Abstract symbols, hidden traps of words and phrases, hieroglyphs as quietly treacherous as Egyptian tombs; a model of polysemy, packing multiple meanings into a single sign, owlishly annotated. The fearsome beauty of the sea finds a near-perfect musical analogy, something more particular and estranged than melancholy, less sentimental and self-indulgent than Weltschmerz. The mood was one of lamentation and remembrance. The uncanny radiance tied to fundamental ambiguity weaves an affecting tale of humanity attempting to survive its own urge toward self-destruction. A concertina wire temple of masterpiece mentality transfixing phenomenon, it offers a seductive surface. A single bulb of lyrics, joined in merry mayhem, leads to more responsive orgasms. Colon, cry for me. The same old game theory records, negation and contrary, false body incrustation, a horror flick spookiness to the blues. Trellises of jet-engine revs obstinately petty. Evil has no particular sound. Arts of accusation and instinct undermine the premise that you must change your life. Oh my god, is it possible? -7/12 found poem
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 12:29:07 +0000
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