Saturday, November 26, 2011

Poetics: More wild rumpus than late night infomercials trying to sell you videos


GRooooWL all you want, nothing wild is left
our elders were felled for suburbs & shopping malls,
they make cages comfortable these days, cause
tamed animals cause no trouble but must be coaxed
to procreate to further the existence, their own
and the myth---

Where the Wild Things Are was never a manifesto
for revolutionaries but the world needs monsters
to wild rumpus the streets, not the ones we have
been left with to run the zoo and tell us to feel
at home here behind iron bars, Sendak said it was
about children mastering feelings, not numb from
losing them---

Do you remember the stars, God, they were so vast
the night we sat and dreamed a life, your eyes
contained them in swirling mass, sparks passing
twixt n'tween fingers gracing each one to another,
and time was an elastic band we stretched til it
SnApPeD with the sun rise?

Who domesticated us? Did they neuter us at night
while no one was watching? Who watches even now
to ensure our children fall in line like the rest?
Did the black rhino know he would become extinct?
So big, so strong and yet---

The Mayan calendar ends next year and mama nat forgot
to buy them a new one for Christmas, the impENDing
apocalypse might be the stimulus this economy needs,
what all the canned goods to stock up and army surplus
or maybe they just wanted to leave it open so we can
interpret ourselves, where we go from here---

when did you last dance, for no reason? For reason
has nothing to do with it, don't blame a limp synapse---

Let me draw you a map on a napkin, don't wait
for the world to change, to fit, it wont and will leave
you disappointed, eat all the puzzle pieces you want
for breakfast but you will never truly feel whole,

the wild things they know this,
if they are going to live they must slip
silent through high grass, it's easier to hunt in packs
and always go for the neck, only then will you feel
life's pulse on your tongue---


Today at dVerse Poets, Mark Kerstetter has quite the adventure in store for us with his poetry prompt for Poetics. One you will definitely not want to miss. Doors will open at 3 pm EST.

79 comments:

Mrsupole said...

HA

Mrsupole said...

Hah again

Mrsupole said...

Just like the good ole days. Luv it.

Pat Hatt said...

Wow you weaved tons in once more
I doubt an apocalypse next year will show us the door
Puzzle pieces don't taste every well
And ewwww I must tell
Chewing on a neck and feeling the pulse of another
My ocd went "oh brother"
That just would not do
How vampire of you..haha
Yeah doubtful anything will rearrange
But for good or bad things will continue to change

hedgewitch said...

All that is not forbidden is compulsory--we're almost there, even here in the so-called land of the free--free to work till you're 70 so someone else can stay rich and get richer, enforced if not by Men in Black, then black peer pressure. Good one, brian.

Mary said...

I love Sendak's book! And your poem, Brian. I think we all need to keep a bit of 'wild' in us so we don't get lethargic like some of the less than wild things are now behind zoo bars. We do need to dance and even ROAR with no reason, and fight against our own domestication (read: sluggishness).

Mrsupole said...

Cave men were wild, then somehow got neutered and it was the fault of controlling fire. Once man controlled fire all was lost to the wild animals. Man was no longer a wild and crazy guy. But still deep in our hearts and souls we sometimes find him again, it is usually at a football tailgating party. Man then becomes wild and crazy, loco in la cabeza. And woman loves this crazy man with all her heart. He is her wild caveman.

Great poem Brian. Have a great weekend.

God bless.

Helen said...

Incredible! That third stanza - stellar beyond stellar!!!!

Christine said...

we only ourselves to blame as we get sucked into those infomercials and zoo keepers who tell us how to think and what to buy, still have the cellophane on some stupid boxing fit video set, but the tongue, let that loose for no one can take that away from us no matter how hard they try to cage us up, poets and writers unite! terrific post Brian

Claudia said...

yes and yes and yes.. the world needs monsters to wild rumpus and dance on the streets for no reason and you know..i need to do some grocery shopping now but i will take the way off the street, that which leads through high grass and across the mountain and through the storm.. and i will hunt for life and pack it right at the neck cause i want, i need to feel life's pulse on my tongue...really..

repressedsoul said...

heheee I'm going to let my hair down tonight, especially for you Mt Miller! RAWR!! :D

Magpie said...

Do you remember as a kid, you ran your neighborhood, knew every hill, tree and stream. Time seemed to move so slowly and memories are so sharp. Now we live in the house, office or car and time is flying. We've lost touch with the earth.

oceangirl said...

I'll buy your video or whatever you are selling. This is truly excellent.

Sue said...

I agree with Magpie, and I'm afraid our children are losing touch with the earth, too. Nobody has the freedom I had as a kid.

As for the wildness? There's a little bit left in me, but it only comes out to play on certain occasions. Like when I'm listening to the waves crash, or breathing in the scent of pine trees, or standing on a rock high up in the mountains. Sometimes it surfaces late at night, and when I'm very, very angry.

Luke Prater said...

wild wild wild... nice stuff Bri. Longer than I've been accustomed to from you. Were you feeling particularly inspired here?

Myrna R. said...

