doors in stone

[revolutionrabbit]

the poem is always beside me
as much as I am always beside it
we have seen so much, or much so
and we are called anarchists
or we are chaos agents
and the music still daunts us, colors our
age, a strange garish green
and a mock circus is coming
holy painted men walking through sheets of skies
in a driving flash ornament rain
of a frustrated artist's paint brush
the creation of strange beautiful writing
painted across the canvas of the page
we will be looking for dark nostalgia
in the great big falling drops of moon dew
rose water and lamps blood
and floods of awakening will haunt the land
the poets will speak mother ships of arcane
falling leaves
whose soul purpose is to blanket our vision
with deserts of cities, and stark winter
symphonies, born from a mountain of ragged
coats, left on stolen streets and the gypsy
will still the sun in a story that was stolen
by the ones who came in boots like smoke stacks
and the saint hands are flying from the hidden
temples of vast silence, that opens doors in stone

[eugeneherman]

Verbose, colorful and rich. Do you compose like this via automatic writing? It would seem so.

[revolutionrabbit]

yes, i was influenced by automatic writing
or stream of consciousness, which was a term
coined by William James, which has an amazing history
in itself.Surrealism was a big part of my influence.

[joel]

automatic writing? wanna save me a trip to wikipedia? quick explanation?

but I like your style, Rabbit. not something I can really pull off all that well...privilege has its parameters for me.

[revolutionrabbit]

Ginsberg, said something about first
thought best thought.And, Surrealism, the
leader Andre Breton, talked about automatic writing.And the Dadaist
before that were very automatic like in their experimental approach,
"collective unconscious".And so....Like William Burroughs
used what he called the cut up technique.So it depends on
what you read, what music you listen to maybe, Bukowski liked
Mozart, and not to say he used automatic writing, but he
had a certain style and flow, and he liked certain authors.
but, automatic writing was also a way to contact the spirit world
around the turn of the last century, and some people still do that.
So, yes, I have a bit of an automatic approach.Again, William James
the great American philosopher, came up with the term "Stream of
Consciousness".Mine own style is very hap hazard, because of the
writers that influenced me, and also just my own influence on myself.
And there is the whole effect of writing on the internet, and the sites
where a person can post poetry.

[eugeneherman]

Joel and all, I conceive of 'automatic writing' as I do musical melodic concepts. Basically when you hear via that mood you are in (zone), all it takes is a single line of words or notes and the whole thing writes itself and you are just 'watching this thread unfold itself'. I feel I am somewhat subject to intermittent synesthesia, but not so focused as to be a clear clinical case but as regards words/syllables vs melodic lines.

[eugeneherman]

Doreen, BTW, whatever spell check program your site is running would not accept 'synesthesia' (there it did it again) as a correct spelling! Freakin' puters!

[stilltrucking]

Writing with the "Vatic Voice"

Have you ever used the "Vatic Voice" when doing automatic writing?
It was an expression coined by Donald Hall in one of his essays. See below.

Vatic Voice by steve plonck

See also
bad faith friday by revolution rabbit


The Vatic Voice --- Breakfast Served Any Time All Day

[judih]

vatic voice
hangs out
till i listen

[eugeneherman]

Just don't listen to your vapid voice!

[stilltrucking]

While you were listening
I was not
Thanks for keeping the door open

I never know what to say to someone I owe a debt of poetry to.
I try not to reply to you unless I got something unvapid to say.

Most of the time all I got to say
is thanks you very much for the poem

[joel]

A doorway has two sides (at least)--
mine are gates from rules to freedom
and hinged wherever such is creased,
but how to pass
is lost, alas,
and Peter, sainted, 'sstill deceased
and not around to welcome me
with words of how a will depraved
will ever work a will that's free--
so liberty
is lost on me
but that's ok: the door's enough
to have to hope to be released
or just to dump cathartic stuff
through liminal
confessional
exchanges through a doorway rough
and asking trust beyond all trust
to take up talking with the priest
who bakes a bread and breaks its crust
until, with ruling borders ceased,
it's raised again without the yeast
and takes me free
that I might flee
through portals prone to liberty
where ruled by peace I taste its feast.

[Lightning Rod]

I just wanted to be able to say I was here
fine writing, amigos

[hester_prynne]

"...the gypsy
will still the sun in a story that was stolen"

Indeed we will.
Powerful read...
H

[revolutionrabbit]

thanks Hester

i just write, and sometimes
a line comes, that means what it means
whatever that is, kinda looking for the forgotten line
or the forbidden one, or just the aesthetic pleasing
its so funny how poetry can still the sun.
and that stolen story.