Uncontradictory
Uncontradictory
.original poetry:
@d-pend
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photos:
ahermin
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Uncontradictory
Inflow, outflow:
Distributed disequilibrium.
Somewhere, the equation dissolves—
fallacies.
Somehow, the sum balances—
fallacies crumble.
Soluble impotence,
an elitist apprenticeship.
Mentor at the rabid helm,
sprig of juniper berry-air.
Nostalgic aroma on the breeze,
frill machine of callous ease.
Wrought vicissitudes
in a legend's mask.
Frightful, rife for siphoning—
too scared to ask.
Lum'nous rings,
of serpent trials.
Spent triumvirate,
crustaceous vials.
Troglodytic ale,
eradicant smiles.
Soon the expiry,
extravagant isles.
Chopp'd cosmogony,
taught-elegant mire:
I falter, elder—
with omniscient eyes.
Blankish hue,
ebullient demise.
Art-trained doom,
cataclysmic coin.
Re-rust, resume,
resurrect, rejoin.
words
& audio:
@d-pend
9/19/18
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pictures:
ahermin
.'Vogue'
'Storm Riders'
Rusted Iron Butterfly
You've made up some more words, and that's very uncontradictory of you.
The disturbing images, transfer their surrealism to the poem and vice versa.
We see decay and nostalgia. We see a couple having sex by the window amid a storm that does not seem to bother them, a guy trying to fish fish that are already caught/trapped. The impossibility of normalcy.
The arrogant look of the wrecked magazine cover speaks volumes about the immutability of recklessness; the reiteration of mistakes, perhaps.
I read the poem as a reflection of social injustice (Distributed disequilibrium), which finds ways to be replicated in many dimensions.
Elite groups make sure to prepare their apprentices to preserve their privileges. Corruption, pacts, extravagances and the lavish exuberance of luxury at the expense of ubiquitous poverty.
It is easy to falter before the apparent impossibility of demise, doom, or cataclysm. A financial one is as bad as a natural one, probably worst, because man-made cataclysms can always be avoided.
And yet, we see every attempt collapse. Even cryptos, even Steem and we wonder if it, with all the promises it brought, will finally “resume,resurrect, rejoin.”
@d-pend,
Interesting. I read it a couple of times and kept getting new impressions each time.
"callous ease" - very unusual phraseology but it works. Callous is actually quite a good word. Will steal the selfsame for something. :-)
Wow. Good stanza. The bolded part especially.
Don't knock it until you've tried it. It wets the whistle.
Five alliterative r's in four words that actually makes sense. Rightous :-)
Quill
I'd be hard pressed to say that this poem is about a hard fork in crypto.
I will be content to say this poem is about a general imbalance. I was impressed that you are trying to fix the imbalance in several ways. (OK... I was knocked over when you continued to write in your second language and shared SBI to encourage interaction. You are no hypocrite.)
There may seem to be no change on a large scale. Even if entropy is ever increasing I see a spiritual order in everything, that does balance^^
I perceive a destruction of mind , in the eye of the storm, but it's internal rather than external.
Poem is inherently planted. Poem is being constantly replicated within. Poem is pressed to come out, still. Dialectics is everywhere here. Why you are prompting me to poeticize my comment, again? :) . And, obviously "cataclysmic coin". Upvoted and resteemed.
Mea culpa ;-)
Somehow, it was quite obvious. :-D
Appreciate the show of support, as always.
Maxima culpa, hahaha ;) .
So please show mercy for me God,
Run on the path that is right,
The floor will be easy, show the way to stray.
No one hurt hurt my words
So show mercy on us.
Appreciation of hunger disadvantages,
Make me fit for achieving the goal,
Regrettably, people do not have anyone
Do not be disqualified , on D-pend sir,
So you make us ,so you make us..
Regards to @dpend sir.
Reads like a devotional prayer, thank you @certain!
@d-pend,
A devotional prayer!
Daniel ... don't you get any ideas. Given your fascination with all things "cosmic," we're already on dangerous ground. :-)
Although, the way some of the "true believers" talk about cryptocurrencies, I suppose we're already half way there. I suppose we could make you a pope or something ... if you have no objection to wearing funny hats. :-)
Quill
Hahaha, I've heard multiple people refer to "the crypto religion." Some real zealots out there!
@d-pend,
Post a pic of you wearing a funny hat and robe while sporting a magic staff, and I'll write a poem that will have them rolling on the floor speaking in tongues: "Booglia booglia dapps hoompapa hoompapa decentralize iglooacio bla-humph github."
Quill
Naturally, time dissolves our cosmic energy like wind in rocks. Over the years, we acquired experiences to transmit them to the interested parties.
! ! certainly, at least physically.
The most beautiful part of growing up ! !
I really like the first two stanzas. I like the verse better than the photos this time haha although I do like Storm Riders
Hey! You mean somebody actually read the words?! :-P
Glad you liked the beginning part. I wrote this whole poem by turning on Voice Memos on my iPhone and speaking the words out loud as they came to me. I was running errands around town at the time, but I swear I was still focused on the road! This kind of poetry just bubbles up from the subconscious now since I've done it so many days in a row (500 or so.) Reminds me of the idea of the Default Mode Network of the brain and relaxing to problem solve effortlessly.
Thank you for being here for me, so I can be here for you.
Enjoy your day and stay creative!
Botty loves you. <3
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Sztos :3
What does this mean?
That something is very cool
Oh, well thank you! In which language?