Apologies, first of all, for my unplanned absence yesterday. I wrote a few mediocre poems but just wasn’t in the mood to string many words together otherwise.
Alas, another beautifully scorching day. Had I any eggs it’s quite likely I could cook them upon a multitude of outdoor surfaces.
This piece is certainly the oddest of yesterday’s beleaguered efforts. I kind of like it though despite the possibility of it being used against me in a (currently unscheduled) commitment hearing. So much such evidence already exists, what’s another drop in the ocean?
All I’ll say in regards to context is that it’s likely much cooler beneath the ground.
“How Many Licks?”, June 17, 2018
Late we entered the catacomb’s narthex
This subsystem’s approximate vertex
Parabola function is positive
Miles under the dirt’s quite segregative
Adventure and spirit what’s brought us here
Now it appears that the ending is near
Never expected the creatures below
The farther we run the larger they grow
Two of our number have already passed
Eviscerated by the monsters massed
Demon sheep with flaming wool and sharp fangs
Wielding steel-tipped clubs they graze in gangs
Ogres, cyclops and flying sea horses
Doubtless we’ve disturbed nefarious forces
One by one our party’s number plunges
I get tripped up by poisonous sponges
Lying still in the blackness now silent
I shut my eyes to the tableau violent
This journey no matter how much you yearn
Seems best left exclusively to Jules Verne.
You will notice in the fifth line I kept “spirit” ambiguously singular. More amusing that way in my opinion. Were they intrepid adventurers or just hammered lunatics on vacation?
This really is a weird poem. Moves back and forth between serious and not so much. Would make a good expanded piece if I chose one way or the other to go with it. Strikes me as vaguely uncomfortable to oscillate between the two. No matter!
The mention of the parabola was simply to denote that they had reached the lowest possible point. Solving for the roots already took place in a preceeding, unwritten poem.
I’ve never actually read “Journey to the Center of the Earth” which is probably obvious. Haven’t bothered watching the cinematic version(s) either. I suppose it should be added to my absurdly elongated “to read” list. Seemingly already 20,000 titles in length. I should get started!
Much obliged! Many blessing upon your home, wanderer.
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Awesome!
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Thanks Christine!
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Journey to the Center of the Earth is a fun book, though very much a book of its time. Be sure to not accidentally pick up like the abridged version (like I did), should you give it a go!
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I did than once with Robinson Crusoe. Most irksome. Or if t happen with an audiobook? Sacrilege!
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Better than the film ver-ne-sion I saw, anyhow … ouch, sorry!
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“Doubtless we’ve disturbed nefarious forces”. Indeed nefarious forces are at work in your imagination. But they only create nefarious poetry, so they have an overall positive impact on society 🙂
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Where is it written that you must post every day?!? I can’t keep uuuuppppp!
BTW: sublime rhyme: yearn / Verne. 😀
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This is really nice.
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