I love the wild. Yet, my life is so conventional. I must do something crazy today. Wow, what power you have in your pen - to instigate uproar.

ladyfi said...

OH, I love this - we all need to enjoy a wild rumpus of the soul every now and then.

Sheila Moore said...

whew - some great lines, esp liked: eat all the puzzle pieces you want
for breakfast but you will never truly feel whole and always go for the neck, only then will you feel
life's pulse on your tongue.

I thought of this movie as well while writing mine but Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner won out (smiles)

The Noiseless Cuckooclock said...

what An Adventurous Imagery your words have painted there.

Love Wildness,
This is a virtual treatment.

Have A Fulfilling Day!

Heaven said...

I like the wild tumble and pace of your poem specially "life's pulse on your tongue".

I am not referring to the stampede in your shopping malls though it looked like a comfortable zoo. No, its dancing and laughing for no reason ~

Anyes said...

The end is near...or is it? I think it is the end of one way of living and the beginning of another...back to the basics so to speak...I hope :-)

Fred said...

Brian, lots of cool one liners in here, both stanzas at the end there are awesome. Also, there's a point early you shift into a different tone/voice, I loved that. The End Bold in impending is a nice touch as well. And I never even read those wild thing books or saw the movie either. But perhaps I should. Great piece. Thanks

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

Wild Things and the apocalypse, what more could written word need?

Patricia said...

this movie/book was the first thing that popped in my mind when I read Mark's prompt...
way to go Brian! Love it. =)

Rene Foran said...

Amen, Brian!

Charles Miller said...

A trustworthy reading of what we've lost already and risk losing still. You speak the langugae with pathos, that love and righteous indignation which might start us on he path to redemption should we listen and heed.

Tabor said...

Once again Brian your ink wrapped itself around my heart!

Mark Kerstetter said...

"Let me draw you a map on a napkin" -Love that line.

and I love the Sendak quote (this was my favorite book as a kid). Wild rumpus acts of the heart and mind are necessary. Even verrrry serious people sometimes engage in them.

Daniel said...

Wow, you blew me away with this one. Not only the message that we were laying out, but also the meter and the pace. Lovely, simply lovely.

brenda w said...

Fabulous and full of life, warnings, and mournings... you are a visionary (with hindsight).

kez said...

wise words from the wise one ...thank you x

manicddaily said...

I like the end especially. It is all so tragic. And people give away that wildness with both hands. K.

zongrik said...

this is great ->

Where the Wild Things Are was never a manifesto
for revolutionaries but the world needs monsters
to wild rumpus the streets

and this is quite a thought ->

Who domesticated us? Did they neuter us at night
while no one was watching?

siggiofmaine said...

Excellent, excellent... I like how you think...and how you write down what you think !
Thanks for the interesting post.

Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine

Jerry said...

You have a mind fully awake Brian...thanks for the guided tour through childhood wild souls to the tame "deer in the head lights" adults that we all become unless we dodge the man machines!

zumpoems.com said...

Wow! Wonderfully colorful and dynamic --lot's going on! Great message. Can we expect retaliation from those wild things? :-)

Daydreamertoo said...

I guess what will be will be. Not a thing we little people can do to make a difference. Not a thing anyone can do really, even if they hide in huge concrete bunkers underground, who is to say they won't be buried alive if the world goes crazy and explodes.
Best to live now, love now and know that we did.
Another great piece from the maestro of great pieces :)

pandamoniumcat said...

Love it! LOVE IT! LET THE WILD RUMPUS START! It's my favourite story...I even have a huge painting of them on my lounge room wall...(that my kids all have dibs on when I leave this place) anyway... getting a little carried away! Your poem was fabulous, with a powerful message! One of your best!

KB said...

Bravo. Nice job, Brian.

Anonymous said...

very chew-able piece of writing.

The Orange Tree said...

The way your pen romances with words is fascinating.

Extraordinary Take on Wildness,
We can learn from anything or everything if we have an open mind.

Keep Us Inspired,
You Rock!

Laurie Kolp said...

I've always loved Where the Wild Thing Are! I think most of them were out pepper-spraying people on Black Friday.

Yes, to dance for no reason... a great way to live.

Lolamouse said...

I knew someone would think of Sendak. You did him justice indeed! Your third stanza makes me want to cry. You say all the things I often think to myself but have no one to say them to.

Steve E said...

I like Mrsupole's "HA"! And again!?

WOW! (again) so much going on here, and yet I get a notion it is all quite simple.

Change will happen, whether or not I direct it.

For me, personally, this line subconsciously stirred my subconscious (another layer of onion peel!):

"Sendak said it was
about children mastering feelings, not numb from losing them---"

Controversial as Sendak's stories for children were, I think he hit that nail right on...and so did YOU, Mr Brian.

HA!

Ravenblack said...

Going for the jugular. Wild abandon. I like the zoo metaphor. I think a lot of us are bored, unknowingly stuck in a cage, made to think we are comfortable and deep down unsatisfied.

Zoe said...

Yet again, I leave one of your poems uncomfortable, challenged and with my eyes a bit more open than they were. Another excellently pointed poem - it hits hard at what needs to be hit.

tera said...

