Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I worked in order to eat
I've regarded my cowardice as genius
found peace in deceiving myself

I looked for the human in human being
found only the writers of accidental circumstance
hidden in the comic pathos

stripped bare to the rib cage
i noticed the dreamer was an educated man
so he purposely withdrew from the world of contingency

he was the artist of his very own life
and the hero of his dreams, dreams of
limitless rapture, unaccountable for the impulses

that oxidized his joints, that threw saltwater
on his desire to remain bright and new, unable
to explain the details of his whims and fancies

floating by me on a bohemian cloud without a rudder
this man so creative, this master of disguises,
this animal, that can get accustomed to anything.

this is very cool, saw, easy to visualize...

walt

such is human nature...fear makes us big, and thus small. "he was the artist of his very own life"...yes. great poetic images weaved through out this, saw. love it

i like this write esp. this :
he was the artist of his very own life
and the hero of his dreams, dreams of
limitless rapture, unaccountable for the impulses


very nice

Nice Work!

so he purposely withdrew from the world of contingency

if you can get it



















sincerely
still trucking
et al

thanx walt, smile, alien and truck.....appreciate the feedback !

Saw, I read this several times. You portray this person with the dexterity of Japanese calligrapher. This is what poetry is all about.

John

I strongly identify with this piece, to a degree. Years ago I heard a voice (my own?) in my head, telling me, "Make your life the artwork." It struck a chord with me from my reading of Kesey, one's life as a movie, bringing them into your movie, etc. Cinema is art. Make of your life art. Live your life like you're in a movie.
When I reach the conclusion, I'll let you know how it all turned out.

Peace,
Barry

thanx john and barry, enjoyed your comments......take care...

I've tuned into this piece about three times, steve
it's stronger than an elephant fart
it rings like a ballpeen hammer on a sixteen penny nail

your sense of action and image is a flower in your poetic hat

Fucking A.
I'm on the floor in rapture.
I kid you not.
This is an excellent poem.

H

thanks so much for the kind words of approval, Clay and hester....
I highly regard your opinions......I kind of liked this one myself, but didn't get any response on a couple of other sites.....so I am pleased to get some favorable comments here at S8.....Thanx

sometimes it plays in Peoria and sometimes it don't

plus the prophet never gets any respect in his own village

reminds me somewhat of death in venice.

i really identified with lines in this poem.

It was extremly polished and it didn't feel contrived.

I really loved this work too.

wow-complexity is something that is often missing in poems- either that or poems are complex and they feel like the person wasn't intending to make a work of art so much as get frustrated about something= this felt like neither- this felt perfect.