Greetings, gentle readers.
Apparently I posted these poems back in June, and I'm trying to figure out how to insert tabs into these guys, so for now, just ignore the apostrophes. They're just place holders until I can work out a more permanent solution. But the thesis below won't make much sense without these poems around, so I'm posting them back up in close proximity to the analysis thereof.
song for a cracked earth
somewhere:
`in the icy nebulousness of altitude
``& that tremulous treble
` `of drifting clouds
` `weightless in the aether
` `aloft in a fugue of fleeting
` `images---forgetfulness is all.
`in sleep, near the darkness
` `distant mists of dreaming,
` `the substitute for substance
` `singing songs to empty evenings
` `crying endlessly for eternity.
`in dreams, ideas flying
` `amidst hazes of high-pitched
` `humming filling spaces
` `quiet spaces between
` `the waking memories.
`in remembrances cold & vague
` `motionless by moonlight
` `angles austere in the chill
` `isolation of that solitude.
`in that nowhere that is everywhere
` `there might be some of
` `you might find a piece of you
` `in me.
` ` `where we
` ` ` `can be
` ` ` ` `together.
-mARKUS
song from a cracked earth
alive and so
deep within me
in the darkened warmth
of our union
a joining of our
selves in the centre of our passion
we create the milky smooth
currents that melt
rough caresses into
the love of touching
breathing
wanting
to lie bare
naked below the earth
beneath the song for our
selves within a trembling embrace
holding hands
brushing thighs
you
kiss my eyelashes
and i
feel you through the shadows
smell the scent of you
in the heavy richness
of our stormy love
through the beatings of our hearts
of our heart
in the all too sweet
tender instant
of touch
when we can be together
-mARKUS
So there you have it. Read these, and then you can read the post-modern deconstruction of them in the post just below this one. Excelsior! Cheers, all.
-mARKUS
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Hey there.
I found a quotation from Yoko Ono of which I hadn't been previously aware when I wrote all this rubbish about men and women and communication. It's from the David Sheff Playboy interview from November 1980 - right before John was killed. Here's what Yoko had to say, and it's almost eerie the way that she sounds like me...
"It's a basic woman feeling, but I'm sure that men feel that way, too, once in a while - that basic frustration in not being able to really communicate. In our childhood we were more capable of touching and kissing each other more freely, but even in childhood society has these restrictions. And in the age when the communication media is expanding more and more and there's big communication, the individual communication is getting more and more difficult. There's an alienation between individuals. I think women feel the frustration more than men - again, it's the woman, or at least the feminine side of men and women, that is ignored by society - the male society. That side of us is suffering. That side of us is reaching out to be touched, wanting to be held, wanting to communicate."
And later in the same interview, she says of her song "Beautiful Boys":
"The world consists of men and women - there is no denying that. It's important men and women recognize each other and work with each other. It's really a message to men - reaching out to men to understand."
So there we go. I've retroactively proven that I was never a voice in the wilderness, preaching some new and radical aspect of gender relations. Having done that, I'm going to go jump in the water and then go to work. Take care, everybody.
-mARKUS
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