Lonely Song

Posted June 12, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Lonely Song

The lonely list to a wayward song,
rocking still as it drones on,
its croon sway-swooning mid-cry, mid-moan,
a scaling slide from wane to bone.

Some break this with a wheedling song,
it pleads, don’t leave me here alone,
it sighs and groans but betrays their case,
importunate need scaring off all grace.

The learnéd lonely let go at last,
hold solitude locked close and fast,
shrink when passers-by come near
(turn up the TV not to hear.)

But some stay always neophytes,
unskilled at solipsistic rites.
These lost somehow can’t learn by heart
the lyrics that make lonesomeness an art.

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Here’s a poem, belatedly, for dVerse Poets Pub Hundredth Open Link Night. One is never lonely at the pub! Check it out and congrats to Brian Miller and Claudia Schoenfeld who are the masterminds of the site.

Also, sorry the above photo is so melodramatic! I took a few of these pics, and was a bit rushed in choosing.

Final apology – I don’t think learned has an accent, but did want to emphasize the -ed.

Final final apology – am uploading from a mobile device. The pic may not show completely on an older browser. Just click on it, if you want to see full pic. Thanks!

Webbed Stalker?

Posted June 9, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Tiered Inside

Posted June 8, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Tiered Inside

My true self will read all of Proust someday.
Its eye on the ball, it will glass-slipper its way
past every stroke of twelve. It will delve deep
into great ideas, its genetic alleles still
maintaining a Nietzche
in what’s-right-now hip.

Oh, that true self–
that would-be me if I would only be it–
that shit.

But then there’s that other bit–
it’s not a self, so much as a space,
a tier infesting the chest
like the stateless thirteenth floor
of a building too fearful to count–
a sob story–not a tale, but the level where quashed sadness
convenes, recording minutes in blobby diligence, but not
reading Proust,
looking through the glass darkly rather than snookering
into its fine shaped shoe.

This bit does not understand
either Nietzche or the hip, but it does get
that life is a blip–
even the life of the true self, even the life
of the would-be true self, even the life
of whatever self finally just lets be.

This bit grips hard when the selves
loosen, tells them who’s boss.

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Here’s a draft poem for dVerse Poets Pub’s prompt on Entwin(n)ed Poetics, about twins, opposites, divided selves.  Do check it out.  (Also, sometimes photos do not show completely on older browers- if it looks weirdly truncated, just click on it.) 

Why Some Write (Cut-up Homage to W.S.)

Posted June 6, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Why Some Write (“Cut-Up” Homage to W.S. – the voice in English-speakers’
heads when we do write)

If the way to death is not lighted
by recorded fury, a syllable of strut, the brief stage
of fools told, this last candle of sound,
then life’s but time told
by a shadow, a to-morrow
that frets all yesterdays, and to-morrow,
full of dusty nothing, and
to-morrow, poor hour, a day-to-day that creeps
an idiot’s pace, a player
at walking, a petty tale of out, out.

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Here’s a poem for a very cool dVerse Poets Pubd prompt by Charles Miller that challenges one to use techniques developed both by the Dadaists and the Beats – that is cut-up poetry, mixing and matching words from other texts.

I confess to not being hugely comfortable with cut-up poetry – I’m very big on narrative and direct meaning–so I decided that if I did this exercise I was going to give myself a head start by using some very good words. In this case, I took Macbeth’s soliloquy –“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” from Act V, Scene V of Macbeth. I’ve tried to use all/most of the words – I may have a few more “a” and less “upons”. Being a woman, I also substituted “a” for “his” at one point.

It’s a fun, if challenging, exercise. For me, what was especially interesting in this, was how close the meaning has stayed to good old Shakespeare’s – even though I did try to mix the words up a bit. At any rate, I urge you to try the exercise and check out the other poets at dVerse.

Nocturnal in Be

Posted June 6, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Nocturnal in Be

Knock-knocked/tick-tocked
self-mocked/self-socked–
Who’s there?

