Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
~ Pablo Neruda
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.
Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
[love is more thicker than forget]
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
Saturday, January 3, 2015
13 Ways of Being Mauled by a Tiger
1. A tiger never changes its stripes.
2. The stripes camouflage the danger. You can't see until it's too late.
3. The impenetrable eyes: You'll only find yourself staring back.
4. The growl begins as a playful purr. You think it's a game. You're a fool.
5. You don't mind the claws.
6. The chase! The game is fun; the rules keep changing.
7. Tigers love to loll in the sun. You love that too.
8. Water. You think you're safe. Tigers swim.
9. The trees. Tigers climb.
10. Those gleaming teeth, precise, deadly. Tantalizing.
11. The beguiling smile hides the darkest night of your soul.
12. Your desire: Eros. Way too much fucking éros.
13. Death drive: Thanatos. You chose this. You've been warned.
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