An Asking
We’re all just desperate souls,
Searching for an id,
Constantly projecting biomorphism and dilations of content.
We yearn for something timely,
And force rudiments on the most complex human function,
-Only out of laziness,
Yet that governs our scientific syntax.
I send this to you because I am compulsive
Only too much human
You are my target audience,
And by you I have already been wounded
I make concessions lightly
Like a priest passing the cup of tithes,
Afterall, who gives me a passage,
If it is not you, to whom I make my plea?
Searching for an id,
Constantly projecting biomorphism and dilations of content.
We yearn for something timely,
And force rudiments on the most complex human function,
-Only out of laziness,
Yet that governs our scientific syntax.
I send this to you because I am compulsive
Only too much human
You are my target audience,
And by you I have already been wounded
I make concessions lightly
Like a priest passing the cup of tithes,
Afterall, who gives me a passage,
If it is not you, to whom I make my plea?
posted by sirbarrett at 6:30 p.m.
9 Comments:
ditto to madelyn's comment.
"And by you I have already been wounded" i really like that line!!
very deep poem.
Where there is passion there is pain! I can sooo relate! Well said.. and after your id is envisioned trying to find someone to accept it is futile! Sorry for the pessimism...
who wounded you? I want to know. I'll tackle them with my dagger.
A song for you to listen to: damaged people / depeche mode/ from their latest Playing the Angel
You should make a career out of this.
there's a reason why you are called sirbarrett.
Just passed by - Your site held my attention - thanks! Can't wait to read more. Take Care! =)
maddy -Funny you mention him, I applied to be a media relations person (dream job. They were asking for 5 years experience) for a theatre festival featuring works of his. In the letter I actually tried to justify hiring me over someone else by stating: "Whether tis nobler to suffer the fortune of outrageous experience, or to take aim at a sea of competition, and by distinguishing oneself, surface, I will let you decide." Nice. Where is this from? I love poetry too. It's good brain food.
lorena -Thanks. I'm gushing blood now. Happy blood.
frap girl -I try to tell my id that, but it always does its own thing. I guess you just can't teach an old dog new tricks. And don't apologize about the pessimism. Maybe if you tried to ruin my life I might show some intolerance, but allowing a little pessimism is the least I can do as a modest libertine.
chloe -Depeche Mode makes me cry. You and I should go tire-slashing sometime. I think it would be healthy.
captain bee -I'm still trying to negotiate a contract about that. It's been hard getting a hold of myself though. I'm losing my grip. Sure it's one thing to say you're going to be available to work full time, but you wouldn't believe how hard it's been trying to track myself down just to get a signature!
transience -You are sweet. Can I put your face on a Valentine's card?
or we could ring the bells of those awful people who did donate and then run.
mayimakeyousmile -sorry, I didn't notice you there at first. I must be getting old. Thanks for coming. Always welcome back.
madelyn -I was talking about Shakespeare because the town this festival is in revolves around his plays. It's pretty neat. Rilke has some powerful poems. I especially like the one about hypothetically coming into contact with angels and being consumed by their superior being: "Every angel is terrifying"
chloe -I noticed that some of the houses had their doorbells ripped off. I wonder if it was in order to avoid people like you and I.
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