one word prusiks: knot
Tina Karagulian's "Eye" (oil painting)decent exposures:
knot
the kind you take home
to mutha
the kind you parade
through
the narrowest
of streets
the kind that
infantilize
the noblest dreams
the kind that shimmy
down the lasting
pole,
the very last
place you'd
think to hide
your reckoning:
gordian's sista
can get
them five
for a dolla, if you
holla -
if you think
it best.
give it your
best,
dreamers,
be explicit
down the long
lines
of your
knottiest
dreams, &
send your cash
a-scheming.
Labels: eye splice
posted by murat11 at 6:38 PM
10 Comments:
This is a jolly, shimmering poem despite the knotty subject matter. Green seems to be your happy color (or maybe it's just that the gorgeous Tina Karagulian oil painting at the top puts everyone in a good mood).
I love that Gordian's sista can get them five for a dolla, so true, so true. Everybody takes the knottiest knots home to mama, so women get them more! And any time you want to send you cash a-scheming, I can sell you some swampland in Florida! (That would have me rolling in the green.)
Teresa: It was a jolly write, too, though I ain't buyin' no land in the hurricane alleys. My eleven year stint in New Orleans was time enuff.
mama can untie knots, remove splinters and their eyes have no logs in them when you go home with a mite in yours even if your dreams take you down narrow streets. Even gordian sistas can go home to mama, she'll untie all the knots and help you brush off your dreams.
she always knows best. Loved this even if I did reckon it my own way.
Dee: That's the only-est way to reckon it, ain't it?
well, how's about some shimmering oasis in the earthquake-prone deserts of California?
Were you in New Orleans during Katrina?
You iz a persistent realtor there, Ms T. I'll pass on the shimmery, shiny objects.
Long gone from NOLA before Katrina. Left in December 1994.
Can't interest you in a little California gold, then? Although I think the gold is all mined out and now we're down to pyrite. I guess Bro Murat is no fool, no sirree bob.
I'm not a persistent realtor, part of my problem...
December 1994 was a very long time ago...
T: '94 was a long time ago. The internal planet still lives on in the body, and the body's memory...
"Give it your best, dreamers." Good, knotty advice. Naughty too. At least the pole-shimmying part. At least if you think "pole dancer." And why not?
Tina's eye of the storm shimmers. And shimmies.
San: There's something lascivious about our sweetest dreams, no? They scandalous the mundane right on out of us...
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