Saturday, April 7, 2012

Poetics: Playing dodge ball in a super-collider

Tracey Grumbach ~ Nine Acre Designs

Poe has a raven, Coleridge an albatross
     and i
this parchment sky

where birds turn slow circles searching
     for carrion to fill its stomach
& cut
      cut
        cut
hunger pangs of this Ozymandias quest,
    un-grandiose but capturing the mundane
giving name to the unnoticed, a bed
in the pantheon, with
each scratch
           scratch
              scratch
of my pen

an old man, at the flea market,
runs a crinkled finger along memory,
sweet caresses passed for quarters
(to buy what?
    to BuY wHaT?!?)
then shuffles, gravel popping kicked loose
by his feet slow down the next aisle,
his green flannel shirt open
collecting wind & sun
      the wind & sun

meaningless to some, these people/
name/moments that slip my mind to pen
to parchment sky, where birds turn
         turn
             turn circles
as does the world,
     spinning a mad top,
     less dance through the ether
     than careening
                     ---touch.

scratch----scratch----scratch-----

Over at dVerse Poets today, I am hosting #Poetics, where I have invited Tracey Grumbach of Nine Acres Designs to inspire us with her photographic art. I will open the doors at 3 pm EST, so get your pens ready. Smiles.

76 comments:

Chantel said...

"his green flannel shirt open collecting wind & sun..." Oh, I loved this! And wonderful "careening" -- for a moment, I swear I felt off balance.

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Ah, the scratch, scratch, scratch of a pen is so much more appealing than the tap, tap, tap of the keyboard. I always love the scratches you make!

Daniel said...

The mood of this one seems to come from a point of frustration. What was behind it?

Adura Ojo said...

Brian, your scratches of the pen are quite inspirational. Art, free form, Musicality and creativity meet and a fine meeting it was indeed.

Mary said...

I enjoy how you work in mention of Poe and Coleridge and Ozymandias right alongside an old man at a flea market! What a contrast, but it works.

Sue said...

Every man careens to his own drummer.
And I like the beat of yours.

=)

rosaria williams said...

The last three stanzas are sticking in my head, demanding more attention, more treatment as well.
It's a marvelous scene you created here, the old man loosening the gravel, looking to buy some memory or other!
You must have been re-reading T.S. Eliot, or...

CiCi said...

Oh to be the man at the flea market, sounds like such freedom. Keep scratching that pen, my friend.

Claudia said...

just love how you describe the old man at the flea market.. so detailed that i can even hear the sound of the gravel as he shuffles his way...i like that you see people that others would overlook..you see a lot of things anyway..just saying..

hedgewitch said...

Some very cool lines in this--the opening contrast, where the poet claims the sky--phrases I like: 'a bed in the pantheon,' 'sweet caresses passed for quarters,' 'wind and sun/the wind and sun/meaningless to some,' that just has a wicked flow, above and beyond the meaning.Last lines also rock--a perceptive, skillful and satisfying poem, brian. Looking forward to the prompt.

kaykuala said...

'The birds turn circles so does the world' Exactly! Life goes on, irrespective. All have a role to play. To each his own.

Hank

Laurie Kolp said...

an old man, at the flea market,
runs a crinkled finger along memory,
sweet caresses passed for quarters

...I love that, Brian. Can't wait for Poetics (2:00 my time).

ladyfi said...

Wonderful piece of writing.

Gloria said...

ah! Brian you always touched us:)

Have a nice Easter and Passover with yourfamily!

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hello Brian,

Very imaginative use words drawing vivid mind pictures. Lovely photo.

Wish you and your family a wonderful Easter.
Joseph

Eva Gallant said...

No one can match the images you create with the scratch of your pen
!

chromapoesy.com said...

I think this is a work of art. I loved the allusions, connecting points to your other poems and experiences (recent Shelley exhibit), the questioning, and the sense of disorientation within acceptance of the nature of existence that I was left with. Your poem is impressive in its scope and execution.

Anonymous said...

You grabbed me immediately, starting out with "Poe." :)

These are all great lines:

"un-grandiose but capturing the mundane"

"runs a crinkled finger along memory"

"gravel popping kicked loose"

And I LOVE the ending:
"spinning a mad top,
less dance through the ether
than careening
---touch.

scratch----scratch----scratch"

rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Anonymous said...

Yay, I love the photographic art prompts. We'll be out all afternoon hunting Easter eggs and visiting family. But you'd better believe I'll write you up something snazzy tonight. :)

Happy Easter to you and your family!

rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Daydreamertoo said...

