Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Isn't it necromantic?

From a blossom born of yellow thrusts

the thought I thought half-dead dissipates
into a moon half-shrouded in tissue clouds:

from a bronzed and milky bosom,
starved in common of rare earths,
I was in vitro once-
but it seemed to barely last.

There was a fecund goddess there
coaxing dybbuks through the maze.


  1. no Gerry it's quite natural... all of us have that maze...that goddess... and those wandering souls living in us...
    and the main point is the degree of 'obesity'... then what comes out of our minds may vary from an innocent light bulb to an alienating atomic bomb...

    joking apart... i loved the way you weaved these images and thoughts together... we are trapped!

  2. Hmmm. Thought, often just a seed...germinating in a pool of more imposing preoccupations, will then explode to life with just the right manure, which some just dismiss as sh*t. Go figure.

  3. Hallo Gerry,

    gefällt mir ;-)

    LG, Rachel

  4. Gerry! Long time. I could not sit back and enjoy your poems for a few weeks because of my exams. But I cant really be at peace without reading things like this.

    I often find myself in no position to comment about your verse. I am too naive to do anything of that sort, it often makes me trash my comments as hogwash. ;P

    So, I am only going to stick to telling you what I liked the best- the last line. it blew me away, absolutely, taking my mortal with me if that is even possible. This makes me wonder, are you into necromancy? It really interests me. an obese goddess coaxing dybbuks is truly delicious an image for us goth-kids. ;D

    love it!

  5. "Isn't it necromantic?"

    "Sweet symbols in the moonlight"

    Yeah, it makes sense in a fin de siècle kind of way. :)

  6. wow Gerry this was brilliant mate, soz u never got my movie poem right but man u had a good go lol, here is a special award for YOU.

  7. ha ha Gerry, ... isn't it though?

    i like the image of the "obese goddess
    coaxing dybbuks from the maze" ... a lot.

    somewhat sullen (my reading
    of it at least).

    in fact, i like all of it (and
    also the tweaks you made to to).

    oh, i also like your color choices
    (i suspect you know by now).


  8. Apologies for the edits. Depending on when commented, the ending might have changed a wee bit.

    @Wendilea: Power to the people, right on!

    @human being: How much better to trapped together, though, rather than the only bird in the cage.

    WandW: And so we grow, no?

    Rachel: Guten Tag und Wilkommen. My German is not that good so I read you in German for the sound and through Google translator in English for the meaning. Danke.

    @Limpidius: Any comments are welcome as is lurking. I don't really go in much for high-brow literary junk. Just words on a page which resonate or do not. So, just your saying Hello! is a groovy thing. I do believe in Magic. Check out the intro to Dylan Thomas' Collected Poems and you'll see why. It's still under copyright or I would have pasted it here. :-(

    @Jenny: Ha!

    @william: Cheers mate.

    @noxie: Thanks. Sullen? Not sure. I think of everything I write as a comedic work. Ha!

    @wiilow: A little cheap, but I could not stop myself.

  9. I am glad to see you are back G. dear!

    Hey I love this one.... and that obese goddess reminds of the one I don't want to become-LOL

  10. @Dulce: Back? I never left! All goddesses are beautiful!

  11. hahah .. Wonderful ! I liked it.

  12. "the thought I thought half-dead has burst
    into a moon half-shrouded in tissue clouds"

    my favorite line in a garden of gems.

    And I think all gods and goddesses must be obese in one way or another.

  13. Ooh, dybbuks (an exotic word I wasn't aware of)!

    An eclipse of a poem with a wicked title to boot. The good kind of bad!


  14. yes, trapped images, but rather be trapped together than within one's own loneliness!

  15. Thanks Gerry for letting me posting one of your poems on my blog. It's an honor.


  16. coaxing the demon's through
    artificial environs
    with black magic.

    i like this.


  17. @adiyta: Thanks.

    @Megs: We are large, we contain multitudes.

    @OE: I like that word too! Yeah, the good kind of bad.

    @Smita: Thanks.

    @Khaled KEM: 1,000 Thank yous.

    @all: Thx for stopping by and welcome.

  18. Wow sir i loved this poem!!! the name itself is so mind-blowing :)

  19. yes, any poem that has a title with the word "necromantic" has a place with me

  20. I love how your poem goes into a meditation and then becomes self aware, thankyou

  21. @DuDo: Thanks. High praise to blow a mind. Mine was blown a long time ago and I am not sure I've ever recovered. Such is bliss. :-)

    @Sean Weathers: Great word, no? When I discovered it, I had to use it. Of course, the meaning is pretty groovy, too.

