Who Are We? What Are We?

Who am I?
    I am not.
        What am I?
            I am not.   
                What?
I am the dialogue between Adolf and Mohandas…
        …The docile pirouettes of a whale…       
            …The mazel tov kisses that ride along a bullet…
            Strictly, confidentially contradictory hypocrisy
                    Lost in translation.       
                        S****y roadmap results.
                            It’s all Chinese to me.
       I am the crystal clarity of Beijing smog…
            …The virtuousness of a druggie’s conscious…
                …The baptism of Iceland…
            Completely, blatantly unforgettably wrong
                Wandering lost soul
                    Whimpering at charity’s doorstep
                        With 3k stuffed away in the left pocket.
Call me what you like, like it or not, I don’t like the fact of my likeness to the like of hypocrisy.
I cannot be. You cannot be. Milling, swarming beasts of duplicity and wrong.
Who are you?
                    You are not.
                        What are you?
                            You are not.
                                What?


   

 

Reviews

[Stephanie]

This is amazing! You describe yourself as one thing and then completely contradict it in the next line, which is like saying you're not sure who you are yet (forgive me if I've got it wrong!). I agree with some of the reviewers below me, this is something you could read over and over and find something new in it each time. The way it's shaped is pretty cool as well. I just love the whole thing overall. There's so much more I could probably say that wouldn't do this justice, so I'll leave it here. Fantastic write :]

[Pax Analog]

Fresh and arresting.

Flow of images/identities with a feel of random inevitability.

Underlying the push and pull of the relative is a sense of seamlessness defeating any attempt at grasping, at being a "something" or "someone."

Rather like Zen's "not this, not that" -- this poem wrenches free from referents to an Open Field.

Cool.

[DavidRyan]

The imagery in this is beautiful. I don't even know where to begin. I love the description. As I was reading this, I realized this is how I wish I could write. Strong, secure, unforgiving. Well done, dear. I can't wait to read this again.

[RAWR!]

nice
monkeys, just lost and confused monkeys.

edit: i mean apes

[Clockwork]

The thing about this poem is that you can read it over and over and it catches you in a different way. You show a real control of language. I feel that you mix the modern day with a slightly older age feel. The form in which you wrote this piece really captures life.

[Maylea]

That was really poetic and artistic. It's the kind of poem you can read several different times and always get caught on a different line. Someone always just stands out. I really enjoyed that. :D

[Jean P. Prudhomme]

I like it. it's good...don't know why...never do....they just hit me over the head and i smile....

[Eagle Cruagh]

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[Eagle Cruagh]