Some people see art in everything. You, are one of these because, there is art and life in everything and nothing slips by your unnoticed. That is what sets your writing apart from others, because while some people (the have nots) because of their looks/status become invisible to the 'haves' You still see them and, you also know and feel their struggle to not just live, but to survive.
Another fabulous write and, read.

Tina said...

Loved this. The description of the old man was so vivid....runs a crinkled finger along memory. Great line.
Tina @ Life is Good
Co-Host of the April A to Z Challenge
Twitter: @AprilA2Z #atozchallenge

Pat Hatt said...

Yep your gawker powers are on once more
Today at your shore
Everything goes round and round
But if those birds do over the ground
Usually means something isn't any more
And flea markets can be fun to explore
Never know what you will see
But no quarters as we use the loonie..haha

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

"Poe has a raven, Coleridge an albatross
and i
this parchment sky..."

Hi! Brian...
Tks, for that "hat-tip" to Poe as in Edgar Allan... your poem this Saturday morning is [very]descriptive [very visual] and [very] well-written as you use e.e. cummings' form. [I think?!]

Once again, I hope that you and your readers, have a great week-end...too!
deedee ;-D

ayala said...

Your eyes are always open and I love that..great write. Happy Easter yo you and your beautiful family.

Tara Miller said...

Not sure I understood all of this but I enjoyed it. Especially your description of the old man at the flea market. Things that may not seem important to us are to others. I liked glimpsing into his life.

FrankandMary said...

Capturing the mundane well is an art. . . esp. without the cheerful bromides. ~Mary

Natasha Head said...

Parchment sky...that's all I needed! Fantastic, Brian...and I LOVE your new Avi!!!

ccchampagne.com said...

I don't know how you did it, but the old man turned into my beloved grandfather (who's been dead for many years)... Very much an emotional read for me. I wish I had your ability to paint and tie together those seemingly separate milli-second images... Absolutely lovely!

Beachanny said...

There must be a name for what you do here..unfortunately I don't know it. Must ask someone with a superior vocabulary, I guess. But you seem to get the keen and swirl of the birds, their sounds and movement and mirror that in the construction of the poem. Extremely inventive and novel.

zongrik said...

i like the scratch part, it was totally unexpected, but it fits, cuz that's what blackbirds do...and so do the writers.

Ed Pilolla said...

the way you treat the old man is a thing of beauty. so very tender.

Brendan said...

Our nature is nature's, so the poet's work is the work of everything, at work on everything, much of which would fade to oblivion unless we put pen to paper. Not an especially distinguished or well-paying gig, but

this Ozymandias quest,
un-grandiose but capturing the mundane
giving name to the unnoticed, a bed
in the pantheon, with
each scratch...


is as true to our own nature as poets as we can get. Amen. - Brendan

Madhulika said...

loved the line "un-grandiose but capturing the mundane" :)

Happy Easter :)

Susie Clevenger said...

"Poe has a raven, Coleridge an albatross and i this parchment sky"

The wonder of a poet and his inspiration. I feel the motion in this from bird to the man at the flea market..

Geojour said...

Huzzah! You got something there, my man

henry clemmons said...

Great comparison to the search of life's roadkill, so to speak, as spark for inspiration. Amazing the diffferent poems from one picture. A very good job!

Grace said...

I like the parchment sky..and scratching sounds as the old man walks the next aisle. Nice work Brian.

Wishing you and your family Happy Easter ~

Tracey from ⓽ said...

Oh my gosh, Brian. I am so honored.

I have so many favorite lines here that make me FEEL. That is it...that is why I love your work. It makes me feel, even when I am numb. I try to do that with my photography because I don't have the ability with words.

"and i this parchment sky where birds turns low circles searching for carrion to fill its stomach..."

LOVE it.

KB said...

I enjoyed this one. Happy Easter to you and yours.

manicddaily said...

Ah, this is like a little fugue! Scratch scratch!

Very nice.

K.

manicddaily said...

Ah, this is like a little fugue! Scratch scratch!

Very nice.

K.

Gloria said...

Happy Easter dear Brian!!!

flaubert said...

Holy Cow, Brian! From opening line to last, I love this...

Pamela

marousia said...

Smiles - the opening lines had my complete attention and your images drew me right in

Goat said...

First three lines and the last line. Nice way to enclose a poem. I read your poems as they are rap--what may be seen as extra words otherwise, is all about rhythm and emphasis. Interesting.

hiroshimem said...

