These people are very terrible, genuine, awful creatures.

These people are very terrible, genuine, awful creatures.

A Poem by Logan Carryall
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The hatred of people seen without a soul or purpose.

"

 

These people are very terrible, genuine, awful creatures.

They cannot care for the emotions of another or even recognize

A passion existing beyond the regular, the passing exchange of

Fluids in an exchange of numbers, above the carpet of drugging

Nor see, for what light, above ones darkness, does yonder window

Break? On who? And nothing slows down regardless of the temperature of the

Bile that beckons one to feel it, down in the gutters of a mouth and mind

tongue in cheek

Finding certain recesses of truth and heart to be inopportune to the physical loyalty

Display of one’s more unseen of extremities- a face in a mirror gathering motive

To kill that which harps upon it, which gains from it, which sees through it?

To convince, finally, all mankind that the summary of a creature as this is

a vain

Animal- dear sir, and please dismiss your god-awful God in the soup, who’s ingredient

Is far too subtle for an enormous palate of pleasures, such as this, our world

Which has been gathering sense- while dismissing the descending splendor on mass cost.

Sir, your Hesiod spent his speed in work and haste—to explain with what pleasures have work

beyond the

Words? Which as we all know are a fragment of consideration, for without the meaning?

You have this… an ego without balloon or fuel in sight. No truth in action.

Maintenance--the menial work of combing the weeding hairs and flaking flesh of the soon to be

seen as mortal

No omnificence beyond the age of four, as one grasps hold of life by the heart strings to bear

Witness to its existence, within sinning guilt of action……..  For

These people are very terrible, genuine, awful creatures.

These people are what we have.

© 2008 Logan Carryall


Author's Note

Logan Carryall
Erudite, Disparaging, Cynical, Overreached,
Is this too much of these things?
Does this lack feelings?
Does this lack...lacking?
Give me a whacking.

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This feels a little over my head... but, I will give it a try.

"These People," that would be me, you, and everyone else right? I would like to say that I am as unselfish as Mother Theresa, but then I wouldn't be able to finish my comment due to the lightening bolt that would have struck me in my head... I strive to be better. That is what most people do. Most but, not all.

I had to look up Hesiod. Didn't know who he was until today... You helped me learn something new... one of my favorite things, a gift you didn't know you were going to give... how bout that!?

I didn't study him at length or read his works in depth. I went over the synopsis the Wikipedia gave me... ahh, the marvels of our modern age. I read about the 5 ages of men. Very interesting.

"Hesiod finds himself in the Iron Age...(hmm, sounds like these days)... During this age humans live an existence of toil and misery...(80 of the worlds population. No, not us)... Children dishonor their parents..., brother fights with brother and the social contract between guest and host (xenia) is forgotten... (you know what they say about fish and house guests, they both stink after 3 days)... During this age might makes right...(I'm thinkin Georgie boy and Putin),... and bad men use lies to be thought good...(every evangelist on TV).... At the height of this age, humans no longer feel shame...(Brittany Spears giving the paparrazi a furry shot)... or indignation at wrongdoing...(OJ Simpson);... babies will be born with gray hair...(got me on that one???)... and the gods will have completely foresaken humanity: "there will be no help against evil."

I guess I was trying to be funny...

You ask if this lacks feeling... I am drawn to this line...

"A passion existing beyond the regular, the passing exchange of Fluids"

These are words from a soul that perhaps desires a different union. A passion that transcends the every day, instinctual drives that we all have. I feel despair as well... maybe the search for such passion is a futile waste of time, perhaps there isn't anything more than what we see in the world we live in.

"These people are very terrible, genuine, awful creatures.
These people are what we have."

You do have genuine in your list... it stands as a quality on its own. You don't say people are "genuinely awful" ... you say they are terrible, genuine, awful. That is important. Seeing people for what they are can be a terrible curse, not recognizing the same things in ourselves... down right dangerous... I am trying to think of an example. Hmm, I don't know pick a dictator________________.

