Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poetics: in endless parade

Two parts of the road as a whole by Borg de Nobel

It’s cyclic, fashion sense
what went out will be back---unless
it’s tragic---parachute pants, first
Michael Jackson then Insane Clown Posse
just add straps. in the morning

students walk the breezeway circle
around the administrative building---NOT
the hallways---an endless parade & attempt PDA
in ways they think we’d never figure, as if
we’d never, but I've been there

police the inches (above the knee
& down the chest, don’t let me see under there.
under where? exactly) within the box
you can still make a statement
birds & elephants

in symbiotic relationships, one riding the back
the other, unseen, even when standing in the middle
of the room, around they go---cargo shorts, big hair,
beehives on boys Bieber style, John Deere & Tupac
at a table with the President, enough
sports teams to start a league, emo onyx
eye make-up, comb in the pocket, flipped out
to trick out in a quick pass, the road to adolescence
paved with good intentions ends in  a round-a-bout
some never get off

Big Ben & Parliament
         Big Ben & Parliament
                    White House & Congress

love’s written in magic marker-so don’t worry,
what you're wearing today may be yesterday, but
it will be back when you’re thirty or----& by then
the scales’ll’ve turned on the in-crowd
by an extra forty pounds or so

a-rose blossoms where you least expect it,
fashionably late, yet just in time---& ‘they’,
left to ‘remember whens’

it’s cyclic, ever repeating, never truly repeating
better get to class before the bell rings
might learn something

birds & elephants, all relationships
symbiotic---on endless parade


Today @ dVerse Poets, Claudia has invited painter Borg de Nobel to inspire us with some of her art....it is intriguing and carries a bit of magic...doors open at 3 pm.

80 comments:

Mary said...

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Mary said...

Yes, everything is cyclic, and let the parade continue. There are only so many styles of dress, I think. If you live long enough, every style returns...and one's wardrobe can be recycled if one can still fit into it. (Now that's the thing! Ha!)

Grace said...

Some things remain the same though externally the youth now may seem different, specially fashion. We are lucky that the Catholic HS school (its free here in Ontario) insist on uniforms. Uncanny how you always insert a political message in the everyday, an endless parade indeed ~

Happy day to you~

Claudia said...

it's all about making statements, isn't it...in fashion - good taste - bad taste - trying to fit in - trying to stick out...like in politics... we may be more subtle when we grow up but we keep on marching in this ever-repeating (and never truly repeating) parade.. love this..love how much you packed into this..hey...i think you're a really smart poet...smiles

ayala said...

Love this..it is an endless parade..some things never change...trying to fit in....Great write my friend.

Jinksy said...

Some carousel you have captured here...

JANU said...

What goes round comes around...:-) Nice one again.

Mama Zen said...

This just rings with truth!

manicddaily said...

Agree with MZ. Can see influence of new job. The end I think is especially strong here. What a hard time adolescence is = you've described that so while - trying to look out of the box while firmly in it! k.

Ravenblack said...

Things do go around and come around again. With less~, usually. I am hopeless at fashion. I wear the plainest things in earth-tone color.

Susan said...

WoW!! Now that I'm out of HS, you are there in JHS to remind me all about it! I've got to come back later and reread just for the joy of it.

happygirl said...

Oh this was HS all over again. I can see you've found your muse. I'm a little nervous to see the turn your words are going to take as you stroll this path.

I'm pretty sure the style of the '80s won't be returning. That was a tragic time. :)

kaykuala said...

Quite rightly so! Things changed but it'll make an appearance. Fashion is so obvious if you live long enough! Two others very distinctly reappeared are 3D films and tattooing. These were there before but on modest scales. We see a proliferation of these two now. Nice write Brian!

Hank

Melissa Bickel said...

Love love love the the play of words here. A poetic parade of metaphoric delight and reality.

It's so true, what goes around, comes around, even popularity.

I'm still smiling after reading this

Daniel said...

Yeah, I was part of this cycle too back in the day. Now, things are different. (smiles)

RMP said...

quite insightful. I'd like to think of myself as the rare blossom, no longer stuck on the round about. I may take a turn on it now and then, but only to remember why I got off.

I love the way you bring today's youth to life--parade them out in all their beautiful styles.

Susan said...

I'm back. The poem is still wonderful. I love the birds and elephants, the parade, and most particularly "a-rose blossoms where you least expect it" so remember sanity and Ghandi and "to live as if . . . "

CiCi said...

