No Poets

No Poets

A Poem by Edward Clay
"

In reference to and in memory of Brion Gysin, the forgotten Beat ..

"

 

Pool splash!

 

And then the world did wander,

weaving words and spitting forks,

tongued scars on the pallet -

 

"I'm inking the lifeblood! I am!"

was utterd with a petrified roar,

and slowly the canvas erupted;

 

flowers on tarmac.

(Stain brushed satin and

waterfall drops

 

fall in petals)

And in amongst the broken

beads of laced sweat,

 

you were right:

poets don't own words -

just the beauty of the landscape.

 

Ripples fade.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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wow. that was incredibly unlike anything ive ever read before and it was FANTASTIC
love this:
you were right:

poets don't own words -

just the beauty of the landscape.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reading "No Poets", i get the feeling of tranquility and acceptance. It flows like a majestic river, through the land. We never do owe the words, which we write across the page, rather a pale reflection of the world in front of us. Thank you for sharing this poem.

Therisa

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is a really intriguing write.. i don't remember reading anything quite like this.
good poetry leaves vivid imagery in the mind - this played out a scene. i could see it unfolding in my head... beautifully done.

xx K

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the flow and technique you used
nice work

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you were right:

poets don't own words -

just the beauty of the landscape.


Absolutely wonderful! Your talent is obvious and sparkling! Lydia

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not only the imagery but the kuleshov-like effect produced by the images juxtaposed is very meditative and brought tranquility to my mind, perhaps due to the stream of consciousness flow. I had never even heard of Brion before this, but after Wikipediaing him, I thank you for bringing him to my attention. Gaugan I think mentioned something to the effect that beauty was an integral part of art, and the ideas that flow upon reading this certainly are beautiful to me.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this. It paints pictures.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Captured, indeed...I felt the spontinuity and then some...beautiful.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hey, I really liked that, especially the first and third stanzas.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That last stanza was the best way to conclude it. Awesome job! I like the metaphor of it... unless that's just my insanity imagining a metaphor. Anyways, excellent poem. ^^

Ironically Yours, -Blade and Blood

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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The land of wherever, just south of Nowhere.



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