Dream Song(s) 1 and/or 2 Unedited
[I'm not sure exactly when I wrote this, but it's in my journal, sandwiched between my 4/29/2011 and 5/22/2011 entries. I can't decide whether it's one or two poems. Maybe it's both—or neither.]
Covered with smashed
wild eyed pilgrims
mass of incomprehension
just get out of their way
70 percent of the city
about forced labor
fractured brown cobwebs
why did you leave
languages I can speak
the only witnesses
so I drank the whole bottle
we cannot know each other
cruisin' for a brew sin
I used to walk about with a group
to pull ourselves past to the end
and again the visionaries laughed
murmuring who and how
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Covered with smashed
wild eyed pilgrims
mass of incomprehension
just get out of their way
70 percent of the city
about forced labor
fractured brown cobwebs
why did you leave
languages I can speak
the only witnesses
so I drank the whole bottle
we cannot know each other
cruisin' for a brew sin
I used to walk about with a group
to pull ourselves past to the end
and again the visionaries laughed
murmuring who and how





especially liked the phrase "fractured brown cobwebs"
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Thanks for reading and for your kind comment, Karen.
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I have to admit I liked the phrase "cruisin' for a brew sin"- that's classic John Burroughs, there.
I could see you expanding this a bit, tying the two stanzas together with a few bridging lines. Lots of good images here, lots of depth. "Just get out of their way"- I like that, too.
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Thank you for reading and responding. Sure, there's much that could be done with these. But the achievement or point for me was to let them be.
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Yes, I do see the "unedited" notation on the title. I've always admired your strength in letting a piece be exactly as you originally wrote it. I tend to overthink my lines, and what results isn't always what germinated. I shall "open my eyes" and read it through several more times. I always get more out of your poems on repeated perusings.
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The whole bottle...because...indeed.
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Indeed. Thank you.
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No poem at all.
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Abre los ojos.
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I hate when people are anonymous... especially when they don't have anything nice to say... a bit cowardly.
I like several lines... but these I liked especially because they led somewhere... and left me to wonder where.. I like when lines do that..
"why did you leave
languages I can speak
the only witnesses"
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Thanks! Sometimes it seems that no matter what I post, someone's gonna have something negative to say or think about it. But that's not unique to my work. Maybe it's human nature.
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Well I think it's cowardly to hide behind an anonymous posting... but I don't think there is anything wrong with someone having an opinion about someone's work.... people are gonna have opinions one way or another about the subject matter of the the way it is written.. good or bad. And not everyone likes or thinks my work is any good.. but I'd prefer them to say it straight up than do a "hit and run"... like this person did.
But if you are gonna say you don't think something is a poem .. then back it up with why and don't hide behind a veiled curtain.... why be anonymous?
Otherwise it's just a meaningless opinion.
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If one looks for poetry in everything, one will find it.
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I just read this for the first time and realize that sometimes poems are like dream material. I have had a few disconnected thoughts in my dreams lately and find the subconscious overpowering and wonder if this poem was the result of a dream. Since you added a clip from Vanilla Sky as a comment it did open my eyes to the meaning of the poem. Very subtle, John!
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When I posted this on FB, I said "I ain't no Berry, man" - a reference to John Berryman's Dream Songs. I highly recommend that book, though I've not yet finished reading it.
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