Die Weltanschauung!

Die Weltanschauung!

A Poem by Alessander



     The iron sky leaks overhead
     a draft that howls and rises from the bowels
     of some primordial distance, indistinct
     and indistinguishable
     from the sketches sprawled across my bed
     charcoal shadows feverishly scrawled
     a few nights hence, though when
     i cannot really tell
     passions swirltwirlcurlunfurl
     intensely and obliterate
    
die Weltanschauung!
    
in-der-Welt-sein!
     inside-before the eye

     the I a vessel out at sea
     bobbing up and down
     sloshing to and fro, keeling-reeling
     caught in the death-throes of das sturm-und-drang
     until it finally capsizes
     until it finally succumbs
     just as the sky oxidizes
     and crumbles apart
     sinking to the bottom
     of some immeasurable dark
     the broken hull becomes
     a home for lidless sharks.



© 2012 Alessander



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wow, it seems like we were just talking about this, about "purpose" and then i read these lines:

of some immeasurable dark
the broken hull becomes
a home for lidless sharks.

and this adds a bit of a twist on that conversation, purpose finds itself outside of what we percieve. i.e. the purpose of human beings is to convert oxygen to carbon dioxcide, for the purpose of feeding superior beings... trees! we are indeed vessels in this regard, we are not what we are, but what is useful in a multitude of perspecives.

i really like the language of this, and how the sounds become more meaningful than the meaning of the words... very well done, very

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Help...I need a dictionary. lol I enjoyed reading it...just had to Google a few words.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I think maybe it should be bowels instead of bowls. But then I've been wrong before. I like the swirltwirlcurlunfurl and the language that bounces back and forth between here and there

and I like the way that I expect sturn-und-drang but it's and instead

i need a good dark beer in one of those too big glasses, warm and dark to read words like these

but not potato salad, I hate that stuff

Posted 5 Years Ago


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This is an excellent poem with a lot of great imagery,really like the final image which closes the poem well with the sea image which you introduce in the middle.Like the use of German,normally the article for Weltanschauung is die not das in the nominative case.Sturm und Drang was a movement of young poets in the 18th century.Anyway,a great poem,I look forward to reading a lot more.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lovely write. Provoking indeed, you manage to both captivate and induce thought with words transpired from an almost seemingly physical sense of lyrical flow. Your inclusion of German phrases is undeniably an innovative touch reminiscent of Eliot- in fact several aspects of your poem correspond slightly with some of Eliot’s writings. Perhaps instead of “lidless” use “listless”? Regardless, wonderful, thought provoking... I enjoyed it. Keep writing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


The scene left me inarticulate "the sketches sprawled across my bed charcoal shadows feverishly scrawled " ... Delicate are your words and deep is the concept... beautifully esoteric and artistically recondite which explains the reason why I read it two times. The metaphors are carefully expressed....
the last nine lines are A CREATION.

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Intense. Thats what it felt like reading this. You are my favorite poet on here :). The ending is somewhat disturbing. Actually all of it is. It has an impact. I love it great job!

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Would make a nice selection for a poetry reading…

I like the iron & charcoal & oxidized sky…as well as the rhythm and rhyme throughout. And the sketches on the bed…at once part of the scene, and the scene itself. I imagined the room in motion...the speaker comes across as vulnerable, in a room (and mindset) that offers virtually nothing in the way of comfort or protection. It begins to feel like an out-of-body experience. And I really liked this:

sloshing to and fro, keeling-reeling to the side
caught in the death-throes of the sturm-and-drang

The only thing that threw me a bit was the ‘before the eye/the I’ thing...not the meaning, I just think it’s a matter of replacing the hyphen with a dash.

And the message in the final two lines is perfect.

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I'm speechless... Always a pleasure to stop by and wind up flabbergasted :)

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is a sense of entrapment in this vast yet intimate confession of belief... In vivid metaphors, the angst of living shines shadow on shadow... Deeply moving...

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