In the museums of the moon
I have a lot going on in my head at the moment and none of it is interesting. So! Poem?
I think this is, unfortunately, the kind of poem that makes people hate poetry. So hang in there, if you're reading this -- don't give up yet -- I'll try to talk you through some of it but it's not like I'm some kind of expert. Just hold on tight, it's a bit ( Read more... )
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your thoughts are too thinky for me. And that poem reminds me too much of the ridiculousness of Ryan Ross. Particularly "hallucinatory citadels of shattered glass". Somehow that's... him.
Does this poem follow one of your magical formats? Or is it free-verse?
It's growing on me.
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Wiki has this to say about Mina Loy, and I kind of like it: "Mina Loy (December 27, 1882 - September 25, 1966) was an artist, poet, playwright, novelist, Futurist, actress, Christian Scientist, designer of lamps and bohemian extraordinaire." Designer of lamps! No kidding.
I know what you mean about the Ryan Rossiness. I think you could get away with a lot more of that kind of thing back in 1923, when you were friends with Gertrude Stein, Marcel Duchamp and Man Ray, than you can now. Although our Ryan manages it. :D
This doesn't follow any particular form, that I'm aware of anyway....
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