The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/15/08

[BlueIris]

"spoiled man"

I know it's possible to live like that—alone and not actually real
largely tolerant of yourself
although with a feeling that you are being indulged
as if you're stuck underneath a projector of visions
omniscient and unforgiving

I tell myself there may exist a mechanics
of suffering
in which you are a humble detail
a lost human being
helpd by the hand and urged
"more obeisance, even more obeisance!"
and you even enjoy writing tragically
about the kind of spoiled man you are
about a man who is a daily ritual of regrets

I know there exists an evil magic to life
a baroque seduction into which you dissolve
with a folksy mirth sometimes
and only the (desperate) dignity of what I am
—the words of old Thomas—
gives me the courage to face the views ahead

—Vasile Garnet
(translated from the Romanian by Carrie Messenger)

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[BlueIris]

2. Kick.

[BlueIris]

3. Alright, that's it. You leave me no choice, Loungers.

I'm going to have to bring back the crazy poems. Clearly the ones I have posted lately have not been provocative enough.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear BlueIris!

You know, I tried to get into this one, I really did!

And I just could not get it or enjoy it...

I'm sorry!

This one just didn't make any sense to me...

Perhaps it was because it had been translated...:shrug:

It was just too damn esoteric for me, and I like poetry!

:hi:

[BlueIris]

5. Okay, well, maybe I won't have to take drastic measures, then.

Still, a part of me is tempted.