With All Restrictions And Renunciations
Of Years Gone Before Ourselves, It Is
Possible To Speak Of A World Sublime,
While Verging Upon The Most Feverish,
Gasping, Quaquaversal Madness
(That Of An Abandoning, Erebusian
Consciousness, A Mysterious,
Mythical Recognizable)--Continuity Of
Erethismic Upheaval In Psyche--Uttering,
Falling Tangled, Into Pellmellodious,
Melliferous, Synaptic Symmetries,
Alternating In Dissonance Of Such
Introduced Push--Eyes Effusively Absorbing;
They Are Smoldering And Uninhibited,
In A Blazing, Rhythmic Rocking, Engendered
Androgynous, And Oscillatorily There, At
The Eclipse, Out Scene, All Moist, In
Umbilical Blood Singed Recesses,
Panting From Such Interior Painting Of
There are words in here that are not in the dictionary...I tend to think they are coined by you, I think I do get the meaning of pellmellodious, but Quaquaversal and Erebusian, I haven't a clue. It was too difficult for me to read, too much work..by the time I halfway deciphered one line the next was upon me and I had to start all over again...I felt like a 4yr old reading a medical journal, lol....maybe I'm just not smart enough for this...I did like the parts I understood, though.
There are some great lines in here.. I dig your style.. though some parts feel like you've flicked through a theosaurus and looked for big words... this will isolate your audience..
loved the ending.. overall a great read
Love it and wonder do you like the artist(s) Geiger or Goya? Picasso? I sense some kind of Zen thing happening in it but cannot be quite sure. Thank you, also, for extending my vocabulary; I really like playing with words.
Ooo, and I was being a smartarse about the "12th Night" thing; I it saw in the movie V For Vendetta (I have never been able to read Shakespeare without picking up a pen and writing myself, subsequently ignoring the rest of the play/s. It's bloody annoying ... or ironic). Thusly I apologise if I have offended you ... my sense of humour is somewhat odd according to my friends. For example, my favourite joke (and I have told this more than twenty times and still find it halarious) is:
Did you hear about the terrorists that walk into a bar? Boom, boom.
I guess this is one of those poems that you either understand it... or you don't. I didn't but probably just because it is over my head. I'm sure you had some really great idea in mind. I'm just not a very keen on big words. It wasn't my thing, but I'm sure it made somebody very happy.
This is like a jumble of words thrown on a page, a true epidemic of immense proportion. An epidemic raging against the poetic prose of the English language. An abstraction of words that can only be compared to the paintings of Man Ray, or the controlled yet somewhat confused flow of an Alexander Calder sculpture. Either this is poetic confusion with a touch of insanity or it is pure genius.
I do not find Quaquaversal in my 2001 OED.
If you have time to answer any of these many comments, would you be so kind as to give me a simple definition?
I do not think I am clever enough to give you a just review of this incredible-looking piece of poetry.
Kind Regards.
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and . . . Ezra Pound (TCOEP).
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