poem: failed homeostasis

poem: failed homeostasis

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
"

under enough stress, or in face of prolonged adverse conditions, many animals enter a state of reduced activity in order to preserve vital functions

"

 

 

my breastbone is split in two, today-

       the angels watching over my heart

     thoroughly excised it instead,

           for safe-keeping, sawing

    through bone and anesthetizing

       all connections;

        vital processes deactivate

     for the spirit's protection.

 

you are right- i have no control

   over you, this space

  is yours to use and destroy

     as your fancies determine. i am

    invisible, voiceless;

   disempowered to prevent

     decaying slump into uselessness-

 

rust and rot, a relinquishing-

   half a decade of carefully selected

     investments, lovingly tended, vanished

    overnight. It is, as you say,

      no longer mine to notice,

 or mother. and last night, that last piece;

 

the one still determined

    to wake you up, to make you care

  to shine love into worn places-

      went dormant. it curled into a ball

exactly as I have lain so long

    under your victorious glare

   each time I surrender another

        earthly concern

 

you ask what went wrong,

  why the thing you love most, fled-

   you demand a why of your gods;

  fists pounded on doorframes, upended

    tables, broken chairs: why did i do

   this TO YOU? you rage; and the

        answer is so simple you missed

   its truth.

 

what failed is nothing

   so complicated as designs to wear

  down dreams and replace them

      with others, but simply that there was

     no way for the organism to thrive

          when it loses all control over

its home environment. homeostasis

        cannot be achieved.  

 

  

 

 




© 2013 Marie Anzalone



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TLK
I can tell you're a biologist. An excellent use of academic precision to dissect the messy world of human emotional responses.

I would call this the screech of an indignant meteor -- except slowed down, organised, made intelligible. But no less powerful.

The penultimate stanza shifts from the earlier introduction to and excavation of the main problem, and keeps an unrelenting gaze on the victim/perpetrator (always a compelling subject of writing). The way the lines toss up the evidence of the emotion with the narrator's calm response is done so easily that it would be too easy to ignore its genius.

The last stanza extends this response so far that it seems to leave nothing left to say. It is an extremely fitting end to the whole.

Posted 4 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

jkhatz

4 Years Ago

I simply love how all of Marie's personalities are reviewing this poem she wrote, including, but not.. read more
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

LOL, jk. Has anyone told you lately that you are a beautiful woman? TLK: your words here are an appr.. read more



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deeply emotional, disturbing (for being so true), painful at times and witty at others, I find it to be a peak of poetry whose layers take a heart ready to bleed and rolled up sleeves, readiness to climb to its core. Beautifully written life-soaked, intelligent poetry

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Marri, for this gorgeous review. I have been told I tend to be a very visceral writer; I .. read more
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Marri

4 Years Ago

ah, the wisdom in the first paragraph! Poetry for me should be like this, beautiful for its rhythm a.. read more
Designs to wear down dreams and replace them with others...as if we need help with that. We, it could be argued, do just fine smoothing out the edges of our square dreams and then questioning why we keep running around in circles. It's insidious behavior when it is calculated and exacting - stealing life so that one can feel better or have what they think is the perfect life. I made you into the perfect us? The math doesn't add up. But is that not what makes true acceptance so beautiful? The strength and proclivity to let one assume ones natural state....and truly loving and celebrating that soul in stasis....this is why we seek and fail and seek again....
Thank you for this piece.
CM.

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Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

That comment about smoothing square dreams and running in circles is remarkably profound, and useful.. read more
Very nice. I think I wrote something along these lines only using autotomy. You captured the essence of an uncontrollable emotional response - in a brilliant scientific metaphor. The heart wants what the heart wants.

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Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Yes, I could see where autonomy could be used interchangeably here, for a very similar effect. This .. read more
Good work S; lots of personality

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1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

S? What does "S" refer to?

Thanks for the reviw, Paulo. I have to wonder about whether .. read more
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Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

wow please excuse the double "not" in the first line. I am so tired I am hallucinating
each time u have a certain way of structuring yer poems, the lines in them and even the punctuaton that i find remarkable...your visuals here are very good too

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in dreams, I can dodge blows while in a state of homeostasis..I guess I can move my eyes without moving them
homeostasis is an illusion in reality, I think
you have to surrender to this and fight for that spirit of yours
fight like it's the only one you've got
I could review the literary quality of your amazing voice
but I'm subterranean and I figured I 'd stop by on my way to the core of the matrix
wish me luck and I'll do the same

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Enjoy the journey to the heart of the beast, Heftlander. I hear that matrices are in full migration .. read more
i like the scientific language here...i also feel that this was a terrific poem if it had only included the first stanza...but the rest really brings it home...sometimes there is just no waking another up...

excellent write...

jacob

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2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thank you, jacob, your words are always appreciated here. What you mention is indeed a tough realiza.. read more
This is very good. I love the language and the sentiment; taking something so emotional and boiling it down to this clinical response is nothing short of brilliant. Thanks so much for sharing your work with us.

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3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thanks, KAO. I don't know if it was meant to be clinical as much as detached observation? LOL I reme.. read more
KAOlmsted

4 Years Ago

;-) My absolute pleasure.
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TLK
I can tell you're a biologist. An excellent use of academic precision to dissect the messy world of human emotional responses.

I would call this the screech of an indignant meteor -- except slowed down, organised, made intelligible. But no less powerful.

The penultimate stanza shifts from the earlier introduction to and excavation of the main problem, and keeps an unrelenting gaze on the victim/perpetrator (always a compelling subject of writing). The way the lines toss up the evidence of the emotion with the narrator's calm response is done so easily that it would be too easy to ignore its genius.

The last stanza extends this response so far that it seems to leave nothing left to say. It is an extremely fitting end to the whole.

Posted 4 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

jkhatz

4 Years Ago

I simply love how all of Marie's personalities are reviewing this poem she wrote, including, but not.. read more
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

LOL, jk. Has anyone told you lately that you are a beautiful woman? TLK: your words here are an appr.. read more
OK, I'm going to add my pathetic two cents. This is an excellent write, Marie. It doesn't matter which side of this equation one finds themselves; the truth is that things can become so out of balance, irregular, incomprehensibly illogical that no about of manipulation can set it right. But then what? Then what...

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

UfoAuthor

4 Years Ago

A toast to all travail that sets things right.
Here's to another round of joyous daylight! read more
Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

I will proudly raise a glass on high to that toast!
"Here's to another round of joyous daylig.. read more
UfoAuthor

4 Years Ago

I'm honored. It's yours, Marie. May it serve you well dear lady. I/we will be thinking of you... .. read more

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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xela, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual poet, essayist, novelist, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, .. more..

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