Poetry project, phase 2, week 2: Full Metal Poet

[pjthompson]

Sometimes my anger is an ice scalpel
cutting with pleasure, glorying
in slicing, hungering for deeper cuts.

Sometimes my anger is a bludgeon,
turned outward to smash and bully,
to get my way, to assuage my ego.
This anger never holds sway:
guilt beats me back as hard as I hit.

Sometimes my anger is a snake
devouring its own tail. But this
Ouroboros, instead of infinite wholeness,
destroys, particularizes, breaks apart.
It consumes me, digesting my own bloated
corpse, dissolving me to nothingness.

Sometimes my anger is a vision,
sweeping away denials and delusions,
forcing me to see things as they
truly stand: in dreamless clarity.

Sometimes my anger is a fire god,
burning me clean and truly righteous,
pulling me up from the pyre to stand
and speak, to do those needful things.
To change myself, and thus the world.

 

My friend Kevin, after reading in last week’s poem about rivers devouring children, said I was a real Metal poet. I agreed that sometimes I was a #FullMetalPoet. This week’s entry does nothing to dispel that notion, I suppose, but that’s why I love poetry. Like all the best things in the world, it doesn’t always have to be pretty.

 

*For the poetry project, phase one go here.

*For a definition of Phase 2, go here.

*To see all the poems in one place go here.

Comments

[pjthompson]

Date: 2018-03-26 08:21 pm (UTC)
sartorias: (Default)
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That is a very effective poem.

[pjthompson]

Date: 2018-03-27 05:13 pm (UTC)
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Thank you!

[pjthompson]

Date: 2018-03-27 01:15 pm (UTC)
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Very true and real.

[pjthompson]

Date: 2018-03-27 05:14 pm (UTC)
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I try to be. :-)

[wayfaringwordhack]

I am sorry I missed out on the start of this series. What did you end up doing with the boxes,

[pjthompson]

Oh, deep shame...I completed my mission of folding one a day but they are now sitting in a large box waiting for me to do something with them. I've had several ideas but whatever produce is going to be rather large so I haven't had the drive or the will for the next phase. Perhaps when I work my way out of my artistic funk...

[wayfaringwordhack]

I look forward to seeing it (and the process, should you record it) whenever you get to it!

[pjthompson]

*blushes*

I had thought to weave them all together with fine copper wire, but that would take an entire wall to display and I don't currently have a good space to work on that.

Then I bought a small airplane propeller and thought to hang them all from that and suspend it from the ceiling—but again, SO many small boxes and not enough room to work on it. I hung the propeller on the wall instead.

I had an old Japanese-style three pane folding screen covered in rice paper which had been damaged (the rice paper) in the Great Rat Invasion, which was composed of many small wood framed rectangles. I thought I could remove the rice paper and display the boxes in the rectangles. It would be compact enough for display, plus I wouldn't need to lay it flat to work on it. I got most of the rice paper off, but that had only 200-something rectangles and 365 boxes, plus some of the boxes were bigger than the rectangles. so that stalled.

But that idea may be coming back around again. I think I can come up with a work around. It's just a question of my ambition coming back round again.

Propeller in situ:



I don't have a ready made picture of the screen and after a disturbed night last night haven't currently got the ambition to go into the other room and take a picture.

[wayfaringwordhack]

I can see how that would be a tricky installation problem to solve! Cool propeller. :D

J saw the photo and asked, "What's in the basket?"

I: Rocks

J: Why do they have rocks?

I: Why do I have rocks?

[pjthompson]

You can tell J. that I found these lovely slate grey pebbles and these lovely snow white pebbles and they looked so lovely sitting side by side that I filled the basket with them sitting side by side. ;-)

You can also tell him that my cleaning people had the same reaction he did. ;-D

However, they have had questions about many of my odd decorating choices.