Wow, those "scratch scratch scratch"... I love how the triple repetition repeats the birds' pattern. I like the sounds of your poem, those t's particularly. Very strong!

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

well done to a point where I became dizzy. sometimes the world is like a spinning top. Poem in 3D dear poet.
http://leah-jamielynn.typepad.com

PattiKen said...

There is no question. Most go to the flea market and see junk. You go and see magic. Love the descriptions.

Magpie said...

What a title! Twisting and turning all the way.

^.^ said...

Nothing is meaningless .. as long as we believe in something ... Love, cat.

cat said...

"Ozymandias quest,
un-grandiose but capturing the mundane"

the breaks are so natural and give a deepening rhythm to it all.

I love the repetition too.

montygrant said...

Brian.... I can hear your pen on the parchment sky. the birds turning with the world, the natural order of things, I think I may have found the inspiration for my poem.....

adeeyoyo said...

Lovely - birds wheeling thru the sky, forever circling, searching... and the old man searching his memory (love that line '...crinkled finger along memory...'.

Dave King said...

Well, you had me enthralled with the title. Stroke of genius. After which it just got better.

Valerie said...

'runs a crinkled finger along memory'

What a fabulous line that is. And there are others that will stick in the mind for a long time. Loved the picture you painted.

Ravenblack said...

Awesome -- to see the piece of paper before you as sky, and thoughts like birds circling, the scratching of the pen like claws and beaks searching. Like this one very much.

Wolfsrosebud said...

... the breath you put into this... counting the dots: the old man, the birds, life

the walking man said...

Like the piece but even more so love the profile pic...nothing better than a poet in their element.

Lorraine said...

I'm awed I don't know what to say anymre...the perfect beat

mrs mediocrity said...

oh my, yes, this is masterful... love the way you tied the old man in with the birds, the cycle, the circle, the writing. I had the sense of those birds circling, waiting, watching.

Charles Miller said...

Are you the bird of appetite scratching, etching this memory so deeply in our awareness. The poet must always beware that their moments of ecstatic wonder bring us to the presence of what may or may not be there, waiting, alive, immense, always straining against the power to put into words.

I see this poem as a recollection of all that poetry can do, but perhaps also what it can't do. And you capture that battle between bringing into presence, to the eye of the mind, and the absence that can only speak to wonder and awe.

Mama Zen said...

Incredible imagery, Brian! This is a favorite of mine, I think.

Louise said...

I love that you can see poetry in anything....this is unique and imaginative....very cool :)

everedwater said...

Awesome use of repetition, cut cut cut, scratch scratch scratch... you've taken great inspiration from the prompt - I love what you've created!

Semaphore said...

Already juxtaposing images from the classical poets, to the mundane and fantastical of everyday life, the title brings a different perspective to your narrative. Always impressed by how you can draw so many threads of a tapestry into a theme that is bigger than the sum of its parts.

ds said...

Oh, yes, you clever Romantic! The green flannel shirt, careening, and the endless scratch, scratch, scratch. Just wonderful. Thank you (and please, don't ever stop "scratching". As if.).

stu mcp (hate & hope) said...

We all have our bird- like Poe had his raven. We all have the parchment sky- but what to do with it?...we scratch away like blackbirds scratch at the earth looking for worms...this poem just spoke to me about life itself - about it's cycles- always spinning from one thing to the next- regardless of our age. It also spoke to me about creation- we create and create and create- be sue that is life- that is the circle of birds in the picture...your poetic voice is so strong in this piece- just stylistically so unique

Goofball said...

I don't get this poem...

but interesting we were both staring at 3 circling births in the sky today.

kelly said...

parchment sky. Love it.

Kelly
simplydeeppoetry.blogspot.com

Syd said...

A rare art that anyone writes anymore. I wonder when that skill will be totally lost.

adan said...

a "parchment sky" indeed ;-) scratch scratch

nice rhythms! thanks brian ;-)

Fred Rutherford said...

Really like where you went with the prompt, again, you do a great job with these and I love when you use the stuttered lines, which you seem to incorporate at the most appropriate times, maximizing the effect. Thanks, Happy Easter

Raivenne said...

Poe, Coleridge, Ozymandias what an interesting set of pen-fellows.

"runs a crinkled finger along memory,"

Ah that line resonates within me.

Keep scratching my friend.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

You have such a wonderful imagination and gift for imagery!

kez said...

Love the repetition in this and love the parchment sky,it conjures up such a lot ....thank you so much for sharing and belated wishes to you and your family x x

william said...

careen, interesting word, man I learn a lot when I come here lol..