From cfff0fabb1ffb36c2af54ac6c6c5b9f5c7d6c495 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2020 00:50:02 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/poetry/fossils.md | 393 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ writing/poetry/index.md | 1 + 2 files changed, 394 insertions(+) create mode 100644 writing/poetry/fossils.md diff --git a/writing/poetry/fossils.md b/writing/poetry/fossils.md new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7ea7b6f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/writing/poetry/fossils.md @@ -0,0 +1,393 @@ +%title Fossils + +## High school poetry notebook + +### Cleaning Woman + +''' +I'd clean for him + I would + but +Cleaning, I'd hope + for a little + something back. +I told him +I told him once +Telling, I'd hoped + for something + to fill me. +But I cleaned for him + as he'd asked, + my husband. +And here I am +and nothing's changed. +''' + +----- + +### Free-write poem + +> This was also labeled "free ponies :) :) :)" and I only vaguely remember why. + +''' +The eroticism of oranges + How seductive, +Freakshows pondering + A murder weapon. + +Secret clementine + Tells of a third, dense. +The first in somnambulant arms + Of the second, citrus fancier. + +Live as normal, +Death by paper. +''' + +----- + +### Ode to Turn Signals + +''' +A steady white lights + Stops, none goes; +Though on blinking happy off + Turns, informing. + +Click flashing click + By turning on grants +And behind, those praising + Seeing, now know. + +So up or to down leftright +Click, push and becomes. +''' + +----- + +### Syntax poem + +''' +Every time I fall, +The ground tells me I'm in love. +Be he the tamed? +No, family sheep? +Spades, four, +And one white, domesticated, +Was my favorite. + +He who could, he had +Need in friends, +Your better cream! +Ice, you love got + All need. +And 'cause love is + All low. +And love is + Places. +''' + +----- + +### Dialog poem + +''' +I love this song. + What are you saying? + You hate it. + Any sense of melody is lost + In chords + Obscured by the weight of Tone. + Harmony rules itself out. +Think of the meaning, not just the music. + The words are in Spanish. +Does that matter? + Spanish words in chords so thick, + You have to peer through the fog of harmony for the light of melody. + And on top, + Cheap sound effects. +I suppose I don't listen to it much. +That's why I like it. + I suppose you don't listen to it much. + That's why you hate it. +''' + +## The Four Winds + +''' +I. +Borne through air, + Close my eyes. +Wind ruffles hair + Soul sighs, + Heart flies; +I’m the wind. + +I flow east: + Over the plains, +Over land creased. + Current refrains, + Cloud stains +As I build. + +Trees bow at my + Will +To move drives me + Onward +I push through + Mountains +Do nothing but + Divert +The rain as I + Flow. + + +II. +Borne through air - + Rise up high - +Driven there, + Earth nigh, + I sigh; +I’m the wind. + +I flow west: + Past the lakes, +Water my guest; + Thunder makes + Noise, wakes, +As I storm. + +Sand flies at my + Force +Builds as I + Push +Across the + Land +Flows beneath my + Self +Means nothing to + Wind. + + +III. +Borne through air, + Through the night +And dawn fair. + No fight, + Only flight; +I’m the wind. + +I flow south + On the ocean, +On delta’s mouth + My motion + Just notion +As I breathe. + +Waves break as I + Drive +Past the thin + Sands +Lift themselves to my + Body +Waxes as I + Press +Through the stillness of + Night. + + +IV. +Borne through air, + Around the world +And forests I tear; + Ferns furled, + Trees burled; +I am the wind. + +I flow north, + Across the ice; +I roll forth + Past spice – + So nice – +As I change. + +Men bask as I + Warm +Drops of rain + Fall +Colored leaves + Shiver +Because of the + Chill +Wind blows on + Past. +''' + +----- + +''' +The undersides + off gray + of clouds + drift + while I + on the path + stand + above + where the crow flies + me. +Off + with purple + gray, I + wandering + ponder, should + in a perfect + were there such a thing + world + be a + though the word is plain + color with it's own + to name + as they say + creates + word. +It soothes. +''' + +----- + +## The Rise and Fall of Gods -- a fragment + +''' +I. + +What hath man wrought! + When faced with the question of love + Or seeking peace with the answer thereof, +Or faced with life peril-fraught, + Created a god, or several, to satisfy + Some need to fulfill or deny + A lacking - + A slacking + On someone else's behalf, + Or his own behalf - +And on the world a question of faith brought. + +And when a man, endowed + With the ability to make his own God, + Does so with nary a nod, +And finds the god shan't be cowed, + What does he then? + And