Hard to tell young people we have been there and done our share. They want to think they are unique, just as we did. I hope the teachers have found ways to reach them so they do learn enough to outfit them for the future. It is the future for all of us.

Monkey Man said...

I just can't believe I'm now one of the older, remembering when crowd :)

Laurie Kolp said...

I knew you'd get some poetic inspiration at your new hang-out... it is funny how it's cyclical. Ironically, I still wear the same as I did in high school... and I still feel that young sometimes. Although I'd NEVER want to go back, it is nostalgic.

Laurie Kolp said...

*same size* not same clothes... lol

Pat Hatt said...

Funny how things come back
And around and around it goes at our shack
Bieber to Tupac haha quite the bunch
Although somethings repeating are just out to lunch

Lorraine said...

loner then loner now, I always wore jeans and left my winter jacket unzipped, txs for the memory :)

Neva Flores said...

fascinating poetry Brian.........well done

Daydreamertoo said...

How can we tell you are back at school with this little bit of magic about the students and all their tricks and ways of being cool and seeing all grown up as young teens try to do.... lol All I hear from mine at 16 is: 'I'm not a child you know' ...hmmm
Thanks for the brilliant observations and the smile.

Valerie said...

Yeah, right ... I'm on the second round... grins.

Gloria said...

true! always think the life is cycle and sometimes someones think all is new lol

Pat said...

What's old is new. It IS funny to see the "new" styles that are really old styles coming back from when I was in high school. But please, don't bring back the "Hammer" pants! Hammer Time!

farmlady said...

This is so true and you are the most observant of poets.
"or----& by then the scales’ll’ve turned on the in-crowd by an extra forty pounds or so"
I love this because it's so true and because you actually wrote . Your writing style blows me away sometimes.

farmlady said...

Something didn't get translated in my first comment. I said that you actually wrote "scales'll've turned"
I love that.

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

"it’s cyclic, ever repeating, never truly repeating better get to class before the bell rings might learn something
birds & elephants, all relationships symbiotic---on endless parade"


Hi! Brian...Tks, for sharing your poetry that rings so [very] true about things in life being...cyclic.
...and for sharing the artist that Claudia, invited to your cafe painting "Two parts of the road as a whole by Borg de Nobel" too!

I hope that you, and your readers, have a great week-end.
deedee :)

Sue said...

I'm enjoying the new source of inspiration your job provides!

=)

otin said...

Love the reference to European Vacation. lol

Wander said...

Haha to be sn adult bathed in the sea of hormones and egos... probably pissed someone off in a former life:-)

Geraldine said...

Another fascinating word journey here.

Fashion is indeed a cyclic thing. If the clothes would only stay fresh long enough to recycle them a couple of rounds LOL. I love retro- anything!!! Even small appliances.

Hope all is well Brian, happy weekend, G

darsden said...

My Mom use to say The Circle stays the same, only the faces change!:-)

Unknown Mami said...

I don't miss it.

Susan Daniels said...

Love what you did here!

lookingforroots said...

So glad to not be in that part of life anymore. And also glad I'm not the only one who takes a secret pleasure in the extra 40 pounds of incrowd.

This was much fun to read! Quick hits and all poignant.

Margaret said...

...but I've been there...

Oh, This made me smile. And "they" will be in our shoes one day... Can't wait :)

Lolamouse said...

It is funny how everything cycles back. I remember the combs in back pockets, painter's pants. Whoever thought of parachute pants must still be having a good laugh!

vivinfrance said...

I salute the ingenuity with which you have found so much in the painting. My favourite line: "the road to adolescence
paved with good intentions ends in a round-a-bout
some never get off"

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

i enjoyed the flow this .. and please may somethings not make comeback.

EKSwitaj said...

I'm curious about how you got from that particular painting to teenagers pushing boundaries with their clothing. Not at all what I expected!

henry clemmons said...

Yes around and around things come; clothes, art, my washing machine. So you are saying parachute pants are out now, dam. :)

Chris Lawrence said...

Again my friend you surprise us with what concocts from your mind i love it

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Yes, we who are further down the parade see the same elephant behind we used to ride

Jenny Woolf said...

Yes, all so familiar although the details are different. You're right.

pandamoniumcat said...

Always on the parade, funny how we are the same but somehow not the same...love what you got from this painting... pointing out similarities in a different way! Another Great Poem!

Victoria said...

Astute observations, Brian. There are a few trends, though, I hope never to see again!

hiroshimem.com said...

Wow, so many images related to fashion in there! I just loved it, and how the poem itself was very cyclic in its images. So many truths in there!
And this can relate to other events as well, not just fashion: "what went out will be back---unless /
it’s tragic"

Bodhirose said...

