Monday, July 23, 2007

Beginnings Are This Way, Too

They grew smaller each time
her words, her letters
the ones that spelled
love, misundertood by
my eyes alone;

the meaning was a circle,
I know the
first step
(it was
mine).

I knew the right way
and did everything
wrong.

Juggled knives by the
the nightstand
(I learned that from you)

I lit the fuse,
looked down the barrel
the explosion
while expected
did away
with the rest of my senses
(I learned that from you, too)
(I am that dumb(?))

the countdown
falling inexorably
toward zero;
the expression
I know best for
infinity
or God
or nothing.

it all just might depend if
the universe is a circle
or a broken line
or maybe just
a small
dot
.
(it wouldn't matter)
(it's already gone)



~

25 comments:

Blancodeviosa said...

I knew the right way
and did everything
wrong.



Oh how i know this all too well...

Crashdummie said...

”it all just might depend
if the universe is a circle
a broken line
or maybe just
a small dot
.
(it wouldn't matter)
(it's already gone)”


Oush..This really captured my eyes… there is a difference in knowing what to do, and having the courage to actually do it…. Reminds me of the serenity prayer…

"God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change,
courage to change the things we can,
and wisdom to know the difference."


May you find comfort in this during your moments of weakness, as I did.

Lots of love & cheers from the Far Side

MyUtopia said...

"Juggled knives by the
the nightstand"

Great line! I liked your use of "( )"
to further tell the story.

I gave you some awards go check it out!

karma lennon said...

I've "juggled knives by the nightstand" many a time. And it is the worst when you know what to do and can't or won't do it due to stubborness or whatever. Sigh...

skinnylittleblonde said...

I know best for
infinity
or God
or nothing.


Knowing nothing really, only thinking, believing, hoping, dreaming, scaping it all out.

eric313 said...

Blancodeviosa:
It was the most truth of of any line I've written in days. Sounds funny, but truly it was nice to read such a self-pointing "nolo contendre" sort of sentence.

I had a feeling it would be universal. Talk to you later.

Crashy on the Far Side:

I know that prayer very well. If you ever get a chance, read Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. It's not at all like it sounds, if anything, I'll tell you it is a very smart comedy and work of fiction, with a real outlook that is very deep, and it is based on many real events and on human nature. And it's framed as a tribute. It is strange and beautiful and way too short. And it involves the Serenity prayer quite a lot. You'd like it. Ask everyone.

If it wasn't meant to be, you move on. It's nice to try one last time, but where do you draw the line? Zero is the point in the poem that it all ends and begins. So let it go, and change the things you can. You got it.

eric313 said...

Myutopia

No way! Cool. I was still trying to figure out how to get the thing onto a post like Benjibopper did! Bless your heart.

"Juggled knives by the nightstand"

It means a lot, and yet it's this almost ludicrous image. I did like it, too. And the parenthsis (spelled?) rocked. I try not to over use them. Sometimes, they flood out, like the double parenthetical. Nothing really new, just cool to try once in a while. Thanks for the award! And for the comments.

I hope the best for everything!
Go Tigers!

Karmalennon

It's a little of that too. The kind of never ending banter that goes on over anything shared, space, money, or even air itself when things get really bad.

You know how it is with familliarity. The bottons are all red and say don't push.
glad you made it by, and I'll see you soon.

Skinnylittleblonde

"toward zero;
the expression
I know best for
infinity
or God
or nothing."

Zero is the perfect circle! It's the perfect beginning and the perfect end all in one. Nothing. You can do anything with it--in theory. As long as you have something in mind to do with it's abundance of freedom. And even at zero you will have your memories and your will, along with whatever other creative urge and impulse drives you. Take care and talk to you later.

Trevor Record said...

Hey Eric,

"it all just might depend
if the universe is a circle
a broken line
or maybe just
a small dot
."

I really love the period at the end of that. It made me smile, I thought it added to the shape and made it seem like everything really was getting smaller.

eric313 said...

Trevor Record
Yeah, the last, descending sequence of lines was really set off by that period. A simple device that worked out--it's the kind of thing I will have to not overuse. This once and maybe again fifty or a hundred poems from now, but even then, in a different way.

Poems need a shape, sometimes, and that's just one more apeal to the art--at least to me.

Thanks for the word, and the stories have been really good at you site.
Later on.

singleton said...

"toward zero"
may the circle be unbroken!

Clink! On borrowed time and borrowed keys!

eric313 said...

and proud to have you here, too.
Don't borrow those keys for too long. Just long enough to keep your voice alive.

to the arts
to the zero hour
clink!

Anonymous said...

I have to sign in as anonymous because I'm at work. Just to let you know that I've been stopping by. Just haven't said anything. Like this one. BBE

eric313 said...

BBE
I always thank my silent readers, friend. I know that if you did have something to say, you would. Thanks for the visit now. You all are why I love doing this.

aaron said...

"it all just might depend if
the universe is a circle
or a broken line
or maybe just
a small
dot
.
(it wouldn't matter)
(it's already gone)"

Bro. This struck a chord in me. How I often wonder about the structure of our reality, or realities.

What if it is gone? Or what if it never mattered, and we just thought we should care?

eric313 said...

Aaron
What's up Bro?
Glad you made it by.
Reallity has to be a circle, umless we choose to end it--or at least that path. That's what I know. Then it is a broken line--the lines in the middle of the highway.

It's great to see you here, bro. It's great to have a brother.

Gotta split before I pass out, but this place is open twenty four seven and I get back to everyone.
Take care Peace out, bro

captain corky said...

I knew the right way
and did everything
wrong.

How many times have I said this, and yes I'm that stupid. Another great one man.

Crashdummie said...

I'll definitly look it up - googled for the review & summary and it sounds realy intriguing.

Thanx! :)

miller580 said...

"I knew the right way
and did everything
wrong.

Juggled knives by the
the nightstand
(I learned that from you)

I lit the fuse,
looked down the barrel
the explosion
while expected
did away
with the rest of my senses
(I learned that from you, too)
(I am that dumb(?))"


This was the poem for me! Nice work.

Danny Tagalog said...

Disappearing realities and ever-changing shapes of forms. Most relevsnt to this quick-changing world we are in.

eric313 said...

Captain Corky
Thanks for the show of support. This one is good, and different too. Glad it worked out, and see you around!

Crashy
You'll like it. As I said, you'll probably wish it was longer by the book's end. Ive read it like six times, myself. I love it. He does not waste a single word. He is a great author.

eric313 said...

Miller580
Thaks for the emphatic compliment. Everyone has their own poem or two, around here.

Thanks for reading, and by all means, if something is really cool, say what ever you want, or even print it. Some people tell me they do that all the time. It's all flattery to me!

Danny
Yes, that is a big idea. Everything changes so fast in this world, we can brely keep up. Relationships, too. I mean, look at the concept (and haphazard practice) of speed dating. All it does for me is harken the meat market bars downtown. Same concept, just nobody's pretending it's hot and new.


Thanks for the comments. See you all soon. Write well, everyone.

skinnylittleblonde said...

Things always come full circle.
peace.

eric313 said...

everything, in every way...

always, peace

Rayne said...

eric, i hope you don't mind if i (ahem) gush a bit here ...i just found your blog, but god, your words make my knees weak. this poem moved me, and (unfortunately, in the case of this poem, you know what i mean...) i saw myself in your words.

and..you make me want to write again. (i work too much nowadays,and have very little time to indulge my reading, or blogging, or writing..but you inspire me). thanks for that. slaughterhouse five has been on my reading list for ages ...yeah, i know i'm a bit late boarding this train, but...better late than pregant, i always say ;-) i look forward (yes, i said it again) to reading more of your blog...

eric313 said...

Thank you, Rayne
A lot of people tell me how they feel something from my poems, but usually not this emphatically. Thank you for it, though. You are very sincere, I can tell.

Talk to you soon. Read me, I should post again in the morning. Things have been crazy in my house lately, and today I had a "procedure" done that was medical in nature and very good to get over with. It sucked ass.

Thank you, your words cheered me up before bed. That's worth a lot. Keep on writing and readng, and you'll love slaughterhouse five. Just do it. It's like a six hour read taking in every word. It's amazing.