tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629935248254565924.post7978672306345296766..comments2023-06-25T11:49:34.055+01:00Comments on cloudgatherer hold me down: *cloudgathererholdmedownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09367513733859157300noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629935248254565924.post-23459731328524283042016-03-31T09:41:22.370+01:002016-03-31T09:41:22.370+01:00there's so much juicy goodness in that poem.
...there's so much juicy goodness in that poem. <br />thank you ;)cloudgathererholdmedownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09367513733859157300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629935248254565924.post-19881061781895475792016-03-31T05:05:04.821+01:002016-03-31T05:05:04.821+01:00In black core of night, it explodes
Silver thunder...In black core of night, it explodes<br />Silver thunder, rolling back my brain,<br />Bursting copper screens, memory worlds<br />Deep in star-fed beds of time,<br />Seducing my soul to diamond fires of night.<br />Faint outline, a ship – momentary fright<br />Lifted on waves of color,<br />Sunk in pits of light,<br />Drummed back through time,<br />Hummed back through mind,<br />Drumming, cracking the night.<br />Strange forest songs, skin sounds<br />Crashing through – no longer strange.<br />Incestuous yellow flowers tearing<br />Magic from the earth.<br />Moon-dipped rituals, led<br />By a scarlet god,<br />Caressed by ebony maidens<br />With daylight eyes,<br />Purple garments,<br />Noses that twitch,<br />Singing young girl songs<br />Of an ancient love<br />In dark, sunless places<br />Where memories are sealed,<br />Burned in eyes of tigers.<br /><br />Suddenly wise, I fight the dream:<br />Green screams enfold my night.<br /><br /> – Bob Kaufman, “African Dream”tentaculitidaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03581590425391323719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629935248254565924.post-44831284997422998302016-03-27T21:38:04.958+01:002016-03-27T21:38:04.958+01:00This house has been far out at sea all night,
The...This house has been far out at sea all night,<br /> The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,<br /> Winds stampeding the fields under the window<br /> Floundering black astride and blinding wet<br /><br />Till day rose; then under an orange sky<br /> The hills had new places, and wind wielded<br /> Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,<br /> Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.<br /><br />At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as<br /> The coal-house door. Once I looked up -<br /> Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes<br /> The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,<br /><br />The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,<br /> At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;<br /> The wind flung a magpie away and a black-<br /> Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house<br /><br />Rang like some fine green goblet in the note<br /> That any second would shatter it. Now deep<br /> In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip<br /> Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,<br /><br />Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,<br /> And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,<br /> Seeing the window tremble to come in,<br /> Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons. <br /><br /> — Ted Hughes <br />cloudgathererholdmedownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09367513733859157300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629935248254565924.post-83139435404596453582016-03-25T20:57:37.283+00:002016-03-25T20:57:37.283+00:00seven hundred winds and low mountains green
flat l...seven hundred <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAbBBm9muPc" rel="nofollow">winds</a> and low mountains green<br />flat lakes cutting deep into the diagonal ground<br /><br />twelve thousand moons circling above azure seas<br />wrapping perfectly the hidden planet and its currents<br /><br />nooks of underwater mountains waving with grass<br />soft breathing ground rich with the colours of all spectra<br /><br />rare tongues spoken by monoliths and fallen cities<br />stories eternal & recent, words finding words finding words<br /><br />ingeniously wedged blocks of granite in timeless embrace<br />halls tall and quiet with still frescoes smiling doorwards<br /><br />explored only by millions of gallons of saltwater<br />and fluttering imagination when you like to come bytentaculitidaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03581590425391323719noreply@blogger.com