Well, it seems you're seeing kids from a different perspective these days..yes, fashions come and go with a tweak here or there through the years. Love this observation...and all the images that arose..

Steve E said...


What about humans never changes?
NOTHING! The more of us I meet, I realize we're all alike. We
change style
and dress
to impress.
We beguile
all the while
We laugh, cry
we hurt.
By-and-by
Same tie
same skirt
same pants and shirt
which grandparents wore
and, like them---
we still snore.

I would write more--grin!
but this IS your blog, Peep!
thanks for letting me emote
OK...that's all he wrote.
PEACE!

irene said...

Your musings on fashion make more than than a fashion statement. Cyclic is the word.

Pauline said...

love the line " in ways they think we’d never figure, as if
we’d never, but I've been there"

As long as bell bottoms don't make a resurgence, we're golden :)

jane hewey said...

Michael Jackson, Bieber, Tupac (all together in a poem)-plus PDA, and birds n elephants. love this. especially your adept summation ..."in symbiotic relationships, one riding the back the other, unseen, even when standing in the middle of the room, around they go--"

ladyfi said...

Wonderful description of school - and fashion. And life.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Good poem. Although I suspect that even "tragic" fashions make a comeback. :)

Fred Rutherford said...

great response. Love that you got cyclicality from this piece. Didn't see that at first, but completely see it now. Love that about art, how a million eyes are definitely better than one, gets you to see the world in a variety of ways. Awesome write Brian

Dave King said...

This is superb. I haven't finished with it yet!

Lydia said...

Brian, I absolutely love this poem and what you created from that painting. Can't wait to share it with a few HS kids I know...deeper thinkers, peer counselors still wanting to be noticed, those kinds of special kids who will appreciate and ponder this too.

SueAnn Lommler said...

i loved the rsing song quality of this piece.
so much fun.
birds on elephants...ha.

hugs.
sueann

oceangirl said...

Your poem is intriguing and poetic indeed Brian. Hello Brian, I think I am back :)

Lisa Golden said...

I couldn't love this more. We're living this now. My daughter says she wants vintage clothes. I picture items from the forties. She means the eighties.

Alice Audrey said...

I still remember being forced out of my bell bottoms by the inability to find replacements when they wore out. Now it makes me flinch to see them.

Madhulika said...

Well said... things go and do come back sooner or later..
Nice word play as always :)

Dulce said...

the picture the box the elephant gave you great food for thought and consequenttly your readers too. It's like a pendulum, we've been there and return somehow again dressed up in a smarter disguise though...

Caroline Gerardo said...

I like how you started with the image in the painting and jumped to cattle egrets- then relationships between teenage fashion, convention and conforming.
wonderful

flipside records said...

"it’s tragic---parachute pants" ... Ha!

These are my favorites:

"police the inches"

"birds & elephants
in symbiotic relationships"

"emo onyx
eye make-up, comb in the pocket, flipped out
to trick out in a quick pass, the road to adolescence
paved with good intentions ends in a round-a-bout
some never get off"

"the scales’ll’ve turned on the in-crowd
by an extra forty pounds or so"

"fashionably late, yet just in time" ... It's so hard to teach this, but SO true! My 9-year-old is so worried about her crooked teeth ... afraid no one will ever want to marry her. :(

adan said...

you're in the immersion, repeating the non-repeating -

"it’s cyclic, ever repeating, never truly repeating"

such a strong sense of where you are

powerful brian!

Cloudia said...

you saw the man tear and consume the sugar packets- didn't you? You made us see him too.



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zongrik said...

but what is symbiotic to the short skirt that's policed in the parochial school?

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Your new job is opening up a whole new world of observations. Hooray for us! But please, not parachute pants!

Magpie said...

Some things never really change, just come back to haunt us. School days..we want to be accepted and the same yet we scream to be individuals and different. Life never really changes.

Tara Miller said...

You're right, it seems to be a never ending cycle. Wow, you've many layers in this piece, my love. But then again, I think you're the master at that talent! ;) At that age there's so much going on inside I feel there's a huge desire to either want to fit in or completely shock others by the "outside" appearance. For many, I think this follows us into adulthood as well. Not only in "the look" but all areas of life as well

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Joanna Jenkins said...

"Love's written in magic marker"...
That's perfect.
jj

william said...

somethings we dont want to change do, and other things dont, great post my friend ,loved it :)

poeticlicensee said...

Conformity in non-conformity--
rites of passage...