Saturday, October 30, 2010

poem: miss if

drumhum megarapidshare
we are in the fallen times

cherishing fixtures

regaling the puppyloves

sensing the long division

of vigorous anonymity

these were the wheres

when she gathered the rest

of you and by the Hoovers

and catalytics left you begging

for more. quickened, you

lacked plenty, lacked soul,

lacked the multigrain variety

of sensate virility: gather

gloom, you reminded,

seeming treasure,

refinancing yesterday's dreams:

Friday aftertimes,

all your little Dickinsons

tatty natting while

world and brother &

little Suzi all go to hell

why trill the blowzy news

when your banana mantras

hail the returns

I saw you in the midnight

I rang for the rest we'd

left in the wicked mire

I sang the reminders,

the severals

the red severance

down the mountain the rains

the stenographers of

grackle moons, rushing

the lithe, the pre-sorted,

the charisse'd calves

mesmerized by the dashboard

catch that little miss

if you can

if you dare

if you care

to last the rest of your daze:


occipital ziggurats

you know how to

& in the latter days






Blogger Teresa said...

I loved this one. It has so many cool words and a weird beat. The phrase triangular, occipital ziggurats really tickled my fancy. All I can do it picture a person with a tower growing out of his forehead, a unicorn perhaps???

7:37 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

yes, all will tell
well done sir

9:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: How cool that unicorn came through: completely unintentional, but they have been around: my advisory kids and I had to decorate a pole for the Fall Festival. One piped up with, "Let's do rainbow-puking unicorns!" And so we did . . . A couple dozen of them. Very Picasso-esque R-PUs at that.

10:44 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you much, TLee.

10:44 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, a unicorn with a ziggurat horn is definitely Picasso-esque. So one must have followed you home from school.

11:44 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Clearly. Seems to have finished with the rainbows, though.

1:44 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

haha Teresa's imagination made me laugh.

The megarapidshare is what got my attention, this is a megarapidshare world and these are some megarapidshare days, I believe. But it also feels that much of it lacks plenty, lacks now I'm listening to your musical selection.

5:38 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DM: How good to hear from you on this most excellent Halloween! You're right about Teresa: she's definitely got the uni-vibe, for sure.

I agree about the megarapidsharedness of this world these days: been feeling plenty of it myself, which accounts in part for my relative absence from these airwaves. I feel it in lots of places, though: feeling that I am getting lost in too many shuffles, need to drop out and see the blue sky, the green grass. See it, breathe it: not just ramble through it at a fast clip.

I'm reading Jon Krakauer's Into the Wild: I'm surely no Chris McCandless, but I can feel more of that call he was feeling, more than I've felt in a while, more than I felt when I first encountered the book. Sean Penn's movie is a fine adaptation, too.

6:04 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

I loved the occipital ziggurats (ziggurats is one of those words I just love - say is fast and angry and it sounds like you are calling someone an awful name) but my inner child loved tatty natting while
world and brother &
little Suzi all go to hell
tatty natting - who couldn't love that lol
Little Suzi better wake up cuz the internet police don't cotton to the drumhum rapidshare downloading and they WILL tell :) Fun one!

7:13 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I liked that "occipital ziggy" combo meself: just enuff slant rhyme to please the Belle of Amherst sheself.

Happies: Halloween, All Souls, All Saints, and dia de los muertos, not to mention Paschal Murat's and Anne Proffitt Goulish's Birthday Weeks.

8:10 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Happy Birthday week, Murat. Many happy returns. So glad the unicorn stopped vomiting rainbows so you didn't have to wipe the sherbety swirls of rainbow puke off your linoleum. Rainbows can get quite sticky, you know.

8:25 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: So that's what the sticky on my kitchen floor is! Thanks for the birthday wishes!

8:27 PM  
Blogger anno said...

In fallen times, moving with grace is one way to remember to keep on moving until you find it, and I love the way you danced your way through this long-legged poem.

Your poems always feel like they come in one smooth gesture, each part so connected to the next that picking out favorite lines or phrases inevitably leads to quoting with the entire poem. Gotta admit, though, that sharp characterization of "quickened, you/lacked plenty, lacked soul,/lacked the multigrain variety/ of sensate virility" made me laugh, as well.

The attending angel does not look particularly happy with the scene below, might even be a bit judgmental. After reading all the comments about the occipital ziggurats, I'm wondering if Tina might have a painting in the works to accompany this poem. ... sure would love to see it, if she does.

Thanks for the birthday wishes -- hope you are enjoying an excellent and joyous birthday week as well!

1:38 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: I do so love your take on this poem and its process. I'm not sure about smooth, but they do flow at one brief sitting, maybe kin to the gestures of a zen calligrapher.

I chose the angel as Eros: whether he is truly Eros or not, I can't say, nor can I tell his attitude to the proceedings. According to Plato's Symposium, he is born of Poros (Plenty) and Penia (Poverty). Those two seem to collide a lot in our lives, for richer and poorer . . .

4:15 PM  
Blogger San said...

For starters, drumhum advocates for dyslexia beautifully, as observed in grackle moonlight, in the last days.

Teresa wishes you a happy birthday week. Is it already?

2:51 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: All for advocating for aixelsyd, any time I can. Drumhum just seemed the better of two evils. Birthday week is indeed upon us; birthday day is Saturday the 6th.

Hello to you!

5:18 PM  
Blogger San said...

There's still a little of the dazzling cake Flan made for me over at my place. Wander over and have a nibble when you have the chance...

1:20 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: I'll at least get there through the ethers.

7:17 PM  

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