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Enter the Dream

by laurafraser 

Posted: 24 November 2004
Word Count: 257
Summary: “come and tell me your woes, your story” i.e story=the one we create about our lives to justify/explain things that have happened. Democritus the aberite: the rolicker. Rose’s demons inspired by a painting in tate gallery. Nietzsche declared himself a genuis. "as if imperious to your faults": always easier to recognise other people's then your own.

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A rose’s demons litter the floor around her,
Like death-slapped petals, beauty has just been raped.

And the rose lifts her head to look at me,
Tears flooding her face, and I think I hear her screaming and moaning for her bed.

Yellow tulips relax in silver vases that used to be trophies for a forgotten race
As a robin limps by the Buddha statue, memories of places where food was,
Flittering around his head.

Prussian blue curtains melt against the wall
as I rollick and laugh uproariously,
like Democritus the Aberite
I am in-fin-ite
knowing that Dali and Pollock, Ginsberg and Nin are splitting my soul
with brushstrokes of genius,
so like, and like Nietzsche I am a coup de thé’tre, a prodigy -
modesty after all is for the immodest, and it is them whom I do not care to join.

So stranger why won’t you dance the fandango with me?
We’ll romp&we’ll waltz,
What’s wrong? (I ask, as if imperious to your faults).
Come and tell me your woes, your story and we will laugh like Jesters,
knowing at once our façade
as the words you choose to say, like a player and his cards.

And God sat at his typewriter, ecstatic and miserable, lonely and complete,
But most of all he just sat.
Perhaps a cigar rests gently on his collage-inflated lips,
Pursed as he focuses his omni-potent mind-molecules -
But then he gets bored just as he becomes excited so stops moves and exhales.

And that, was the day I was born.

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The Walrus at 19:26 on 25 November 2004  Report this post
Not a snowball's chance in hell of getting my head around this one Laura. Philosophers, artists and indeed God himself romping randomly through a colourful animated backdrop underpinned by strong moral messages, the whole ensemble delivered with a rye, conversational and somewhat mocking tone.

Despite my lack of comprehension, it is, as ever a refreshing piece, in terms of concept, images and language.

More please.

The Walrus

laurafraser at 09:59 on 27 November 2004  Report this post
thank-you walrus, i wanted this poem to have quite a strong 'back-drop' to it- hence the images of the rose, tulips and robin
the concept of the poem is release from normality, it was meant to wave the flag for 'divine comedy' if you like-whereas some people will be the ones like (Anais) Nin and Dali, the artists who create their own realities wirh elan there are others who prefer to simply talk about "their story"
ultimately there is no difference-whoever 'God' is for you-an omnipotent being or everything around you, in the 'end' he is both of those things.
i ended with "and that was the day i was born" because i felt it was quite an ambvilent note-is the narrator being arrogant and claiming his brillance and genuis? or is it something that every-one can finally relate to-after the rose's demons and God at his type-writer?
thank-you for reading

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