one word mercenary: twine
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posted by murat11 at 6:34 AM
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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- Name: murat11
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GRIEVOUS TOASTS
- A Confession
- For my grandfather...
- one word firespike: growing
- one word discography: angels
- okay, just follow along here...
- one word entropy: coin
- one word lapsang souchong: dispute
- cedric, on your feet and earn your salary...
- one word social work: welcoming
- while we're on the subject...
8 Comments:
I like this one. It's a little longer than your usual fare.
I'm still deciding if your mercenary is a soldier playing with string in a trip line or if a mind is twisted and twined in a mercenary mode or if the twining refers to passion for a price... So many possible stepping stones to leap to next, each one giving the poem an entirely different connotation.
(And Murat will say "Yes" to all of them, probably.)
I'll be back when I've let it simmer a little.
Teresa: I should start by saying that I wrote the bottom piece before the top piece: they were two responses to the oneword prompt of "twine." I suppose they can be seen as separate or one, depending on what the reader does with it. I personally don't see the mercenary as a soldier, more like mercenary states of mind.
Perhaps the bottom piece describes the disarray, and the top an attempt at re-assembly, slowly climbing through all the means of deception.
So a mercenary mind is a twisted mind that misses the point, misses the misery around it, and because its passion is twisted and false, the passion withers into a fallen dream?
And the remedy is for the twined up, twisted mercenary mind to unravel itself, getting out of its disavowal of human suffering, getting out of its self-protection at all costs (with its blue in green soldier uniform--you do have soldiers in here), and it needs to ascend to the mountain tops where its mercenary tendencies are shriveled by the rarified atmosphere and it can dally with dreams of the crescent moon?
That's one mighty tesseract crossing leap for mankind!! Hope many in our generation can make it...
I like it that way. A poem to be read from the bottom up.
T: Woof. Now that it tesserine synthesis. I believe the poem is yours.
Our, bro, ours. I can't synthesize without your thoughts and words... I'm just the translator here.
T: Merci.
The mind these days is incapable of tesseracting or even just tesserthinking, but I sure liked those nouns of protection; also the mind swiveling/ missing the point/ missing the misery.
Anno: I liked nouns of protection, too. It's too damn hot to tesseract down here! What's y'all's excuse?
I know: it's kale overdose, isn't it?
Have a great weekend. Sunday, we're off to the beach.
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