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Dissonance Denied








A disharmonic, a falling through,
No, not frost, a crack,
And not cold, but hot,
Blessed are the pure in heart.

I cannot see her face for the blood,
The beads twisted, but apart,
The hair soaked and matted,
The clothes an afterthought.

As if it mattered,
The bats at home in the cluttered room,
Worn sack words to name each one,
Blessed are the peacemakers.

Just another papal infallibility
Another ancient work of art
A piece of driftwood
Next to the stain on the floor.

How blest are the sorrowful,


He will not strive, he will not shout
Nor will his voice be heard in the streets.

Matt, 12-19

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Written August 19th, 2003

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  • Cynicism101
    August 21, 2003
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    I was fascinated by the near-rhymes you use - the similar vowel sounds (called assonance, if I remember grade 11 English correctly)which to me suggests an attempt at continuity and form in a discontinuous and more or less chaotic world.
    But that's just me reading weird things into it.
    I enjoyed and thanks for the comment.


  • August 21, 2003
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    I enjoyed the imagery in this work - I'm not entirely sure what it was about, although I noted the biblical reference. pray expound for a rodent like myself.


  • Judas Denied
    August 20, 2003
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    I did like it. Reminds me of "Rat Poison". Yep nods This is a bit of a twisty write, but not complicated, just twisted. Strange details that seem to make sense to me.

    and there was only the insescent
    hum of high-wire lines
    blistering his lungs with cancer
    panties tight around her neck
    hair, a matted bloody mess


    "Rat Poison"

    This is an amazing piece, twisted and fun to play with. Thanks for the link.


  • jenneddin silver member
    August 20, 2003
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    I forgot to add.... a truly remarkable poem.


  • jenneddin silver member
    August 20, 2003
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    Psalm 39 verse 2


  • myrataal silver member
    August 20, 2003
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    Oh Lute!

    Must you really do this? These paintings of horror and silenced violence?

    Murdered and laying in blood - her hair matted and a stain on the floor ... bats naming itself.

    I know.

    It is your poem.

    But why does it scream such loud whispers? Please resurrect and replace and rename yes: harmonize. I need another view on this. Please clear the way.

    Hugs.

    Myra


  • Barb Davidson silver member
    August 20, 2003
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    Well i'm afraid my education stopped a few weeks before i got to this class

    Barb


  • mtpoet
    August 19, 2003
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    Could be speaking of poetry to poets with this...a falling through that both represent...& worm sack words...work of art...voice unheard--read...

  • Valkricry
    August 19, 2003
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    I think this is your first that didn't 'speak' to me. Maybe my head's too foggy. ~~~Val

  • Pataliyah
    August 19, 2003
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    there is a clean difference between dissonance and noise, I think...Listen to Chopin...how he knew and used the conflict of notes to accentuate the harmony...Listen to Kirvani...the poetry of dissonance.

  • Pataliyah
    August 19, 2003
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    13 "You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has become tasteless, how can it be made salty again?

  • Odyssey
    August 19, 2003
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    I need to come back and read this again - it's startling, wonderfully worded and high impact. Its also first thing in the morning...so my bleary eyes need time to adjust. ( )

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