Friday, April 10, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #158: Scary

Image: Coastal / Costal

Rival Knots

Marginalia -

the kind of bliss
associate with tweaking the truth
of a passionate kiss,

paletas on a summery summer day,

vigor extraordinaire:

Patrice's forget me nots,
rival associations
cannot help but squander -

amitryptiline gloriosa
the melancholia that withered Van,

insured John and
bothered the sincere. How
much better to elevate cancer
to its positive connotations,
when the winds blow

and the ankles brace
and simplicity loses its allure:

bravely I came to see
she was not the evolution

of our desires,

her caprices borrowed from

sun kings and moons
of the
central nervous system.
I could
go there with you,
but it
loses the translation
of vice in the grip
of a sanity
both lush & loose in its
quinine vowels,

caravans of surly costals
coastlines devoured.
Prithee, may the winds cry,

may sleep unweary,
the vines of mercy
the gathering days.



Blogger anthonynorth said...

There's a lot of power in this.

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9:38 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Anthony. It did rumble as it rumbled...

10:15 AM  
Blogger mrs. g. said...

there must be something wrong with my reading, but -- despite the references to amitryptiline, melancholia, cancer, coastlines devoured, and all kinds of loss -- this leaves me feeling greatly at peace, washed clean, not scared at all. Must be the paletas on a summery summer day, the prayer for the vines of mercy to vary the gathering days.

2:10 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Mrs. "G": Maybe it's the effect of taking the 3 - 4 am shift in the prayer vigil at Rec this early morn: I passed the time reading psalms: there is assuredly a prayer woven through the knotted vines of this poem.

Glad you checked in. Homework's in the mail...

2:31 PM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

Some wonderful turns of phrase in this! ".. but it loses the translation of vice in the grip a sanity both lush & loose in its quinine vowels ..." Fantastic!

I had an ironic chuckle at the image you posted. It reminds me of the closing scene in Monty Python's Holy Grail where King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table were charging through the mud, storming the French in a castle that looks curiously the same as this!

3:27 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Welcome and thanks for your comments, MichaelO: could be those English pigdogs chased off the French soldiers and their dirty laundry, leaving the castle looking all bleak and empty.

Perhaps you've seen Kevin Garnett's Gatorade spoof of MP's Holy Grail, The Search for the Holy G? Good fun it is...

5:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

is it ok to say you flew left right centre of me?

1:52 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

AD: At these altitudes, I'm not sure right, left, or centers even apply. But, anything is certainly okay.

2:21 PM  
Blogger b said...

I am not sure I understand all that you are saying. Still I return to find those phrases that spoke to me. I like the last 3 lines especially:

....may sleep unweary,
may the vines of mercy
vary the gathering days.

Yes, I liked those lines a lot.


8:41 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, b. Fear wanders in and out and through, ending in prayer. Many voices, many fears and rejoices...

8:46 PM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Despite the sadness, I felt good reading such a powerful piece.

as discussed in a writer's workshop

8:35 AM  
Blogger anno said...

There's unexpected comfort here, perfect for the season. Happy Easter!

8:35 AM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Fear fragments as prayer rises - excellent and powerful piece.

3:59 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

GT: Thank you for your ability to see into and through the prayer emerging from the landscape of this poem.

6:28 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: The "comfort" is probably from reading this and then immediately "chasing" it with GB!

6:29 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tumblewords: Once again, I like your take on my work. As always, many thanks.

6:30 PM  
Blogger deepteshpoetry said...

Nice one really.Say what u feel abt my poem on my blog.

1:41 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thanks for your comment, deeptesh.

5:27 AM  
Blogger alister said...

Really, I don’t know how you can go on, keeping on producing your wending winding without me, yet somehow you do, you keep on with your melancholia that withered Van, insured John and merely bothered the sincere. But how can I complain I’m not the evolution of anyone’s desires, the vice of anyone’s grip? It’s the way I seem to have chosen, these excesses of learning and working, drinking and abstaining, eluding then complaining. Well, I missed you, anyway, you and your vines and gathering days. Mercy!

12:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Well, believe me, Ms A, it ain't easy. It takes two to wend, ya know?

4:03 PM  

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