Whoa To The Chaos

[Maddroxide]

Around and around the merry go round we go

faceless and swerving we are always kept turning

turning away from the truth given lower ups and lower lows

til you stop and the dizziness fades

you will never ever know whatever you know

Some need the spinning to hold them afloat

But if your strong enough to stand up on your own

then you can say goodbye to nothing and just let go

A life of humility we should all strive for

That's what the man said anyways

if you listen to him closely instead of blindly looking ahead

He'd tell you we were all sons and daughters

All sharing in the creation and playing our piece

To a puzzle that need never be quite solved

As long as you know that everything is one

And everything is a piece because everything is all

[Doktor Howl]

I liked it until the last two lines, when it suddenly turned into Buddhism.

[NewSpag]

I liked it until the last two lines, when it suddenly turned into Buddhism.

Agreed, there seems to be a contradiction between

Around and around the merry go round we go

faceless and swerving we are always kept turning

turning away from the truth given lower ups and lower lows

you will never ever know whatever you know

(...)

As long as you know that everything is one

And everything is a piece because everything is all

However this IS poetry and the idea he is trying to convey may be going completely over my head.  TBH it seems like the whole poem contradicts itself, which could be beautiful under the right light.  Or it could be someone being pretentious.  There are 42 reasons why I'm leaning towards the latter.

[Doktor Howl]

If everything was all, I'd be Kathy Ireland, and I'd be groping myself right now.  But I find that I am not in fact Kathy Ireland, I am a grumpy middle aged fuck in an ancient office in a cranky fucking refinery, and I lack her amazing boobs & ass.

So Buddhism - being just another ism - can kiss my hairy, scabby arse.

That is all.

[Doktor Howl]

You know, most people are ruined on poetry because their first experience to it is the insipid shit they force you to read in school.  I have the exact opposite problem:  I love poetry, because my first exposure to it was Rudyard Kipling and Alfred Lord Tennyson.  And I keep expecting to read more shit like they wrote, but I instead keep getting either A) horrible emo shit, or B) bliss-ninny loveburger shit.

It is for this reason that I think the public writing of poetry should be treated as any other public act of indecency, and those responsible should have their hands nailed together with industrial staples until they SHUT UP.

But that's just me.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

The first poetry I ever read (after Kipling; for my tenth birthday I received a vintage leather-bound copy of The Jungle Book And Stories, complete with gold leaf and swastika embossing, which I still own in excellent condition) was Anne Sexton and Leonard Cohen, which admittedly did affect my view of poetry quite profoundly.

[Maddroxide]

If everything was all, I'd be Kathy Ireland, and I'd be groping myself right now.  But I find that I am not in fact Kathy Ireland, I am a grumpy middle aged fuck in an ancient office in a cranky fucking refinery, and I lack her amazing boobs & ass.

So Buddhism - being just another ism - can kiss my hairy, scabby arse.

That is all.

Well actually you could be Kathy Ireland to me? Or maybe you are Kathy's alternate personality? Or you could just pretend. But you are as human as her.

[Doktor Howl]

But you are as human as her.

There was no need to get personal, Maddman.

Human.  The very idea.   

Dok,
Pastor of the First Church of Yeti Wrath & Retribution.

[Maddroxide]

But whoa and nonsense were both written in under 5 minutes on purpose just to see what I could get. The true meaning behind the poetry is that there isn't any. And that's beautiful.

[Doktor Howl]

But whoa and nonsense were both written in under 5 minutes on purpose just to see what I could get. The true meaning behind the poetry is that there isn't any. And that's beautiful.

So, it's basically like a quickie version of The View, in free-form poetry?

[Maddroxide]

But you are as human as her.

There was no need to get personal, Maddman.

Human.  The very idea.   

Dok,
Pastor of the First Church of Yeti Wrath & Retribution.

Shut up Kathy and take your clothes off for me. Love me sexayy!!!

[Doktor Howl]

But you are as human as her.

There was no need to get personal, Maddman.

Human.  The very idea.   

Dok,
Pastor of the First Church of Yeti Wrath & Retribution.

Shut up Kathy and take your clothes off for me. Love me sexayy!!!

I can't.  I mean, I CAN, but I'm still not nekkies.  You could weave a Persian rug from any part of my body below the neck (and that's only because I shave my head, ears, and neck as a public service).

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

OK, I have a couple of things to say about this.

Because I'm bored and cranky.

First, what is up with the double spacing?

The shit is that, other than a pretentious device

to distract the reader from the content?

I mean, at least it's not centered,

but I have the feeling that the only reason it isn't

is because you didn't think of it.

Second, are you saying

that you slammed this out in a couple of minutes

with no meaning or sense of purpose

and then you posted it here?

Why? As a deliberate attempt

to insult the reader and waste her time?

Or did you have some other motivation,

or perhaps simply not think about it at all?

I tend to be a big advocate of thinking.

It's good for you, if for no other reason

than it gives you an edge

over all the other shrieking monkeys.

[Cain]

There are reasons Kipling and Tennyson are considered great poets, it should be pointed out, and that is the standard of much other poetry.

I never did too much poetry at school, actually, that I can recall.  I may have repressed it.  That said, I did an entire semester on Greek Lyrical Poetry at University and, despite my initial reservations and the fact I had to leave my dorm at the highly unreasonable time of 7:30 to get to the class, I actually grew to enjoy it.

Some of the Greek poetry, especially the earlier stuff, is not especially technically sophisticated.  It is interesting...but in the kind of way the poetry of a culture ruled by tribal warlords and a raider/aristocrat class would be - brutal, uncompromising, lots of talk about the glory involved in killing one's enemies.

The later stuff though....ah.  Sappho's poetry is, of course, beautiful.  Alcaeus could go from bawdy drinking songs to depressive laments of his life in exile, and how he and his kin would avenge the tyrant who captured his beloved city.  And Pindar was too clever by half, not only in his wordplay, but also his cultivation and flattery of monarchs to win their favour.

Creatures of a day! What is a man?
    What is he not? A dream of a shadow
    Is our mortal being. But when there comes to men
    A gleam of splendour given of heaven,
    Then rests on them a light of glory
    And blessed are their days.

[Maddroxide]

OK, I have a couple of things to say about this.

Because I'm bored and cranky.

First, what is up with the double spacing?

The shit is that, other than a pretentious device

to distract the reader from the content?

I mean, at least it's not centered,

but I have the feeling that the only reason it isn't

is because you didn't think of it.

Second, are you saying

that you slammed this out in a couple of minutes

with no meaning or sense of purpose

and then you posted it here?

Why? As a deliberate attempt

to insult the reader and waste her time?

Or did you have some other motivation,

or perhaps simply not think about it at all?

I tend to be a big advocate of thinking.

It's good for you, if for no other reason

than it gives you an edge

over all the other shrieking monkeys.

I think you missed the point. The reason for the double space is so that it clearly transcribes each line I'm trying to convey. Secondly, I slammed this out in a couple minutes being that that was the point. Randomness. Chaos. Fifthly, thanks for reading.