February 10, 2011

Appropriation

Prior prior poetics:
half devils,
a thousand swoons,
morning mushroom
concentration camp
conversations,
web plunder for lunch.
Oh, how we explore,
murder their fiction
and romantic notions!
I is my life. It's not abstract
where no one ever talks
ownership. But where is it?
Funny happens quickly.
This is what I'm doing.
Grab the need to be,
the center mindset,
the first place.
Be a point
for everyone to ignore.
The state of the world
is a schoolmarm emotion.
Refocus.

4 comments:

Shrewd Scrutiny said...

I'm sorry, but I just do not get your poetry. Being a fellow writer, mainly poetry for over 20 years I do not often find work I simply do not understand. I mean this as no insult, I just do not see any rhythm or flow. To me, and again, this is not an insult, it looks a like a bunch of random phrases set out to resemble a poem. So, if you could, for this poem, send me an email explaining what it is about, what it is saying, etc. So that I may be able to better understand your style and the rest of your work you have posted. Thank you.

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Gabriel said...

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but do not forget, in Portuguese I advise you to use google translator too
Your blog is cool, or like me by saying Brazil - Teu blog tá sinistro

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