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A wild lesson in freedom! I think. A lovely progression of sound and image, I know. Thanks for another poem, NoxAlio - I quite enjoyed that.PG
The first and last like neon parenthesis around this poem...sharp like barbed wire, pliant like rubber. There is a ping pong between them and I keep cutting myself.
this is kind of ugly with its refs to oubliette, inflicted ruffians and manglement ... i have a feeling this is about an object rather than flesh but then i change my mind and think it's about crippling and destroying the spirit ... doubt is an oubliette? damn right it is torture too *wry grinand always always the question, who’s in control .. or what … or something ... a theme i've been pondering too so may just be reading myself into this ... that Gordian knot ref is kind of unsettling but solutions to the impossible often are ... *sigha fantastic mind twizzler this one, dear noxy!and you’ve written so much in the blink of an eye ... how do you do that?
cheers, PG. thanks.
Annie, yup, those are, indeed, the bookends ...
oh, Shell ... the gist IS the attempt at crippling of spirit (or the sense of self) by hands of another ... especially insidious if habitual and premeditated ... yeah, control - what a concept ...actually oubliette is reference to a place, physical or imagined, where absolute power can be wielded - as designed - where manipulation becomes so much easier - the norm.yes, disturbing - and sadly, somewhat biographical.re: writing a lot - manic phase (if you can understand) ...how've you been? i hope well - my dear friend.
noxy, your language here is even more exquisite than usual, if that's possible. (or maybe i'm just slightly giddy from your rarefied use of "oubliette"-- such a beautiful word for such an ugly thing)i'm sad to hear that some of this is biographical; that third verse is especially devastating to me. amazing, but devastating.those closing lines tie off your knot perfectly.cheers, my friend, on a stunning piece. hope you're well.joanna
cheers to you too Joanna!! and yes, "oubliette", what a whimsical sounding word for such an abysmal notion, eh? who ever coined it?thank you kindly, both for your compliments and sentiment ... i am well, although at the time of this writing emotions were running ragged ...i'm honored and glad you stopped over ...noxy
Catching up on the comments here and reading the piece again - it's so easy to read fast, without trying to pry out the insides.Love-knots can stitch hearts together that were never meant to be; even family.As to the other, so oft unmentioned thing: there is a perspective that states abuse is the proximate cause of bipolar disorder.I prefer to think otherwise; i had visions and felt that DC endless-jolt of high manic long before I really got to know my mother. Still, I guess she was really first on the scene - what do i know?Thanks again for the poem (in fact, twice again, because I read it three times, and without paying 60c for a refill either!).Thanks quite a lot for the poem.Talk to ya later -Peter
"secret dungeon reached only via trapdoor," 1819, from Fr. oubliette (14c.), from M.Fr. oublier "to forget," from O.Fr. oblider, from V.L. *oblitare, from L. oblitus, pp. of oblivisci "to forget"(dictionary.com)just thought i'd offer a pompous moment *heh ... choke
ah Shell, and therein lies one wordplay at one particular level, caught me slightly red-handed ... *smiles* ... but as you know there be dungeons within dungeons thar, forgotten or otherwise all too well remembered / preserved ... no? *sigh* ...thank you kindly for the 'not so' pompous moment *hehe* ... gulp
ah Peter, refills are ALWAYS at no charge over here ... especially to those who leave their some of their thoughts behind for us ... thank you so much for coming back to this one ... it does hit a certain nerve, this (even if not initially intended - i suppose, it no lives at its own accord) ...
Eeee-gads! Am I bi-polar? Just love Peter's comment about mothers first on the scene. Holy hell yes...indeed, and sometimes so absently. Again I ask....am I bi-polar? Hmmmmm.....And silence as murder. Well, it is you know, as anyone who has been on the short end of a freeze can attest. You just basically fall asleep as the blood cubes in it's own frost. And only a word it would have taken to thaw.
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