Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sevenling: At The Intellect's Wake



 Sevenling: At The Intellect's Wake



At the Intellect's wake--what will you have, scotch mist
watered wine or hot spleen juice for tea? We serve it in numb;
no china pots, crystal cups in an ape's auditorium.

Are there teeth anywhere? Please open wide--
they'll be gently extracted; the buffet is cold mush
lukewarm spoonfuls of treacle, with thin cabbage soup.

Where are the mourners? Out in the rain in a graveyard of swallows.


~September 2012





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Sunday Mini-Challenge: The Sevenling
This form was first used by Russian Poet Anna Akhmatova. See the link for details.





Photo copryright and courtesy of Margaret Bednar. Used with permission. Thank you , Margaret.





22 comments:

  1. The dumbing-down of America is a troubling thing that really can't be denied. The teeth were an inspired detail, and the mush entree.

    I would say more, but I've got to go watch reality tv and listen to formulaic pop music while reading US magazine.

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  2. hot spleen juice...my doesnt that sound just yummy....smiles....errr....if they serve mush then there is no use in your chewing it...just swallow...believe...follow...

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  3. haha voting Odin as well...smiles...

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  5. Sorry about that, I opened two tabs simultaneously and got the authors confused. I remarked on your excellent interpretation of this image, Hedge: the macabre and profane in delicate balance to provide the tonic for hubris. If this refers to current political tensions, I'm unaware of them, but you made your point very clearly in the title.

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  6. I love it, "we serve it in numb"......the last line is fantastic!

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  7. Love this...I read this that it applies to our present political farce in this country. So sad

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  8. What a meal ~ My mouth watered with numbing awe ~ Creative dish with your distinctive flavor ~

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  9. Oh dear. Too true. Only treacle may be too authentic - how about high fructose corn syrup?

    Wonderful poem. Awful situation. What can be done? More people like you writing. k.

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    1. HA! High fructose corn syrup! Wish I'd thought of that. Thanks, k.

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  10. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Graveyard of swallows summarized it perfectly. May it not be so.

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  11. A sevenling. Intriguing and mysterious,for sure. Poetry and language. As I've gotten into it, it seems a way of communication. This seems like a dialect or something. Some speech has a certain inflection. Where it's almost like a question.
    I was in a little library when I first played the Harvest Moon selection, so I couldn't crank it. Well we just did. It's a great love song. I don't want to make comparisons. The guy just spans time. The harp,broom,background singers. Great ears and taste, on your part.
    Mandevilla. What a beautiful plant. In name,habit and flower, And what better place to enjoy it.

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    1. Thanks, Scott--good to see you. To me, poetry's like the most rudimentary hieroglyphic sort of communication, linguistic sign language, sort of--so I think I get what you're saying. Glad you enjoyed the Neil--I could do a whole year of him on the sidebar and probably never run out.

      The mandevilla is a subtropical vine, named, as usual after some European dude (Henry Mandeville) but I like that it's in the dogbane family--whatever that is, it makes it sound homy.(I assume I shouldn't be feeding it to my dogs, though.) It spends the winters in my garage under fluorescent light, because I can't bring myself to part with it. It looks skanky and half-dead by April, but then magically does this, out in the hottest place on our property,which is plenty hot.
      Excuse the rambling--you can tell I've bonded with it. ;_)
      Have a good week--should have some new music up soon.

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  12. I am blown away by this. Incredible.

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  13. ...we serve it numb... You just have the best sayings and rarely do you use a cliche! You are amazing.

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  14. Wow...Hedge...your meaning digs in and I just love the creativity and imagery of your closing line. Rendered well!!

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  15. I'll take some wine but skip the buffet, thanks. So that's what's being made in Hedgewitch's kitchen? Oh, and after seeing your blog Odin has my vote!

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  16. christ on a bike, spleen juice! holy hedgewitch, you blow me away.
    sorry for the cursing.

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  17. Whew!Mind-blowing! I see this being studied in depth in university lit classes.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg