the dog sound came from that sweaty man
who wore his collar open
his body hair on everything
the source would hardly be considered where raw fish is served
it was a wailing from a deep place that smelled of sour, human keeping
a commingling of effort and stasis
that drew a joker from
the shuffle of a dealer's cards
it was a signal to the pack
and they of course made much of it
writing long poems
about war, injustice and the kind of corporate greed
that impales the innocent on Vlad like poles
it reverberated in my brain
working inner passages as a subway coming into station
a sudden screeching
a convulsive birthing,
an opening of doors,
an I’ming,
a coming out
Author notes
I did get to meet Alan Ginsburg and show him one of my poems. My first line was something along the lines of "Twentieth Century man, made in Japan..." Surprisingly, he took it well. I found him a bit repellant as a person, but his poetry continues to nag me. I am inspired here by his poem, Howl.
A contest entry
- Pre-writes that should have been Gold by Mythtress.
1200 points, ended January 6, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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How totally cool that you met Ginsburg! Repellant? Who'd of thunk it? heh heh
Your poem is VERY good. I found myself reading and re-reading it. Just when I thought I understood it, another thought or idea grabbed me by the brain cell and off I went with other ideas. I'd like your explanation sometime out the 2nd to the last line. Grins.
I bow to the master. Good job.
Write on, poet.
Blessings,
Myth
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God! i loved this.
"the dog sound came from that sweaty man
who wore his collar open
his body hair on everything" - beyond descriptive.
"it was a signal to the pack
and they of course made much of it
howling into night
writing long poems..." - love this romanticised view.
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Interesting write. I read it twice and got two different things out of it. Best of luck in the conest, keep on writing ~TC
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Very poetic!
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beneath is the good stuff,
Poets go so deep that they disguard what society finds acceptable.
it is what comes out that draws others to read their words.
a sudden screeching
a culvulsive birthing
an opening of doors,
an I'ming,
a coming out.
your dept is also outstanding my friend
God bless you...
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Very interesting.
Such descriptiveness leaves me wondering if there are not double meanings within the phrasing and words of this poet and yourself. This is a bit deep for me; I could study it for weeks for interpretation. My old poetry prof would have a field day with this!
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Well, yes there are "double meanings." Sometimes poetry is like this. And, yes, this is a reflection on myself---also a characteristic of written poems.
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wow. thats cool that you actually got to meet alan ginsberg. another fine peice of work. it really has an dirty urban vibe to it, one can definately tell you were inspired by ginsberg's Howl here.
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This poem is so good that I almost fear to leave a comment on it--but these lines came alive and left an impression on me:
it verberated in my brain
working inner passages as a subway coming into its station
a sudden screeching
a convulsive birthing,
an opening of doors,
Reading your poetry is always a pleasure. -
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Hey, this kind of comment is 'soul food.'
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