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Day Ten – “Feeding the Lost Beast”

The Harrison quote from Songs of Unreason for Day # 10 of 28 Days of Unreason:

“Much that you see isn’t with your eyes”

My poetic response to that quote, entitled “Feeding the Lost Beast”

 

The notes only confuddle your eyes
play with that recklessness that feeds
that lost beast who runs
your life with dank
smoldering anger
passion
and regret

Snub the crowd what
do they know of the music
eighth notethat clogs your arteries
with syncopated blues
viruses
diseased stones
hidden in your kidneys

Sense the horn
it is of your own
flesh
sinews wrapped
around muscles
heart valves

MUTE

© Jilly’s   All Rights Reserved

 

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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

21 thoughts on “Day Ten – “Feeding the Lost Beast”

  1. All of that wild extemporizing, then slap, you hit the mute button. Is the beast too much? Can’t bear the ecstasy? Is it you or society that hit the mute? Or your internaliztion of society? You find the beast but then lose it again.

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    1. No easy answers… or maybe Miles picked up the horn? Hahaha! Your complete the loop of the poetry when you read it, so the filters in your crazzzzy head are the ones that decide; what do YOU think? (The students aren’t back until the 14th of August, but I’m already going into teacher mode – crap!)

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      1. The mute is so sudden and so final, it is (in the end, apologies) your last word on the subject. Or I guess the phone rang, and doesn’t need over thinking. But how fun would that be?

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      2. Hmmm – sudden and final, you say. A ‘call’ you muse… motifs, my brilliant friend. What patterns do you see? Repeated words, ideas, images. Put a name on Mute.

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  2. Reading your back-and-forth with Qbit… I see a disassociation between your two understandings of “mute.” The poem led me to the plunger-thingie trumpet players use… but I see mute button in Q’s comments. Context… personal and poetic… makes all the difference! Your poem left me jazzed to hear some muted horn.

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    1. True, in the very literal sense. The mute used in trumpet playing changes the tone of the instrument. Now go back and look at the motifs – the things that show up again and again. Also, try this – uncap the final word and move it to the end of the last line of words…

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    1. Ah, yes – this poem. I just read back over the comments on this one from late July and see how several readers struggled with what that mute meant. If heart valves are ‘muted’ …

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