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THE OTHER-WISE

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THE OTHER-WISE

Pulsing the perimeter of tedium,
art urgently strobes
as though life can be spooled,
routines dimmed

Art is cruel, greedy,
probes without permission
into the beat-hearts of foundling fools,
apprentices all, even the masters

See the wisp of wonders, 
a grinding glint of possibility 
that blinds the everyday,
whisks monotony’s edge

                                       into helpless frenzy

Hear it keen for attention 
relentless in its want to become 
a consuming wail

It's sigh, unending,
hits rutted targets as inspiration 
is denied priority, once again 

Envy those who do not bide
its passions, its pleas for fruition,

Envy those who only view

the sun setting 
in the setting sun

Pity us, the other-wise, 
unfaithful and lost,
each more less than more
for we are ever at war 

                                        with ourselves

oddities, we fissional phantoms, 
for we shift between parallel delights:

the gift of one we cherish

                                         or that one cherished gift.
always with one

                                         missing the other.





Aug 6, 2013

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  1. Date: 8/11/2013 12:14:00 PM
    Again I kneel at your perfection and imperfection, your selfless visions of the obvious and obtuse; the grasp of reality and life that you let slip - just to see how it runs, and in its pursuit create magic like this, that few can share in this form. These are some of the most fantastic thoughts I've read! Fav

  1. Date: 8/10/2013 7:09:00 PM
    Chris beyond ..cool [I wonder what I mean by that? hmmm] and beyond funny! LOL for me the definition of art is people remember it and keep talking about for years after the origin experience sorry to say but I felt that way about a pile of plastic poo at the Moma in London [yup can't forget the image!!!] Dee...can you please do Georgia O'Keefe too? smooch smooch! L & L your elder Sis

  1. Date: 8/10/2013 12:26:00 AM
    *cont'd --The more experience I gain, and the more I realize that I can be a living contradiction, the more I see it in other people, in their art, and in art itself. I think it is all part of it? It shouldn't be stressed-over too much, because there is still so much validity in art, even if it is only used by some to help soften the blow of how cruel the world can be....art isn't always the cruel one(but yes, there is the reflection paradox -- drives me nuts sometimes). I was hoping you were too busy to see the comment before I deleted it! Ha! As I had mentioned, this piece should be read a few times at least, because there is a lot going on here, contradictions and all(*duck*). Seriously, it's nice to see people ponder with their writing.

  1. Date: 8/10/2013 12:25:00 AM
    Hullo, Cyndi. These comments might not be better than my previous one lol. I deleted it because I thought it might come across as being offensive(and if not to you, then possibly to a reader who skims comments -- I don't feel like having one of 'those' blogs put up in my name anytime soon). I was in a certain mind-frame after pondering some of the contradictions in the 'dissertation' I had written. I was mulling over several points that you employed here, and then *presto*, I read them in your poem; different angles and opinions included.

  1. Date: 8/8/2013 10:53:00 AM
    A lot of thought here, our monkey-mind does chatter away doesn't it, never lets me rest either!! Light & Love

  1. Date: 8/7/2013 3:12:00 AM
    Thnx Cyndi for stopping by. Your comments mean a lot to me. I love this poem, especially the setting sun part and what follows. Though I often try rhymes ( for contests, mainly), this is the kind of verse, free but holding a lot within itself, I enjoy reading and writing. Have a nice day!!