Yesterday, 02:58 PM
(Yesterday, 01:30 PM)busker Wrote: When things really piss me off
I go and write a poem. Hahaha ok I am on board
or walk the dog and watch the trees
ensconced in their xylem, phloem, delete 'their' for meter perhaps
reciting plant Hesiod in the breeze big mouthful of a line that doesn't seem worth it
with no tree linguist to know ‘em. disappointing cliche rhyme, really limits the ambition of the poem as now it feels JUST silly
They don’t care about our goings on, true indeed
the anthropofagi of the wheat and corn idk what the cool word is sposta mean
industries. We’re just consumers to them,
numbers on a spreadsheet, going
up and down as assumptions vary. this doesn't strike me as particularly insightful or interesting
Give me a tale instead, of Mary
speaking to Hashem’s
son back from the desert, hairy
and full of smiles. over my head but feels like a provocation
Some good sound, some less good sound. Holds my interest mostly due to the interesting play with music and rhyme. No idea what speaker is on about. Started out with a clear occasion and suggestions of theme, then went off the rails to a destination I don't recognize