Big Jim and some bad Acoustics

Big Jim and some bad Acoustics

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Big Jim and some bad Acoustics

 

 

insert the eccentric accent

of the vowel or the consonant

between the lines of sanity

frozen brains propel enigmatic theory

into iceberg logic

 

and poems become experiments

in steadfast verse

to see if it could withstand

years of poverty

and still flourish into rich themes

 

accompanied by angelic streams

that flow through dreamers' seams

 

and river rhetoric's endless tributaries 

to be read by Huck Finn wannabees

who sail down wind

of scholastically praised blather

 

loving simpler stanzas

because they only want full stomachs

and the pregnant pauses

of complicated metaphor

leave them confused and hungry

 

sitting by a calloused campfire

tying New Yorker Magazines

onto rafts

then setting them free.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/9/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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The only way to achieve personal acomplishments in life is taking chances.
So much to ponder in your words sir.


Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you very much for your words, Dale,
j.
Has the sound of an indictment of avant garde poetry, such as that which sometimes appears in the New Yorker. Yes, the Huck Finns do avoid that ''scholastically praised blather.'' Can't say I blame them.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

me either...thank you for your comments, John.
j.
Like I told another poet recently . . . this sounds like the channeling of Hart Crane . . . (Did he tell you where his body lays in the Caribbean Sea?!) "A calloused campfire" . . . Huh?! . . . Come on now . . . Jim and Huck DID NOT read the New Yorker!!! You can't pull the metaphor over this old guy's eyes!!!.
T.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

ha ha....yes, channeling...and no, they didn't read them...just used them to test the rafts...thanks.. read more
kentuck14

5 Months Ago

you are welcome.
The playfulness overwhelms, see me now, see me later, can't decide which way the winds blow!

regards,
al

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your words, my friend,
j.
Love this Jacob it’s one of your best

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you, Julie,
j.

I have often found a good haiku to be far more pleasing than a half decent book.... Well crafted and deeply meaningful, as bloomin always..... N

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Neville,
j.
Neville

5 Months Ago

pleasure jacob
When you see rich kids you see all the spoils but they are not happy to me, their parents are too busy to be a family unit while as the poor have little they seem more united and happy with what they have, Of course there are some really doing it tough

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

i love this review...so spot on...thank you, andrew for the understanding...

j.
And...you don't mess around with Jim.

Quite a coincidence, j. I'm reading a biography of Mark Twain. An amazing life...not really formally educated...just those experiences on the river and with the area around Hannibal to drawn on and yet the characters he created still linger on...Huck...Tom...Jim.
Fascinating person to be sure.
Probably couldn't write something so 'sensitive' now.

To be sure, I 'sail downwind, between the lines of sanity'...safest place to be...in the middle of the river away from the shoals and rapids.
I believe you have a good write.


Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

wow, that is a coincidence...and i appreciate you sharing...and your kind words on this write,
.. read more
Wow, a different sort of a stinger for you. First off love the title and the last stanza is a hell of a capper, the visual made me laugh. The stanza about experiments and living through years of poverty really strikes home. I am not sure why I do this other than I like to and like the people I talk to and have similar desires. But it does seem like an exercise in futility at times and I guess that is why ultimately we write for ourselves and our own sanity. If it ends up sticking somewhere else, well, all the better. Cool stuff.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

we do it because we were chosen to? maybe..
thank you for your insights, Crowley...always ap.. read more

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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