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Here’s a little query in the night for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt for With Real Toads to write a nocturne. I think the prompt was aiming for something more lyrically musical, inspired maybe by Chopin, probably my favorite composer. I could not come up with something more lyrical! But I was reminded by Kerry’s prompt of a story told by Artur Rubinstein, a great Chopin pianist, of how once as a young man, when hounded by creditors and disappointment, he tried to hang himself from a hotel bathroom shower (either rod or shower head) by his bathrobe belt. Even though I suspect that both showers and bathrobes were far more sturdy back then (I believe this was in 1908), the whole apparatus collapsed, leaving Rubinstein (i) alive), (ii) ruefully amused that he was even a failure at suicide; and (iii) with a renewed and seemingly vibrant commitment to life. (This is a memory of the story heard during my childhood when Rubinstein used to actually be on talkshows! I think I have the details right, but I’m sorry if they are a little fuzzy.)

Finally, my story has nothing to do with this story. But I couldn’t help thinking of it because of my attachment to Rubinstein’s performance’s of Chopin’s nocturnes. I urge you to listen to one.

Bad Side of Spring Thaw

Posted June 5, 2013 by ManicDdaily
Categories: children's illustration, Environment, Uncategorized

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Poor polar bears have fewer places farther in between as arctic ice floes melt.

I am posting this drawing, which you will notice has no elephants, from iPhone. If there are not TWO polar bears in it, you may need to click on the drawing. Thanks.

The Masseuse Is Worried

Posted June 4, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Still trying to branch out from elephants, but elephants creep in.

(If the whole masseuse does not show, or all the quills of the massaged, just click on drawing. I am posting from a mobile format and I fear that parts of the drawing are inadvertently cut. Thanks. )

Branching Out?

Posted June 3, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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I have been trying of late to branch out to different animals.

I mean, in my drawings, and I mean, other than elephants.

The first above was a European Bison.  (Sort of.)  The hump on his back looks suspicious.

Then I moved on to ducks.  (Sort of.)

And a horse.  (Ha.)

Hope your weekend was good.

P.S. – I’m not sure that drawings uploaded from an iPhone in their original (large) sizes show up on older browsers, so please click on image to see full version.  Thanks!  (If they are not loading in full, please let me know.  I could use smaller versions also.)

Hot Day–Imagined Beach (with you know what.)

Posted June 2, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Hot here. I fear some browsers don’t show a whole picture uploaded from iPhone app (which is what I use) so posting smaller file black and white version below. (Sorry for repetition–I get nasty surprises sometimes when I check a post on a regular computer after posting on a mobile device and find that only half the pic is there! The lady elephant in corner would not like to be cut out! Usually if you click on photo or drawing, whole will show.)

Stay cool!

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Shame Amidshipmen

Posted June 1, 2013 by ManicDdaily
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Shame Amidshipmen

Gobs of semen lobbed
on a lolling face–don’t talk to me
of protecting and defending when a woman
drunk to sleep
is but a c(o)untry to be surrounded,
invaded, ground
into your back seat, thoroughly
pillaged.

Your compatriot,
your comrade in arms,
your fellow human.

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This was written, crazily, in response to Claudia Schoenfeld’s poetics prompt for dVerse Poets Pub about bathroom poetry – I was thinking of “shower” and this came up.  I’m sorry.  I’ve been very disturbed and outraged today reading about the investigation of a serial rape case involving midshipmen (primarily from the football team) at the US Naval Academy.  Facts are not in, and I don’t mean to implicate the men involved in this particular incident, but lately there have been many reports of sexual abuse and harassment at the academies, and in the military generally.  There are proud institutions that have garnered and deserved a great deal of respect historically, so it is pretty shocking.  (At least to me.)  Sorry this is so grim – I could not think of a graphic.  Check out dVerse for much more cheerful poems today!