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Half Shade
Way up, high high, high eye level with passing peregrines, The Sun chandelier was on full power Calling forth sweat, and bugs, and sweat Sweet sweat ran down my cheeks. Not tears I promise.
Dust in the sky clouds the otherwise pretty pretty view, and the little city below is filmy and captured on film somewhere by someone I am sure: That tends to happen. Everything is sepia and scorched, and framed neatly probably in mahogany at a local art co-op. But then, oh then to my left and down the hill a bit there is a purple something. purple something not sure what something; I dont know my flowers, maybe it was a petunia or a penumbra, who is to say who is to know really...horticulturist... I had never seen purple like this. Toward the purple I stumbled time passes
just as beautiful up close. ... sun hangs low now. still fixated on the purple flower, which is fixed to the dirt: by a syllogism, both of us clinging to something loose. oh purple flower please dont leave, if you do I may shed a tear. Im up on this hill for a reason you know, I wouldnt ever come up here just to gaze at a purple something. .... sun down now: purple gone. penumbra after all.
employed the calm backdrop as a foil character of sorts, as it highlights the somewhat offness of the narrator. Much like Ginsbergs jazz like rhythm to his poem, I repeated many sounds to try and create a rhythm of my own. The most obvious of these sounds is p as it pops up on nearly every line. The p sound is an oddly slow sound, as it has a tendency to remain resting on the tip of the tongue, not quite wanting to venture out to the world of sound. This creates an almost sticky pace to the poem, as the reader has to pause at each p sound. This contributes to the agitated mood of the poem. Now that mood has been addressed, I think it would be beneficial to discuss the purpose of Half Shade. As this is the more standard of the two poems, it has one cohesive theme and feeling, which leads to one basic purpose: to create a singular image and emotion. Rather than making statements with poetry, I believe poems should be about evoking emotions otherwise untapped by other media outlets. In this sense, Half Shade is similar to the imagist movement, but, rather than focusing on one image, I attempted to focus on one theme, on emotion which I hope to elicit from the reader.
Suggested Listening: Bright Eyes - You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8DBoIgsYF0
Conor Obersts melodramatic lyrics and the calm, but anxious aspect of this song in particular make it a perfect companion piece to this poem. (this is me acknowledging, and accepting the nature of teen poetry to be fake big and fake important. I did my best to avoid this, while still fending off the copious amount of irony that I have a penchant for using to mask true emotions. Hope I struck an ok balance)
Help, Ive been reading too much camus and now I dont know if I exist.
Anyways, what I am getting at, is treat me like a Halloween Pumpkin. That means scoop out my guts and leave me hollow and a bit slimy. Then, take a knife, and slash until a visage of faux gruesome is permanently present. After that, stick a candle in me to make me glow through my new facial abysses, and leave me on the front porch for a week or so. Maybe a neighborhood rascal will kick in what hasnt rotted away. After a week or so, throw me away, and replace me next year.
(and watch movies together all dang night and start but not finish a game of clue)
And maybe conquistadors were actually just hormonal and full of angst. That would explain all the violence, And also maybe they were just rebelling against their strict parents who didnt let them go hang out with their friends whatever they want. I am starting to think this may be the case because of a letter from Hernan Cortez we read in Spanish Lit, Even though the letter does not support this claim at all.
It is just an idea I had while reading the letter and I thought it would make a funny poem.
(..and probably maybe give you one or two kisses and feel close and warm)
I usually write poems on the ground in front of my mirror because I am just a teen full of angst, And I have once again projected myself onto inanimate objects, And I have once again projected myself into the past, it is better than wiping out civilizations, I guess.
I say when I want a hug. I like the contrast of this hectic environment of stuff against the sweet, love of a true form. It serves as an anchor both in the poem, and in my life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZ-XB0z9kPM&feature=youtu.be .
Suggested Listening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47xbkT3calM - animal collective- todays supernatural. This song is crazy, just warning you.
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