the factory

the factory

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the factory


melting mannequins
blues' theories up in smoke
artists paint their last stroke
with a sizzling brush,
the legacy a mere ash

the clutter of creativity
entraps the masters of their craft
burnt to the ground are portraits
and abstracts

and what is left behind
is not,

just conjecture
and a few oils
that survived.



erin-cilberto
12/4/16

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto


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Conjecture that puzzles and still makes you feel satisfied with what you read... Artists..., they all are but mannequins with a difference of authority. Only difference will be the choice to dance when whistled rather than ordered to...

Thanks, J.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, tanmay.

j.



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You come around the corner see the factory burning, smell the smoke as the light of the fire blinds you into a vision.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Al.
j.
This reminded me of the 'always on TV' carpentery show "New Yankee Workshop" j.
The carpenter always made a point of clearing his materials and tools away after use.
I guess lest ' The clutter of creativity' cause a fire or accident, metaphorically or otherwise.


Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

love your reply...better than the poem...thank you, Tony.
j.
Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

Never j.
never my friend.
your welcome.
As with many of your works, the mix of literal and figurative leaves the reader with much to think about. For me, it conjures images of artwork intentionally destroyed by despots and dictators through history -- and the loss of humanity in the process.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

i like your take on this, KL..

thank you for your visit and words.

j.
how sad
the destruction of creativity
of things that cannot be replaced
well done, friend- will always be back


Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Bacchus.
j.
rise of the artist from the ashes. crafty work here. Careful wording brings the vision to life!

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your review, Michael.

j.
They put their heart and soul into their art. If you cut them they bleed their work. A factory of another dimension - not of this world and order. Thinkers outside of the box and often misunderstood. Their work tells a story that cannot be denied (speaking to us) and lasting long after their last breath.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

love this reply---wish there were more thinkers outside the box...i really try to get my students to.. read more
Pete

7 Years Ago

be patient with them. we live in an age where people and things (i.e. media, tv, cellphones, comput.. read more
Conjecture that puzzles and still makes you feel satisfied with what you read... Artists..., they all are but mannequins with a difference of authority. Only difference will be the choice to dance when whistled rather than ordered to...

Thanks, J.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, tanmay.

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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