10-12-2013, 10:20 AM
Glorious! Glorious! Glorious!
J'adore! J'adore! I am at some spiritual, some hounfour deep in the belly of Haiti, I am dancing around a bonfire outside my head on peyote - whatever, it's beautiful. It's ceremony, it's the visionary entering trance, the priest collapsing onto the sand in prayer, and so on. There is something immensley fast about it which is for me just - ecstasy! Even, it invokes the image of colorful Sufi whirling, which casts the ego somewhere lost into the abyss. I adore it! You have made a poem of true ecstasy! Grassroots ecstasy! A poem of orgasm, of trance, of gnosis, of whatever... Of those little moments of pure joy and bliss, that 'loose the lightning's pent-up' burn.
I disagree with everybody about all criticisms they have made to the structure of the verse. They are wrong, and I denounce them as poets.
J'adore! J'adore! I am at some spiritual, some hounfour deep in the belly of Haiti, I am dancing around a bonfire outside my head on peyote - whatever, it's beautiful. It's ceremony, it's the visionary entering trance, the priest collapsing onto the sand in prayer, and so on. There is something immensley fast about it which is for me just - ecstasy! Even, it invokes the image of colorful Sufi whirling, which casts the ego somewhere lost into the abyss. I adore it! You have made a poem of true ecstasy! Grassroots ecstasy! A poem of orgasm, of trance, of gnosis, of whatever... Of those little moments of pure joy and bliss, that 'loose the lightning's pent-up' burn.
I disagree with everybody about all criticisms they have made to the structure of the verse. They are wrong, and I denounce them as poets.