There is too much death
in the ruins of the stores,
even as the children run with wild abandon
through the shiny aisles
where the shelves recall the empty past,
the cage of crypts
the shadow of days
the hollow ways
of to and fro
as if there was somewhere to go.
such needs as greed decrees,
as harmony demanded
progressive lists
each
a little longer than the last
the worker basking in the wheeling of the clock,
nevertheless
the dead are stacked in precious rows
waiting for the production line
to startup, pressing bones again.
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Written May 15th, 2005
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The so-called major poets have most of them given their own gift but the peculiar term "major" is rather a gift to them from Chronos. I mean that they have been born upon the stroke of their hour and that it has been given them to heap together and arrange and harmonize the results of many men's labour. This very faculty for amalgamation is a part of their genius and it is, in a way, a sort of modesty, a sort of unselfishness. The have not wished for property.
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I found this both odd and interesting. It is rare that I read something on AP which is both of those. I don't know if it's any good, but at least it's not boring teenage scheiss which is exactly what so much of the stuff on here is. So an applaud is merited I suppose.
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nice job
Intresting.. your font is hard to read, and I don't quite get the song paper. I think you should have went with a different background to bring out this poem a little bit more. Another this is where you from " to and fro" i think it is supppose to be to and from? correct? well, you might want to check with spell check and review whay you have written. Other than that I thought it was a very nice read. Just a few errors, and don't stress we all make them more times then we would like to admit. -
It's very sad... but you have a way with words and it shows in your poems... Keep working hard and writing!!! All the best,
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great imagery
i love the imagery! -
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subtle embrace on death touched by a poem. very nice. -
eeee...yikes...just one great machine...but aren't we all just
cogs? everyone racing about...looking for more of this or more
of that...only to find, that in the end (like Jim Morrison
said: No one here gets out alive...)
is it really worth all the rat-a-tat-tat we go through, just
to end up on the big old mortality conveyor belt? who knows...
what we had or had not makes no difference when the body is
cold and there is no one left to care anyway...
UB
miss me? hahaha
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This is just the kind of thing an Aquarian would think while shopping or working.. him/herself outside of it all, though truly immersed, and stuck in the system.
the worker basking in wheeling of the clock - true.
~Scarlet -
I wonder what our forefathers would say if they were to walk into a modern day supermarket. I'm quite sure they wouldn't be able to believe their eyes...we have so much convenience at our disposal and yet we are more time poor than we have ever been...it makes little sense.
I like the reference to bones and dead things, indeed, the supermarkets are graveyards for our self-reliance, if nothing else. -
Well of course I agree. The mistaken belief in progress that skewers love and truthfulness and humanity like so much frozen poultry on the shelves. "As if there was somewhere to go": yes, and I am just shivering in the crisp aisle, looking only for a decent place to stand. That was my favourite line, which I found more satisfying than the next line with more Es than a deep freeze.
Lutey is always at his best when being apocalyptic. Or sometimes when being sentimental. Nice Urwin comment you got there.
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Well that's cause they're all alike. Wal Mart, K Mart etc. We don't have any of those here but we have a Tacs and Racks, combo clothes and hardware store. Just about everybody in town works there. Punchin that clock every morning. 9 to 5. Everything closes at 5 around here. Hey I heard Wendy's is coming soon. They'll probably put Eats out of business though. Sad.
Okies I'm off to read the first one. See which one I like best
Desiree Darkk
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we also had to wear orange jumpers and blue shirts with fucking GRAPEFRUIT on them. i never thought i'd wear a shirt witth a grapefruit. what arseholes.
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Yeah .. too bad. You should have a Patron. Big window, sitting there writing all day .. nothin' else to do. Tea, either iced or hot when needed....CD of your choice .. whatever.
Hey! He lives. That's very good. Pressing bones .. well sometimes it can be good but not when you are dead I suppose but you ain't ..dead. And thats good too.
Reminds of Fred Flinstone .. all thoe boulders he moved around...till that whistle blew and he got to go home to Wilma .. that is if he wasn't going to the Lodge to see the Grand PoohBah with his buddy Barney. And that green alien Kazoo.
This is not a song .. is it? Why would it be on song paper .. if it wasn't .. it would, I suppose be a sad kinda song .. solo guitar maybe harmonica ..
Ya know, I don't have a watch .. had some given to me over the years in attempts to make me stop being late .. never liked the feel of them on my wrist .. shackles almost but wheeling the clock does say it all doesn't it.
Gotta go ..
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Yes well, as Morrissey would say - Shoplifters of the world, unite and take over, Shoplifters of the world hand it over, hand it over hand it over. Which would be quite right. And that's because he doesn't like greed. And you're right because they are full of death - they are full of producers and growers and farmers and workers and whole communities getting screwed over on the price of tea and mangoes and bannnanas because some people are too fucking selfish to pay a little, tiny bit more (I mean the people who can afford to anyway) and buy Fairtrade stuff. And then they are full of all the dead chickens and pigs and cows and sheep - and all the farms are in the freezer. And the "cage of crypts" reminded me of all the storage cages out the back of the supermarket I used to work at, because they are all cold and metal and everyone moans the whole time because it's so fucking mind numbing - when really at least we had enough money to get by, it was boring but at least we wern't getting screwed out of our basic human rights like a load of the people who were actually providing the produce we sold. What's that thing Martin Luther King said, ""We are indebted to half the world before we finish breakfast" -something like that anyway - and too fucking true. Dead Dolphins as well. Fuck. I used to hate working at Sainsburys, I felt like such a zombie and I used to mess up all the orders and have to be polite to complete utter cunts who were moaning because we only had this flavour crisps or something when they wanted another one. And all the managers were smarmy, slimy wankers with massive power-trips. And when you're on tills you just sit their for hours going bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep That's 12 pound 60 please. bleep bleep bleeep bleep bleep blleeeep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleeep bleep That's £89.90 please, would you like an cashback? Have you got a reward card? Are you collecting the vouchers Madam? Ergggghhhhh/ Blergh.
yes yes yes the wheeling of the clock. definately. -
nevertheless
the dead are stacked in precious rows
waiting for the production line
to startup, pressing bones again.
wonderful write! very smooth flow and an excellent choice of words....very beautiful imagery n smooooth flow.
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this is very accurate... i love the message that i got anyway and feel... this stanza was gold...
such needs as greed decrees,
as harmony demanded
progressive lists
each
a little longer than the last
the worker basking in wheeling of the clock,
i feel like working for a living is like a mortality clock that ticks annoyingly loud...
great poem
billy -
I do applaud now
Now you have put this in writing and I must say that you are certainly right I do find this a wonderful write and hope it continues to be featured so I can come back to applaud it.
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