Anatomy of a Scream
Cave glass, you take my breath
to go, flung and baited but crisp
isolate the green, bleed it
faces onto you seems
for your sadness, for its delirious
of silver that motor, that curtain,
we can never enter. The sea
asking us to swallow it’s name.
posted by Unknown at 10:54 AM
4 Comments:
Scott-
This is built from your meditations, even using some of the language of it as well as trying to exploit some of the ideas. I'll wonder what you think of it- talk about a collaborative effort. . .to think this piece definfitely wouldn't exist without your last one is exciting.
"The sea is in there, boiling and still, asking us to swallow it’s name." --- Kenzie, what a wonderful tumultuous contradiction, very very beautiful.
But I think the part that intrigues me the most is "he dreams jagged faces onto you". That is so arresting, leaps out at me. So many interpretations occur to me-- that this is something his dreaming (the act of dreaming) does by itself, stemming from some primal uncontrollable place.
Or on a more literal level, I read it as an intentional psychic disfigurement, a child dreaming into the future, playing out an unshaped urge to deface an object of great love. Maybe a bizarre reading . . . but one that resonates with me, perhaps because of what I need to see in it, and how I relate the idea to my own set of thoughts!
(which are going a million miles a minute here, so bear with me!)
From that fragment, this idea occurred:
We are born with our whole lives already in us, and our earliest dreams are like fractured mirrors held up to the future.
Other associations:
I think of a parent as a caretaking but also frightening presence. And I also think of the speaker (as this feels autobiographical) you, attributing a fierce intentional power to your child, and one that isn't benign. Of course, the "he" doesn't have to be a child.
I sense language creeping in as the subject . . . "cave glass" feels like the metaphor, language as "cave glass" I like that! Then that line reads differently AGAIN. The "you" he dreams jaggedness onto could be language itself, a cutting carving force.
Also, I'm looking at our trail of associations which is cool in and of itself.
We started with a music of earth, seeds and beginnings and such, and went from there to the sea, vaguenesses and inscrutability and fleeting shapelessness, and from there to child-bearing and dreaming, and from there to sadness back to dreaming-- with the sea returning as a central image.
Breath-taking.
see my comments on Poetzie's blog
Yes, Scott, I LOVE "The sea is in there, boiling, still, asking us to swallow its name." Beautiful & true.
And the jagged faces - great poetic symbol. The sexual, the fracturing of identities under unspoken love, love's danger, the breaking up of old desires, exes; heck, it's even got Picasso's adoration, ennit?
very very cool
mind if i post it on my blog? I'd just like to look at it, like wall-paper.
sure go ahead, by all means
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