    @flumembrain: Interesting observation. The best part of comments is that they make me re-read and re-discover the poem. So, thank you for taking the time to offer that insight (incite, ;-)). Much Obliged.

  22. Glad the "in vitro" didn't last..step aside for the scary dybbuks, and take a fork in the maze!!

  23. well, when are you visiting my blog and leaving just any comment! waiting...

  24. Not sure this poem needs another comment, but I thought I would, anyway... It's quite something.

    An art prof used to say, "Like a knife in the ribs."

  25. @Lyn: Yes, a fork upon which to twist the yarn like so much angel hair.

    @Smita: Hello.

    @robert lew: Never too many comments. I like the visceral quality of the art prof's expression. I'll have to add that to my library of great reactions. Thanks for stopping by.

  26. Its been a low day. The kind when you can feel the chaos stir silently in you as if it were the turbulence of a cheap vodka shot. Until I saw Smita Tewari's comment.

    Hello --
    Like a knife
    in the ribs.

    No obligations, Gerry !

  27. thanks for your comment at my weblog, as it led me here - wow, such great poetry! I love your use of rich gorgeous gritty language and your wonderful imagery.

  28. @sarah: Hello sarah and welcome. I try to post weekly. Would do more but my day job gets in the way. Appreciate your kind words. Thanks for stopping by.

  29. just back from the dead, myself, so I especially was drawn to your title.
    isn't it, though.
    birthing and seeding.... such a grand intertwining of dying and coming to life; I suppose much "creating" is a necessary co- mingling of these two boundary conditions

    this is what you conveyed to me, here, in this intriguing piece. thanks.

  30. This is reet good stuff! I am, as they say, well impressed. So much enjoyment compressed into a few powerful lines. I'm hooked.

  31. @Dave King: Any comment that uses an adjective often employed by the late great Jackie Wilson is highly prized. Reet Petite! Thanks Dave. You made it extra special.

  32. @Harlequin: Welcome back from the necropolis. I think your comment is spot on.

    "Birth, copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to the brass tacks."

    Eliot, of course

  33. @Gerry: re: Eliot: Al Purdy titled a collection 'Sex & Death' and sold a lot of it. It was good, too - but not always as sophisticated as your verses here.

    Dybbuks - had to look it up in a book (get less embarrassed about that as i go on, because now i find half the time i just forgot, a better lack than having not). Do you think we come back, white light red light go stop go pop out into the world again wet and screaming? I can't figure out what feels right, and have decided that Time itself is the obvious culprit an' liar in the room.

    I really like your poetry. It's such a big room I've stepped back into, and I'm old enough now to feel small on occasion (although being quite quite mad helps with that, small is big is not here at all a lot of the time, thank god). Have you been doing this for a long time? If not, please lie.

    O, and re: re: t.s. Eliot: re: I finally sat down and read his own edit of his collected works. (secret) I think he's a terrible man, and wasted a very bright mind on feeling some awful dusty things that can only have been meant to frankly harm the minds of others. And he was so good, too! Into the Nabokov sack with him. Intent, content, and art are one for me, and Eliot's such a creep. Certainly an awfully good language user, but so is Malmsteen a good guitarist, and Hendrix isn't - i.e., Malmsteen's technical perfection did not result in any soul, whereas Hendrix' soul was like that of Matisse - cut of his hands and he'd use his feet. Plus Malmsteen had the temerity to publicly slang Jimi, which puts him the Nabokov bag too. Which is silken, sewed shut, and headed for the bottom of the Bosporus of my mind. Yes, the poo of Caliphs shall mingle with these rejected mind-mistresses in the mud.

    Wow, if there was a poetry cop here, I'd have my poet's licence pulled for some of the crippled structure in this comment. Ogden Nash in a little hat, pulling out credentials and sleepy from his dirt-nap
    will come to arrest me, divest me, and correct me - secretly, i look forward to it - unsecretly, i can't remotely finish this awful, awful rhyme without three little boys in a balloon welding my mouth shut until i repent.

    Thanks for all your work. It's great. I'm so old I even enjoy being jealous for a minute. A new pleasure! So quickly fades, to be replaced with the old and better one of respect. Now that's a long-lasting chew, that respect stuff.

    Thanks again.


  34. @OLD: My official policy is to allow one typo every 500 words, so I think you're OK. Yes, I do believe. Although I'm not sure we ever leave in this first place. Eliot as a man does not interest me much. Bit of a crankpot I think. Adore his work, though, especially Four Quartets. Totally agree with your bifurcation of technical bifuraction vs. soul. I'll take the latter anyday. Still looking for my butterfly net.