But at no time have I ever met with such a degraded version of the human being as this man*
Genesis; minus one
Me ol’ cockernee sparra
OO Nothing reflects but my red hot eyeballs(cOOking)
4 Quartereyes only
Cutup on a pandemonium stage
Intersubjective space is warped
multi- directions snap off metaphysical twigs
as a wet chorus is bled dry of decipherable musicality
a cartouche text box (hymn sheet) is
written upon his skin
altered pages - changing minds
Independent contingency splits thought patterns sidelong (<leftbanking)
perception emergency meltsdown to a subatomic overdose(a neuron moron).
a perspective mix of genre tricks and little pricks(synapses collapses)_
the shooting gallery chicanery of both hipster and nurse
poke fun at pissed off proletariat patients on isolation wards @3.47am.
Glory be found under this rock
stop me breaking before it's too late
stop me breaking before it's too late
Glory be found under this rock.
The inscription reads;
so sorry to hear about your cell death separation.
crab scratch crab scratch crab scratch.
a personality concentrate coalesced in his :colon
Steven Johnson crapped
Black blood thru a
Panic trap onto
an antisceptic
polished klosh.
It hatched;
a new breed was born.
The inscription ends;
(adopt a parrots voice)
You’re fucked for breathing.
You’re fucked for breathing.
You’re fucked for breathing.
OO Nothing reflects but my red hot eyeballs(cOOking)
4 Quartereyes only
Cutup on a pandemonium stage
Intersubjective space is warped
multi- directions snap off metaphysical twigs
as a wet chorus is bled dry of decipherable musicality
a cartouche text box (hymn sheet) is
written upon his skin
altered pages - changing minds
Independent contingency splits thought patterns sidelong (<leftbanking)
perception emergency meltsdown to a subatomic overdose(a neuron moron).
a perspective mix of genre tricks and little pricks(synapses collapses)_
the shooting gallery chicanery of both hipster and nurse
poke fun at pissed off proletariat patients on isolation wards @3.47am.
Glory be found under this rock
stop me breaking before it's too late
stop me breaking before it's too late
Glory be found under this rock.
The inscription reads;
so sorry to hear about your cell death separation.
crab scratch crab scratch crab scratch.
a personality concentrate coalesced in his :colon
Steven Johnson crapped
Black blood thru a
Panic trap onto
an antisceptic
polished klosh.
It hatched;
a new breed was born.
The inscription ends;
(adopt a parrots voice)
You’re fucked for breathing.
You’re fucked for breathing.
You’re fucked for breathing.
Revelations; plus 22
Timor Mortis conturbat me.
the fear of death distresses me.
the fear of death distresses me.
*Tony Hopkins - The Elephant man (1980)
Arron, love the write as usual. Religion is a great skeleton here. Love the latin there at the end and some killer lines in here, the proletariat one was pristine as was the section from quarter eyes to hymn sheet. I listened to the piece while In Flames was screaming away to Clad In Shadows from their Lunar Strain album, pretty cool when the rarity of random song mixes with the written word and although different each amplifies the other. Excellent write, thanks
ReplyDeletephenomenal write Arron! I totally got all freaked out when you popped in out nowhere in the video... good stuff man
ReplyDeleteWell...well....this was freaking awesome! Seriously, the read fantastic, (The Elephant Man provided many an urban legend for the group of rag tag kids I called friends years ago) but the addition of the video...and the added role? I've a feeling the casting call was most interesting! :) Way to unleash OpenLinkNight!
ReplyDeleteThankfully Fred let me know what the language was at the end, going and trying to confuse the cat geez..haha you rocking back and forth with one eye hole, is umm kind of creepy but such fun. Religion is definitely a fickle distress and death sure does leave us in a mess.
ReplyDeleteoh hell ma...the repititions, both of them are effective...love you start before genesis and end after revelation...the sounds too...the scratching yikes...love it...
ReplyDeleteNow that one was a ride...both the video and the work itself. Outrageous, potent, and certainly does some interesting things with language.
ReplyDeleteGlory Be great Dunbar reference, our plesaunce here is all vainglory, great parrot voice, and the image in the last lines almost too vivid to read without a shudder. Fine line between the human and subhuman for some, in't there? The internal rhyme in the early part extremely effective, and another thumping huge poem from you--again.
ReplyDeleteI want a T-shirt with "You're Fucked for Breathing' on it for Christmas now.
Okay, now you've gone and added another dimension to this already haunting poem with the brilliant video...clearly you've figured out how to clone yourself...it was just a matter of time I suppose...fantastic, Arron.
ReplyDeleteA great performance piece. You have substantial dramatic skills that build on your poetic talent. I'm with Hedgewitch... start purveying those shirts.
ReplyDeleteSo, as soon as I saw the Elephant Man, I was ready for anything. I watched that movie as a kid, and I never forgot it. Whoever that is under the sheet sounds just like him in the video, and yeah, you made me jump when you popped out, lol. What a ride. You've got some super-gritty images amidst the fear. You are rocking it tonight :)
ReplyDeleteNeed a shirt, too. This is a real trip. Loved the vid. Here I am getting ready to sleep and now I think I'm wide awake for the next month.
ReplyDeleteAwesome
Polyphony..cacophony... those voices collide to great effect Arron. From Genesis to Revelation 'You're fucked for breathing'
ReplyDeleteWhat a great allusion to John Merrick.. really sets the piece up visually and thematically.. and the nurse...
Video cauterizing slurpiness...
from genesis minus one to Revelations; plus 22 - fucked up for breathing.. you never cease to surprise me with how your brain works and how your mind wanders and weaves those poems... powerful write as always arron in your very unique voice
ReplyDeleteAmazing, effective poem; I like the others' comments. Felt I'd hit the crux of the work with the line "so sorry to hear about your cell death separation" and the denouement with "Timor Mortis conturbat me." Both elucidate the overlapping layers manifest through their ragged edges, and implied thicknesses. Each one unraveling mental apprehensions and discoveries by an artist.
ReplyDeleteahh...you're a master weaver with words, indeed. This one made me smile; a nice layering of subject matter...off with a bang and end with what it boils too. fun, clever write ~
ReplyDeleteamazing expression.
ReplyDeleteHello,
How is your day?
Glad to land here,
Amazing poetic muses shared,
Smiles.
Welcome joining us for poets rally week 57,
A random poem or a free verse is okay.
Hope to see you in.
Happy Thursday.
xoxox
hard top know what to say. I find you hard to crit. It just IS, a lot of the time. It's so different from anything else there are no yardsticks. This may well indicate genius
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