one word chantilly lace: cleanse
ghastly:
solitary brooms,
aquifer in the distance.
these diamond wiles -
castaway varmints -
casually gliding
down whimsy;
if I ever travel
there,
the return will
be twice
as sweet.
solitary brooms,
aquifer in the distance.
these diamond wiles -
castaway varmints -
casually gliding
down whimsy;
if I ever travel
there,
the return will
be twice
as sweet.
Labels: lauper and the bopper
posted by murat11 at 6:44 PM
13 Comments:
Got a real pick-me-up listening to Big Bopper singing "Chantilly Lace" and looking at the beautiful patterns in black Chantilly Lace. Loved the song, loved the designs.
In your poem I think that "these diamond wiles- / castaway varmints- / casually gliding down whimsey;" begin to capture the jiving patterns of the song and the cloth.
But I'm not sure what black lace and a suggestive song have to do with the prompt cleanse, unless you're telling us to get our minds out of the gutter or to wash our mouths out with soap? That is one tesseract I'm having trouble following, bro.
Teresa: Cleanse bops from broom, dreams (aquifers) in the distance, varmints recovered (diamonds in the rough), and from there, the journey home is ever so sweet. Lauper, of course, is girls just wanna have fun....
Hey! All that was your job!
Hi Paschal,
I must admit, that while I had figured most of those out, the "varmints recovered (diamonds in the rough)" had me flummoxed.
And I loved the flow.
PS. For a real-world symbol of appreciation for your e-world contributions, send an address that things can reach you by to the e-address found on my e-site. (Don't, obviously, post it on the scratchings post.) A neighborhood cafe or bar is fine as long as they can receive and pass it on. :) I would email this comment to you, but I have no idea how to reach you.
Tschuess,
Chris
Hope those brooms don't sweep the dreams away with the dirt - girls can't have much fun without dreams :)
I should have done the googling AFTER the tessering, but I googled Lauper first because I didn't think she had any connection to Big Bopper, and then I missed the leaps. Sometimes it's easy to miss the stepping stones when I think too much; following your leap frog means jiving with the flow.
Chris: Once again, it's good to have you back here, dancing through the flow, and while my parsing of the poem is "acceptable," by no means should it have precedence over any other jazzy takes on the riff. Writer&reader are ever and anon Batman&Robin: inseparable duos, no?
I'll be in touch.
Dee: I guess what is "ghastly" are solitary brooms: we need collaboration to ensure that all of us girls be having the requisite fun.
Teresa: Your ability to make sense of all this candy is what is amazing to me, because remember, there ain't no thought while the poem is rumbling on out.
I don't believe there is "no" thought. You are obviously a very "sentient" being with mind powers way higher than "vegetative". I think you can only say there is no "conscious thought" as the poem is rumbling on out (and there are places THAT little image can go that we won't even touch...as in too many Tex-Mex burritos). So the joy of the Muravian game is to look for those unconscious synapse connections beyond the feel of sound and rhythm. Some days I do better than others...
I think lately I've been doing too much on the political blog for my internship. It's killing artistic freedom. But we are trying to build a library of resources for professors to use when they lobby for dollars to keep the university open. There is a feeling of desperation in these parts and many are wondering if there will even BE a university in a year or so. And so I soldier on.
Teresa: Yes. There is no "no" thought. What I am usually shorthandedly calling "no thought" is a very loosely grasping (or non-grasping) oracular state in which images are invited and begin to tumble: I do not look to make connections, I do not expect connections beyond the fact that one synaptic impulse follows another. What I have learned to appreciate from your exegeses is that sense can be found or created, it lurks, pulsing through even my own intention to let go.
And sometimes the unconscious connections are the most meaningful because they are closest to the heart. When the heart is beautiful and pure, the implications are deep, significant, and edifying. Especially when they spring from an oracular state, it seems.
Teresa: True enough.
I should say, that return shall indeed be sweet.
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