I just wrote a 45 minute critique hit the wrong button on my iPad and lost it all. I'll try again.
Blood pain and apocalyptic destruction
Leanne,
I'm sorry, I went line by line before but in the process of doing that I come to a more holistic conclusion as to what the poem means. Since I lost those comments I can't go back to the earlier frame of reference I had. So, I apologize if this is less helpful then the stream of consciousness line by line method.
So we have Wisdom moving through the currents of ignorance and building a wealth of knowledge and than dying and we are left with an inheritance that fascinates us but we hold in limited value. We consider it monstrous (love the word choice). We are left with knowledge that can not be unlearned and it's like Toffler's future shock information coming so fast that we are dulled by it. We have those that flirt with the pile but don't allow it to get beyond the surface. Though I don't see this as a religious poem per say I do see the people living in a naive pre-fall innocence of untested purity. Until one person is tide marked (again love that) up to the elbows. He sees a market (an application for the knowledge but sees no real value. He predicts the fall by the wonderful double use of the word pay, but knows that what he offers is of little value.
Then we are introduced to the speaker who places a piece of the pile inside their mouth. Innocence is gone now. On the day that you eat you will surely die. Is so get a Charon feel. The speaker brings death. And it is brought to a loud base world. I loved the bright lights and tin noise. Our chosen home is an indictment, and the trip is finely the fall which God watches--again fantastic break. This god though is sleepy and deistic with a crass glowing crass. One. Of my favorite lines was about we play. The house does not know. The break is solid and it gives the feeling that some card counting team has hit the casino. I also liked the We turn (break) and he is there. This is the Satan character offering the kingdoms of the world (but there's a price and the speaker can taste the bitterness of it).
The casino feel continues with no dice but we made an exchange for our current condition we did not lose our inheritance by chance. I love the addition of the gucci crown. It is a crass poor exchange. The ending delivers. Even elbows didn't carry the wisdom inside the speaker will live with the trade and be unsatisfied. The fall has occurred and so few even recognize what has been lost.
I may be way off Leanne, but I loved the poem and that's what I took from it. I hope some of these reflections will be helpful to you.
Best,
Todd
Blood pain and apocalyptic destruction
Leanne,
I'm sorry, I went line by line before but in the process of doing that I come to a more holistic conclusion as to what the poem means. Since I lost those comments I can't go back to the earlier frame of reference I had. So, I apologize if this is less helpful then the stream of consciousness line by line method.
So we have Wisdom moving through the currents of ignorance and building a wealth of knowledge and than dying and we are left with an inheritance that fascinates us but we hold in limited value. We consider it monstrous (love the word choice). We are left with knowledge that can not be unlearned and it's like Toffler's future shock information coming so fast that we are dulled by it. We have those that flirt with the pile but don't allow it to get beyond the surface. Though I don't see this as a religious poem per say I do see the people living in a naive pre-fall innocence of untested purity. Until one person is tide marked (again love that) up to the elbows. He sees a market (an application for the knowledge but sees no real value. He predicts the fall by the wonderful double use of the word pay, but knows that what he offers is of little value.
Then we are introduced to the speaker who places a piece of the pile inside their mouth. Innocence is gone now. On the day that you eat you will surely die. Is so get a Charon feel. The speaker brings death. And it is brought to a loud base world. I loved the bright lights and tin noise. Our chosen home is an indictment, and the trip is finely the fall which God watches--again fantastic break. This god though is sleepy and deistic with a crass glowing crass. One. Of my favorite lines was about we play. The house does not know. The break is solid and it gives the feeling that some card counting team has hit the casino. I also liked the We turn (break) and he is there. This is the Satan character offering the kingdoms of the world (but there's a price and the speaker can taste the bitterness of it).
The casino feel continues with no dice but we made an exchange for our current condition we did not lose our inheritance by chance. I love the addition of the gucci crown. It is a crass poor exchange. The ending delivers. Even elbows didn't carry the wisdom inside the speaker will live with the trade and be unsatisfied. The fall has occurred and so few even recognize what has been lost.
I may be way off Leanne, but I loved the poem and that's what I took from it. I hope some of these reflections will be helpful to you.
Best,
Todd
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson