Archive for January, 2012


Scopophilia

‘brought into being by nothing other than the look’*
using poetry to stitch the seams, painting them with vitreous enamel
burnishing golden orbs of beauty, enhancing the visual field
to make the world seem habitable
inherently empathetic to human existence
when does the illusion, this disembodied utterance,
enter firmly into the realm of futility?

philosophical argument merely hints at a promise of liberty
floating upon the surface of psychological experience
a convincing conundrum that won’t unlock
inner barriers to designing boundaries of self-definition
societal viewing provides ample opportunities
to manifest cognitive dissonance, reinforcing the brute
that omniscient spectator-god within the man

feminine artistry is required to remain comfortably incarcerated
chaos churns with near indomitable force
why fight when you are forever outnumbered?
control may simply be a part of the disease
disempowering internalization of the oppressor’s abuse
replaying his semiotic position as the maker of meaning
whom I know is never she, never me

called into existence through the male gaze, the internalized observer,
objectified and exploited by possession and protection
filming my every move in art house cinematic style
encircled in an ouroboros of scopophilia
blinded to feminist themes, it traps what’s possible
entangling these hands, bloodied with struggle
incapable now of creating and preserving identity

scraping molded forms to sharpen focus
no spiritual value arising from inherent worth
only sculpting my usefulness in a deterministic role
voyeur’s fantasy allays the weight of moral consequences
fixing upon the screen the sanctioned story
i am a dissociated, breathing pleasure toy, imaginary signifier,
an unintentional participant living in a heightened state of unreality

*Christian Metz, French film theorist

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unshackling the joists of reality
déraciné slips a hypnopompic state
transports me to deepest fantasy
grenadine elixir hastens my fate
Polia’s vesica piscis forms the gate
reminiscent of Poliphili’s eros
an architectural treatise verbose
theory of linguistic anaphora
proportions mirroring grandest pithos
illustrating the incunabula

restless night devolves, mystic artistry
all defenses breached dragons lie in wait
global aphasia compounds mystery
declarations of love illuminate
witnessed in the temple we celebrate
disgorgement of erotic tempests close
sexual politics, habile pathos
right to expression passion’s nebula
vocalizing my abandoned logos
illustrating the incunabula

festal oblation, sensuality
jubilant gesticulations vibrate
blissful outcries of sexuality
my pleasure center forces activate
some yet imagined being inchoate
power to surreptitiously enclose
capturing my desire overdose
engaging a lustful hyperbola
accentuated fetishes repose
illustrating the incunabula

subsumed reason in a upturned cosmos
the dream mathematically jocose
its apt felicific parabola
etching these in fantastical lithos
illustrating the incunabula

Gay Reiser Cannon issued quite the challenge for today’s Form for All at dVerse Poets Pub on French Ballades
http://dversepoets.com/2012/01/26/formforall-french-ballades-i/
. Follow the link for an excellent article on syllable count, rhyme scheme, stanza length, and tone.

Mnaomai*: Inventing Vowels

(c) 2010 Anna Montgomery

mindful inquiry processes mirroring
eros as an act of imagination
sounding an eternal song of bittersweet promises
our invitation to the sublime

delight is its kinetic drive
lack its animating catalyst
expressing desire in oracles and riddles
Aristophanes’ closest possible union*

existing at the edge of the actual and possible
a liminal being pines for embodiment
craving pomegranates and blue lotus blossoms
travelling arabesque corridors of self-awareness

we lovers define the boundaries
pictorial and phonetic glyphs
capturing thought in intimate arrangements
phonemes and diction engage wild twists of cognition

vocalized syllabary refined to acoustic components
sacred vibrations joined in fluid succession
our mouths formulate the symbols
breath conducts seductive influence

written pages the conductors, energy arcs distance
ornate signifiers, rugged paths trace emotion
bas-relief, each line a tactile sensation
memorized by the nuanced flourish of hands

semantic impertinences, Aristotle’s epiphora*
metaphors poured upon the surface of poetry, etching passageways
these epiphanies define our pilgrimage
encountering the nature of love

Notes:

Mnaomai: 1. To be mindful, to have in mind, to direct one’s attention to 2. To woo, court, be a suitor.

Aristophanes: No, obviously the soul of each is longing for something else which it cannot put into normal words but keeps trying to express in oracles and riddles. Suppose that, as the lovers lay together, Hephaistos should come and stand over them, tools in hand and ask ‘O human beings, what is it that you want of one another?’ And supposed they were nonplussed, so he put the question again: ‘Well is this what you crave, to be joined in the closest possible union with one another, so as not to leave one another by night and day?’

Aristotle’s epiphora: ‘To give names to nameless things by transference [metaphora] from things kindred or similar in appearance’ is how Aristotle describes the function of metaphor…There is in the mind a change or shift of distance, which Aristotle calls an epiphora, bringing two heterogeneous things close to reveal their kinship. The innovation of metaphor occurs in this shift of distance from far to near, and it is effected by imagination. – From Anne Carson’s magnificent book Eros The Bittersweet.

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Savannah Serenade

Justice

following immense stone steps up to the riverwalk alley
windswept and receptive I am seeking oracles
as spirits lift the moss covered branches
catalysts arriving from Bonaventure Cemetery
whispering to me that these wrongs will be put right
a bouquet of palm roses for the downtrodden

Magician

desire floods my being as I navigate cobblestone pathways
imagining a blue topaz treasure hidden in oak-lined glades
like Savannah presented as a Christmas gift to Lincoln
Sherman’s telegram streaming from Madison Square
intricate wrought iron curves forming an intimate engagement
Gothic Revival follows this tempestuous hour
nine arched windows appear, signifiers of divine love

Devil

he dances his terrible contortions, sneers
compassion withers in a furnace of shame
I resist the way that never requires self-sacrifice
screams haunt: only disastrous manifestations are possible
Psyche confronts and demands confidence
assures me obstacles, great choking vines, will be cut away

Moon

despite fear and bewilderment, what remains unsaid,
terricolous vulnerability, dissolution, confusion
the difficulty of the choices I’ve made
I remain open to unexpected possibilities
good omens, the golden bough, creative forces unfurling

High Priestess

again she calls my name, entwining within the heart of the city,
to awareness of what spirits move against me
spreading insecurity and dependence on material concerns
only the heroine that follows her instincts can prevail
who entrusts herself to that which is transcendent

Hanged Man

acknowledging passage from this phase of life
sterile, sublimated to an ideal, an escape from the harrowing past
now I must let go of people entangled for amorphous reasons
crossroads require discernment and dedication to truth
destiny manifests, all philosophical resistance is overwhelmed
Savannah serenade, your mystic secrets coax my surrender

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