Only monsters and gods ...

Only monsters and gods ...

A Poem by gram linski

The energy ripped the monk
apart, particle by exploding particle
and reverberated deep
inside, in
perfect unity and
empathy with the Universe, he
understood and cried and
slumped against a cave-like wall,
a smile called truth
(Angel eye)
caught in the corner of his
mindfucked sty
took her wings to flight
and sang;

"Only monsters and Gods come this way,
make sure you pick the right side
of the sky."

© 2019 gram linski


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I was going to write a smartass comment on your poem you commented on yourself, but I decided I wanted to talk about monks again instead.

See, when I commented on your poem before I was foreseeing the future. A monk poem, ta-da.

Have you ever read Seamus Heaney’s poem St Kevin and the Blackbird? Just a question. This poem had a similar way of looking at a man who chose self-denial, to my mind. Heaney’s poem is of course very different, but, the idea of the things we grasp to make ourselves keep moving and how much that permeates our lives. That’s there in your words for me. I know, I know I read too deep. Terry Eagleton is my hero. What can I say.

But, I liked the push pull between light and dark. As humans we are rarely just one or the other. I always thought that was one of the stumbling blocks of Catholicism. Man is not completely capable of rejecting the flesh.

I like the ambiguity of your poem. Was he or wasn’t he? I don’t know. Being an optimist I’d like to hope he went the good way. But.

He seems to have understanding. So there’s promise.

Good poem, Gram.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

4 Years Ago

Another two people I have to google, it's sometimes hard to tell one monster from another god, thank.. read more



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Since some of your reviewers did not know what the hell this poem was about, that gives me license to interpret freely. I'm reminded of how, living in the wilderness these last ten years, I feel like I've been living the life of a monk. And then this year I stopped my satellite TV, so I'm that much more removed from whatever hogwash is being fomented on by the masses. Out here in the rarified air, I find myself choosing between monsters & gods all the time *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


gram linski

4 Years Ago

Hey Margie, would love to know what way you choose, you have an uncanny way of picking seemingly ran.. read more
barleygirl

4 Years Ago

It can be a little tricky, but I invite the gods into my mind while the monsters tinker away with my.. read more
gram linski

4 Years Ago

haha, now that sounds like the perfect answer, :))))
I have no idea what this poem is about. At a young age (between 5 and 7) I did have this recurring dream of angels and demons. They would shoot each other with bows and arrows, if one would get hit, they would vanish POOF and appear on the other side. Weird huh? It would make a kid a believer or maybe be the seed to a growing mental condition. Haven't figured it out yet. But something you said about gods and monsters rings a bell. It's a thin razor's edge between the two and swapping sides is a peice of cake. Btw. Your poem really pops to the eye.


Posted 4 Years Ago


gram linski

4 Years Ago

Thanks, CD, we all dream of angels and demons, the ghost of Christianity,, I would check that ssedli.. read more
In my own mindfucked mindseye I saw the fat frier (full fat!) explode as the friar met his end and even god did not know where to send the poos sod. So much for following the path buddy!

Posted 4 Years Ago


gram linski

4 Years Ago

well that is certainly one point of view,lol
I was going to write a smartass comment on your poem you commented on yourself, but I decided I wanted to talk about monks again instead.

See, when I commented on your poem before I was foreseeing the future. A monk poem, ta-da.

Have you ever read Seamus Heaney’s poem St Kevin and the Blackbird? Just a question. This poem had a similar way of looking at a man who chose self-denial, to my mind. Heaney’s poem is of course very different, but, the idea of the things we grasp to make ourselves keep moving and how much that permeates our lives. That’s there in your words for me. I know, I know I read too deep. Terry Eagleton is my hero. What can I say.

But, I liked the push pull between light and dark. As humans we are rarely just one or the other. I always thought that was one of the stumbling blocks of Catholicism. Man is not completely capable of rejecting the flesh.

I like the ambiguity of your poem. Was he or wasn’t he? I don’t know. Being an optimist I’d like to hope he went the good way. But.

He seems to have understanding. So there’s promise.

Good poem, Gram.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

4 Years Ago

Another two people I have to google, it's sometimes hard to tell one monster from another god, thank.. read more
i know i wouldn't want to have to pick...and sometimes even if we chose the latter, the former could rear its ugly head...


Posted 4 Years Ago


gram linski

4 Years Ago

Indeed j. they are the flip side of the same coin, and every now and then the monster becomes a god,
Now let that be a lesson to those who preach one thing and go and do another. A mindfucked monk. I like a nice bit of Karma. Good morning gram over the border.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


gram linski

4 Years Ago

Cheers Chris, I think most monks must be a bit mindfucked to follow their doctrine so religiously, l.. read more

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