stolen line, new poem (thanks to Dee)
[tantamount moons]slam it at you are the days
purloined by fussilage babies
quietly foregoing the diddly squats
memorizing trilobytes
cosmetizing the fertile crescents
the babylon babes
in twos and threes
wishing on stars
made plain by clapping hands
"if you're happy and you know it"
falls on deaf ears
deafening the ends of time
the easts of the sun
the wests of the moon
she was tantamount
to the last good noon
until the fever broke
& lines of demarcation
broke free
sampling
mapling
all the fast lanes
the fever trees
the puissant fools
in their unguent
foolery.
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posted by murat11 at 11:41 AM
18 Comments:
Loved the picture at the beginning and the diddly squats and the fever trees and all the great allusions in this poem. Is the stolen line "tantamount moons"? Babylon never had it so good or so fertile or so "crescenty".
Looks like the six miles before 7 a.m. revved you up in fine shape ... you just snatched Dee's excellent line all for yourself and danced with it past the fussilage babies, those babylon babies wishing on stars, past the fast lanes, clear through to the puissant fools in the unguent foolery. Wonderful to read. My favorite part, though, comes in the middle, at the shift from "you" to "she"; loved the line, "she was tantamount / to the last good noon."
I always love how you play with words. I tripped down this starting with fussilage - those babies and their fossils, the trilobytes being memorized (so much more important that the diddly squats) and then
wishing on stars
made plain by clapping hands
"if you're happy and you know it"
falls on deaf ears"
what a sad thing that would be - children clapping and singing and no one hearing.
I love the line "she was tantamount to the last good noon" and all that follows.
What a funny word "puissant" meaning powerful but looking anything but. It fits well with fools eh?
Nice to have a light on here :)
Hey, Sister T: slam it at you are the days was my crush line of the day, and consequently the one I committed flat out felony on. Loved the line: poem hadda come next.
A grand larceny, indeed.
Anno: "She" - whoever she be - always brings the wonderful shifts. I am indebted to Dee for the line and her graciousness in not calling the cops.
Dee: Funny, your "sad thing" comment: I was sitting in front of a library computer when I wrote the poem and in the background was the gosh-awfullest racket of an adult trying to engage apparently comatose children in a round of "if you're happy and . . ." Curmudgeon me, I was not happy and I knew it, thinking, is this a library or what? Then they closed the door, aahhhh . . .
Grand larceny indeed. :-D
It's all in the perspective isn't it? LOL Yes I agree libraries should be quiet. I still remember my high school, tightly bunned, frowny lined, disapproving, shushing librarian. Ah, those were the days...My senior class trooped in the out door, followed against the path and went out the in door. We were such rebels!
Larceny is the greatest flattery.
Although after reading where and how you wrote this, no wonder you were in a felonious mood. Grand larceny is so much more civil than murder, especially when one has a poetic license to play the field and clap one's hands happily or angrily or ecstatically. Glad to know your license has been renewed for today at least. I needed a Murat poem to break up the monotony of the Lotus Sutra. Thesis reading...
Good to see you back. Had a little holiday? :)
DM: More walkabout than holiday. Glad that Dee's line set me in motion.
I love the way your words fall, like silver balls in a pachinko game. Your peace and quiet stolen by clapping, pinging, fussilage babes. Your prolific summer must have ended. Your silence was not unnoticed. Hope all's well in your part of Tejas, amigo!
in this moment, I simply smile, you have a style, it is yours and it has rhythm.
Good words from you, Miguelito! Good to hear from you, too. Love the pachinko metaphor. All's well - save the infernal heat - and school has a cool vibe this year. Blessings to you.
Tammie Lee: Love that curio poem you sent. Mil gracias.
So many gems in this poem, but my favorite is: quietly foregoing the diddly squats...I may just have to utter that phrase everywhere I go today.
jsd: It's one thing to know diddly; it's another to know diddly squat . . .
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