where you go to find this art but I want to go too.
You're amazing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha not the first time I've been told that Rick! Grazie.....!
RichGee

10 Years Ago

Mi placer.
This is definitely one of my faves of yours. Too many good images to pick them all out. Although I am kind of partial to "sleep in my mouth"

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks KL, I kind of like that one myself...was having a moment, the song summed it up 'a friend to .. read more
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

I couldn't put it in my library -- another glitch I suppose.:(
Man that was some kind of rant. Van Gogh was bat s**t crazy and annoyed the hell out of the people around him. Now his painting are worth more than most developing nations GNP. Gotta wonder what he'd had thought about that

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I know right, who knows Baby, perhaps one day we'll be saying that about you. Just saying ;-)
So many lines that have left me awestruck, where do I begin?

First off, that title: brilliant, as clever as the phrase "For Stevie Wonder's eyes only!"
Speaking of the ear, are they preaching to a deaf person or appealing to the severed ear? Either way is equally useless, yet they present forth two clashing states: one, an ear without a head to actually hear the words spoken and two, preaching to a body with no ear (refusing to actually listen and just deafly agreeing to what's being said).
Then you go on to speak of men who gnash jaws but mean nothing, speaking of beliefs they might not even believe themselves. Those words could even be poisonous to those that ingest it, inflicting a sickness that is able to spread quickly through the tongue.
After saying so, you go on comparing it to "unicorn dwellings" then appeal to the insanity of van Gogh, and end it by referring to the cycle as just a means to build money through a contest competing with other products of other imaginations . . .

Marvelously breathtaking, friend, I must say this is one of my favorites from you. I envy you for penning this exquisite, impressive piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I like where you began Tai...not sure exactly what the Stevie Wonder remark pertains to but sort of .. read more
Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Oh, it's the first thing that came to mind and just another phrase that makes me giggle, both the St.. read more

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