Thursday, August 18, 2016

Chaos Spoon


Chaos Spoon





The figures made the clock work
or were made of clockwork
themselves on a flat plate desert
burnt umber with hunger
where anaplasia is served
with a big chaos spoon.
Fried eggs through the window
shells crushed to dust:
They knew the time

They built the place
where the Handmaid of Fire
and the Blinded Face
kiss with the long drawn
howl of Fate under a black-holed sun
on a scoured afternoon in July.
Those who live by the Lie
will die by the gun, but not before
they make us a bed,

too hard, too long
in  the dreamkiller's cell
feed us rotten red meat
from a toxic pail, pour us
too much dry air from
the poison well. It's a nightmare in time
to lose the door,  but it's better by far
to have a dead fire than to make
the world burn for a dime.


 ~August 2016








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Challenge: Fireblossom Friday
I only wish ALL of this was a dream.




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anaplasia : n.Reversion of cells to an immature or a less differentiated form, as occurs in most malignant tumors.
~The American Heritage® Stedman's Medical Dictionary
Copyright © 2002, 2001, 1995 by Houghton Mifflin Company.





Image:The Meeting of the Illusion and the Arrested Moment - Fried Eggs Presented in a Spoon, 1932, by Salvidor Dali  Fair Use via wikiart-org






12 comments:

  1. This hits the truth bell with a sledgehammer and lets it ring. Who are these people, indeed.

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  2. I will echo Mama in saying this piece hits hard - especially when read while listening to Hendrix (which helps to process it) -- your dreamkiller is indeed a nightmare, but sometimes we need those in order to wake up. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Well stated. Thank you for sharing.

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  4. So many amazing characters in this piece - the Handmaid of Fire and the Blinded Face, then the closing stanza with its dreamkiller's cell and the poisoned well. This dream is like a dark fantasy novel - amazing imagery, Hedge.

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  5. love the line, "burnt umber with hunger"

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  6. There must be some kind of way out of here....

    If you find it, send up a flare.

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  7. This is nightmare truth. We burn on the head of a dime. Who will buy the 1%'s crap when the little man is dead?

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  8. You made me shiver, though sometimes I would realize that reality is worse... great images that makes me shudder.

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  9. To me a person's psyche is like a bottomless well, and the deeper one goes the more frightening are the things to be found there. You never hesitate to delve deeply, and that is why your dreamscapes are always as chilling as they are a revelation to me.

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  10. The first stanza made me think of Salvador Dali - wonderful imagery and I love the big chaos spoon. It's kind of how I feel when I'm not dreaming.

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  11. "Those who live by the Lie
    will die by the gun" ... and it never ends!

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