Janus tongue

Janus tongue

A Poem by gram linski

With a head full of wasps,   I see faces
                                                 faces
with a head full of wasps
I dream of the orgasmic 
death sting
with a head full of wasps
I sing
bzzzzzzzmmmmm
what does it f*****g mean,
with a head full of wasps
sting sting sting

© 2018 gram linski


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I have read this poem many times. Even started to write a review once or twice, but in the end, I have always moved away.

Not sure I can explain that. Maybe it’s like trying to explain the buzzing I’ve heard in my own head and feeling the words I have are inadequate.

Sometimes we are far from masters of our own minds. The Janus symbol, again, though before, gets at the heart of something about that. It’s not necessary to be a sufferer of schizophrenia to occasionally feel like someone else or something else inhabits the mind or body.

Also no guarantees that the question of meaning will ever be answered. At least this has been one of my great lessons in life. Sometimes the most glaring answer is the silence. This is your heart/mind: just hold it until it grows steady again.

I appreciate the cycle and unresolution in this. If for no other reason than it helps me to see that these experiences aren’t exactly solitary. In spite of the cave of them.

The revelation of feeling in this is impacting. And the orgasmic death sting wish. Some symbols and ideas are so deeply ingrained in the mind that we need someone else to give them names. I keep going back to that thought we I read the precise nature of that description.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

4 Years Ago

glad you enjoyed this one, Eilis, thanks for reading, sometimes beneath the chaos and noise there is.. read more



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So touching.. I like how free you are, you are able to move the language, bend it and just easily write about such disturbing feeling of buzzing wasps in the head.. I spent the whole evening reading your poems, was hungry for the experience of your worlds and yet cannot give a meaningful reviews.

Posted 4 Years Ago


gram linski

4 Years Ago

thanks again for reading and enjoying, if you post some of your writing will return the favour,
Laurel Oak

4 Years Ago

I did. Thank you.
I have read this poem many times. Even started to write a review once or twice, but in the end, I have always moved away.

Not sure I can explain that. Maybe it’s like trying to explain the buzzing I’ve heard in my own head and feeling the words I have are inadequate.

Sometimes we are far from masters of our own minds. The Janus symbol, again, though before, gets at the heart of something about that. It’s not necessary to be a sufferer of schizophrenia to occasionally feel like someone else or something else inhabits the mind or body.

Also no guarantees that the question of meaning will ever be answered. At least this has been one of my great lessons in life. Sometimes the most glaring answer is the silence. This is your heart/mind: just hold it until it grows steady again.

I appreciate the cycle and unresolution in this. If for no other reason than it helps me to see that these experiences aren’t exactly solitary. In spite of the cave of them.

The revelation of feeling in this is impacting. And the orgasmic death sting wish. Some symbols and ideas are so deeply ingrained in the mind that we need someone else to give them names. I keep going back to that thought we I read the precise nature of that description.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

4 Years Ago

glad you enjoyed this one, Eilis, thanks for reading, sometimes beneath the chaos and noise there is.. read more

this kind of made me flinch inside my head while knowing I was paralyzed to resist enjoying the next stanza ...... until writ...... supa stuff :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


gram linski

5 Years Ago

Thanks Neville, this is a blast from the past just had a scratchy, itchy noise inside ma head, made .. read more
Neville

5 Years Ago

depends how deep the burrows go... but yeah, quite often.... ;)
I guess it depicts a form of internal 'war and peace' the protagonist struggles with. A pathos laden piece of flowing poetry to make the reader think. Those wasps are the stingers!

Posted 5 Years Ago


gram linski

5 Years Ago

Cheers , dude glad you enjoyed, the buzzing could be the static Akashic feedback of the Universe, b.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Years Ago

I get it the etheric is plane.
wow! poignant ...tensile in my head ...full of the buzzing ... maybe madness ... maybe just another bad day ... maybe mental illness ... its the stinging the speaks to me more ... really like the repetition .. the brevity .... and the power of the wasps ... and the format you use with the faces, faces ... powerful and unsettling in a good way says i! glad i stopped ..
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

ps. i am an admirer ... you are a survivor .. mental illness per se ... is tragically misunderstood .. read more
gram linski

5 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind words of support, E, apart from a few mental breakdowns many a haunted moon ago.. read more
Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

ok .... i'll take your word for that my friend ;) so glad you have recovered from those dark places .. read more

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