What could only be imagined through these alien doors
involved great white balloons and violent pits. Seats to
the right of me, seats to the left of me, my space right
before me. Standing position, as I'd always imagined. The Muse
on show; the pomposity, the grandiose, even the cock-rock. But
I came for the genius. The inspiration. The inch-long piceous
spikes protruding from his head that were no more. Replaced by
his new flat-top hair-style. I'm not in love with him but it seemed that
way. I just loved his manic style and his gangly grace; his intense
little bursts of virtuosity. The pack of press and gig-goers all equally
excitable. We endured the support, suppressed by their individual
inability. Elbow they were called and we were all elbows when the time
came for the main attraction. There they are.. somebody whispered.
They were trampled on without emotion. Matt, Dom and Chris, such
ordinary names for Gods. But I'd waited three years for this
to start. The day was here: everything I'd wanted. I expected all of this.
I never expected you. You wedged between my chest and the guard-rail.
Paid for my protection with an impish smile and by mid-set our
fingers had become ancient, inter-laced friends. Was it the Muse?
Was it the insanity? Whatever it was, the climax had been
teased from both of us by the onset of the encore. I wasn't prepared
for your Stockholm Syndrome.
Author notes
From my 2nd year JMU poetry portfolio.
Written May 26th, 2004
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Unfortunately you don't seem to explain to the reader what you mean by his Stockholm Syndrome. Oh, I know the meaning of th word, "coming to identify with your captors" I just know know how that relates to the spikey haired one. I also don't know what is actually going on, whether it's an initiation, of some kind of even a sexual ritual, though reading below maybe it was simply that you all went out to see a concert. So Muse is a band? I'm old, not up on modern misic.
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theres two meanings to this for me. I love Muse and it always annoys me when people say that they are depressing. theres just so much emotion in their lyrics and passion how can anybody find that depressing?
"this is the last time I'll abandon you
and this is the last time I'll forget you
I wish I could"
how is that depressing?
so anyway... the second meaning for me is the real stockholm syndrome. was reading about it the other day and a young guy who was kidnapped for over 8 years and used to go stay over with friends and never gave away his captor in all that time. stockholm syndrome is such an interesting and strange thing.
Stockholm Syndrome describes the behavior of kidnap victims who, over time, become sympathetic to their captors. The name derives from a 1973 hostage incident in Stockholm, Sweden. At the end of six days of captivity in a bank, several kidnap victims actually resisted rescue attempts, and afterwards refused to testify against their captors.
I love the poem Davey and Ive not read any of yours in so long. I lost your number a long time ago. I hope youre well. Send me a message and let me know.
Lisa x
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Yeah they're gorgeous live, I always thought it was a weird feeling with the massive white and silver bubbles they throw out to the crowd and they're so floaty and peaceful but the squased feeling isn't, it's pretty angry and the front bar breaks ones breasts and ribs and hurts very much but all in all i'd watch them again and again and again. That bit about the fingers is lovely, she was lucky, I always seem to manage to get some fat, pissed, ginger beard behind me at gigs, yukky violators. hmph.
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yeh, apparently, here, I wrote a prose-poem. I fucking HATE this style myself. But you know me, always have to have something to be over-zealous about. Right now, it's fish fingers.
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Sounds like a helluva concert to me. Not sure if your author comment means this was for a project..but if it's not a true story, damnit it SHOULD be
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