"People disappoint us, we disappoint ourselves....." - Ms. K

"Nor see, for what light, above ones darkness, does yonder window Break? On who?"

What light? Why the sun of course.. On who? Why me and you... We might be awful sometimes, we might be terrible sometimes but we are genuine all the time...

Well how'd I do??

Goodnight

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this one went on and on and i lost interest but forced myself to finish it.
i am rather manic at the moment so, take that as you will.

i enjoyed this line though:

please dismiss your god-awful God in the soup

and i retract my prior comment about you never writing anything awful about republicans.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Goddamn.

I'll have to cobble together an actual review and come back to this, but that's my inreaction.

Hawksmoor...From The Bleed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I kinda like poets m'self, well norrall of them, but summa them, well a few o'them.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You have an authentic voice. Life is perception and the way you perceive "very terrible, geniune, awful creatures" into one paradoxical view is challenging and risky. You've managed to be subtly intellectual in describing the frailty and mortality of men in a chaotic age. One may perceive one in the same person very terrible and a another my perceive one and the same person as...geniune, awful, etc. It captures the complexities of interaction.
Great effort.

Favorite lines:

"Fluids in an exchange of numbers, above the carpet of drugging

Nor see, for what light, above ones darkness, does yonder window

Break? On who? And nothing slows down regardless of the temperature of the

Bile that beckons one to feel it, down in the gutters of a mouth and mind

tongue in cheek"



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This feels a little over my head... but, I will give it a try.

"These People," that would be me, you, and everyone else right? I would like to say that I am as unselfish as Mother Theresa, but then I wouldn't be able to finish my comment due to the lightening bolt that would have struck me in my head... I strive to be better. That is what most people do. Most but, not all.

I had to look up Hesiod. Didn't know who he was until today... You helped me learn something new... one of my favorite things, a gift you didn't know you were going to give... how bout that!?

I didn't study him at length or read his works in depth. I went over the synopsis the Wikipedia gave me... ahh, the marvels of our modern age. I read about the 5 ages of men. Very interesting.

"Hesiod finds himself in the Iron Age...(hmm, sounds like these days)... During this age humans live an existence of toil and misery...(80 of the worlds population. No, not us)... Children dishonor their parents..., brother fights with brother and the social contract between guest and host (xenia) is forgotten... (you know what they say about fish and house guests, they both stink after 3 days)... During this age might makes right...(I'm thinkin Georgie boy and Putin),... and bad men use lies to be thought good...(every evangelist on TV).... At the height of this age, humans no longer feel shame...(Brittany Spears giving the paparrazi a furry shot)... or indignation at wrongdoing...(OJ Simpson);... babies will be born with gray hair...(got me on that one???)... and the gods will have completely foresaken humanity: "there will be no help against evil."

I guess I was trying to be funny...

You ask if this lacks feeling... I am drawn to this line...

"A passion existing beyond the regular, the passing exchange of Fluids"

These are words from a soul that perhaps desires a different union. A passion that transcends the every day, instinctual drives that we all have. I feel despair as well... maybe the search for such passion is a futile waste of time, perhaps there isn't anything more than what we see in the world we live in.

"These people are very terrible, genuine, awful creatures.
These people are what we have."

You do have genuine in your list... it stands as a quality on its own. You don't say people are "genuinely awful" ... you say they are terrible, genuine, awful. That is important. Seeing people for what they are can be a terrible curse, not recognizing the same things in ourselves... down right dangerous... I am trying to think of an example. Hmm, I don't know pick a dictator________________.

"People disappoint us, we disappoint ourselves....." - Ms. K

"Nor see, for what light, above ones darkness, does yonder window Break? On who?"

What light? Why the sun of course.. On who? Why me and you... We might be awful sometimes, we might be terrible sometimes but we are genuine all the time...

Well how'd I do??

Goodnight

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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