when a group of men + Make their God + With nary a nod, + And cow him easily, rightly + To them, and find him tightly +bound, what then, with a god bowed? + +What then, indeed, should a God, + Now lesser than his creators, do + When his creators move to gods new? +Is he then still a God? + Or is that when God dies, + Not bloated with swarms of flies, + But forgotten? + Not rotten, + Forgotten and immortal, what then? + Does he hope to come again, +Rising a second time, perhaps again to be God? + +One would hope that the God, being omniscient + Would realize he was no longer, otherwise + Might he become destructive? Likewise, +A god, waiting patient + Could become restless, + Try to leave his creators breathless, + Again, + But then, + Be pronounced a heretic + By all but the hermetic +And others of the new God ignorant. + +So hence a people divided + Those of Whispers and those of Nanon, + Fight to the tooth and fight to the bone, +Until over Whispers Nanon presided; + And when those of Nanon took + Speech from the Whispers so as to look + And not hear, + They here + Those of Whispers with + Supposed powers of myth +Of creation with speech's remnants provided. + +So it was before the fall of Whispers that + Faith of most all lay in technology, + Remnants of religion lay in astrology +And superstitious fears like the black cat. + Only after the fall did the faiths + Of only the Whisperers turn to mysterious wraiths + And gods, + But the odds + That one of the gods was taken more seriously + Than the rest was small, and not mysteriously, +The small bit of Faith quickly passed as society's scat + +Now, it's come that those of Nanon have all but forgotten + Those of Whispers except perhaps in myth + Maybe portrayed as consorting with +Black cats or something equally rotten. + But for the Whisperers, the city + Of Nanon is very real, also denial of pity + Of sunlight, + For sunlight + Is blocked by the city directly overhead + And the Whisperers know of only shadow instead; +Only death out from beneath the city to be gotten. + +The magic that's spoken of those + Of the Whispers, is often made + Out to be more, but because of their stayed +Speech, only whispers remain in quite prose. + So through the long stretches of time, + The Whisperers, through long stretches of rhyme + Can make - + Only make - + What they wish, with words divine, + Benign, or malign, +And in their creations complete trust repose. + +So begins a story, often told but never yet writ + Of a divided people still the same + And the rise and fall of a god played like a game. +While not true itself, it is truth lit: + As men continue to create and live under gods, + What would happen if the gods, at odds, + Warred and fell, + Raising hell + In the process? What would happen + In a society misshapen +If a wrathful god fell and no one cared a whit? +''' + +### Notes: + +''' +Notes from the post following this one: +Some parallel universe or future or somesuch where empathy is/has become a major sense. Big-brother type thing ruling over citizens & magic, main character tries to break free etc etc. Futurological Congress helped inspire the dream that inspired this. Anyways, life expectancy increased, dead (god fell) takes on a new sense involving how other people perceive you with empathic sense (need a snazzy name for that. empathesia?) Story about main character as he slowly 'dies', but tries to overcome corrupt powers. Sorta cliche, oh well. + +Setting: mix between furcadia-ish (energetic.gif) and big city with no windows *shrug* + +reconciling religion and magic +magic of Sabriel, Abhorsens servants (sorta), death still final, but with a twist, magic just a part of humans provided by god that only recently got discovered. Charter = man's constriction on his own free magic + +sound, words, and actions in religion and magic, synaesthesia, poetry and music's effect on people -> subjective/subtle magic -> subjective time, location, perception Death in Sabriel, "90 degrees from everything" in SiaSL + +(Ran)Gerig/Kerrick +Simon +Joshua +Max +Josef + +Partitions of magic, levels controlled by gov't. Magic->influence. Mana. Gov't messed w/perceptions "oblivious to the fact that if they weren't oblivious, they'd probably be screaming in pain" or empathy explosion: cares & worries turned into reality (starving children in africa makes it impossible to not clean your plate, water conservation hurts once you learn about it). +''' diff --git a/writing/poetry/index.md b/writing/poetry/index.md index 7b9fe84c..f7466260 100644 --- a/writing/poetry/index.md +++ b/writing/poetry/index.md @@ -15,3 +15,4 @@ garden in winter * [Mental health](mental-health) * [Gender](gender) * [Misc](misc) +* [Fossils](fossils)