Yay, monsters! "Grrrr"

JANU said...

Wow!

Tara Miller said...

Think we need a good dose of wild every now and then to wake us up!

Reflections said...

Fabulous piece Brian! I have so missed stopping in to see a glimpse of the wonders.

Pseudo said...

When my son was about 5 and a neighbor kid he was playing with about 4, they tore all the pages out of the book Where the Wild Things Are. They taped them up like posters all around the kids room.

My son and I were laughing about it just the other day. The mom was so pissed off and called me to come get my kid, but their antics seemed aligned to the spirit of the story.

BTW Whenever my students tell me they are bored or something is boring, I tell them to figure it out. working through boredom is a major part of figuring out how to use one's imagination.

Caty said...

this was packed full of good stuff! ...the wild things are probably a lot more ready for the predictions of the end of the Mayan calendar; most of the rest of us are much to spoiled and soft these days... :)

Bernie said...

I have missed your wonderful frame wrapped words, this is great. (almost sounds like a Coast to Coast show)......:-) Hugs

Dave King said...

Yup, we're sad and rudderless without our monsters. Super write, most enjoyable.

adeeyoyo said...

How the world has changed and is changing... extinction of the wild-ness in animals and also in humans so that they are easily controlled? A new world? Makes us think, Brian...

Valerie said...

And they call it progress. Ha! Next thing to look forward to is the imposition of a tax on thinking!

James Rainsford said...

Perceptive, intelligent and brimming over with a civilised conscience.

Fireblossom said...

"Rumpus"! My father used to use that word. Gosh, I hadn't thought of it in years. (and it was usually me causing the "rumpus"!)

wolfsrosebud said...

said so well... much to think about

lifeisaroadtrip said...

There are a lot of really good lines in this one, Brian. I think my favorite is "when did you last dance, for no reason?"

blueviolet said...

I think when I am most free and "dance for no reason" is when I'm around my kids. :)

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Ever the wild is lost...

bodhirose said...

I think we need to retain our "wildness" or we will be lost. Do you suppose our politicians are behind the ENDing--so the scared sheep will run to the stores and boost the economy?! I wouldn't doubt it!

Vicki Lane said...

Time was an elastic band -- great line!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh gosh, Brian! What a title! I believe this must have grown from the Black Friday mayhem, but it takes the whole idea a lot further than that.
I love this thought: Do you remember the stars, God, they were so vast
the night we sat and dreamed a life...
And the question remains: How tame are we really?

Seek The Sun said...

Wow! I loved this from the first line to the last. There is so much underlying your words. A lot to think about. I definitely need to dance more. Thanks!

Glenn Buttkus said...

You are a man who can write
on the wild side in a hair shirt
chewing raw meat and looking
at naked women while eating
ice cream, for sure. Your style
seems to be without boundaries,
stretched across the wasteland
of most prosetry like a gilded
crown. I love the line: /did the
black rhino know he would
become extinct?/ Or better
question--do we?

Little Ms Blogger said...

Okay, I cracked up at the line: Did they neuter us at night
while no one was watching?

yellowhousecafe said...

Dig it, Brian! Glad I wasn't the only one who had Sendak on the brain when it came to this prompt. Funny how we both drew on the thought to dance...a child's mind would probably not think that wild at all..groWL, darn growing up! Many great lines, but my fave:
"life's pulse on your tongue" is just brilliant...love your close on this one. ~

ds said...

Straight for the jugular.So much in this, but I love the way you end it, "life's pulse on your tongue." Yes.
Let the wild rumpus start!
Thank you.

Victoria said...

This is power-packed, Brian. The references to the stars, the 2012 prophecies, black rhinos...I don't know what NOT to mention. In reading this, I realize how your style impacted my own for this prompt...using selective upper case. This proves our community is a learning forum! (Consious or not)

chromapoesy.com said...

My favorite lines: Let me draw you a map on a napkin, don't wait
for the world to change, to fit, it wont and will leave
you disappointed, eat all the puzzle pieces you want
for breakfast but you will never truly feel whole,

Awesome!

kaykuala said...

Brian,
Wild in form and all the wild ones in check. But we need to get our act together and react wild where possible. The odd ones just can't adjust and cause nuisance which can be expected of a few.

Hank

The girl with the flour in her hair said...

Always my favorite book. To this day. I'd say never growing up constitutes a little rebellion/wildness. :)

Thanks so much for the time you have taken to read my last few posts. Means a ton to me. Hopefully I'll be around more often.

neelthemuse said...

The final bite, delicious!

william said...

yes indeed, a breakout of emotions and all sorts, its like being flushed lol...

myheartslovesongs said...

ooooh! LOVE the ending especially! ♥

lori said...

Um, wow. When I got to the 4th stanza, I felt my eyes watering up. I don't want to lose that bit of wild inside. I want to live, live, and live some more, fully. This is more than a poem. It's a call to live.

Syd said...

The wild things know what to do. They live in the moment and go on instinct of eating, sleeping, reproducing, and fleeing. Not bad.