a : blue : c

[TranquillityBase]

a : blue : c

a:  blue watch me go.  what’s to shun me?  there’s fleece over there, and mangoes.
c:  but there’s nothing dissecting.  it all flourishes.
a:  blue’s got to.  else beyond, else between.
c:  you dare to.  where’s the eye in it, when’s the diamond?
a:  and when did stones lie down?  there’s diamonds and blanks.  eyes have no words.  blue moves those dancers.
c:  flesh is mad.  once you see verdant, you’ll see small.  now you smile it.
a:  and when I cry dancers laugh.  hug a pillow.
c: so let’s take.

a:  i come to blue and you fly faces!  this is my quell not a comma.
c:  my know, spare me.
a:  that’s all.   what’s there?  lots of touch in that.
c:  there’s the dog.  dewlap and a trace in every corner.
a:  hand a secret.
c:  cannot.  blue’s too simple.
a:  can. blue’s my palm.
c:  oil smiles fire.  that’s last chance, finger and flint.
a:  isn’t it? backward, positive?

c:  net me.
a:  it’s everyday.  not since blue.
c;  blue’s several.  reach me winsome.
a:  yours is a rabbit.
c:  fox it.
a:  yes, ever.
c:  shining!  mantle!
a:  tells blue, o, tell blue.

[brynmawr1]

a : blue : c

a:  blue watch me go.  what’s to shun me?  there’s fleece over there, and mangoes.
c:  but there’s nothing dissecting.  it all flourishes.
a:  blue’s got to.  else beyond, else between.
c:  you dare to.  where’s the eye in it, when’s the diamond?
a:  and when did stones lie down?  there’s diamonds and blanks.  eyes have no words.  blue moves those dancers.
c:  flesh is mad.  once you see verdant, you’ll see small.  now you smile it.
a:  and when I cry dancers laugh.  hug a pillow.
c: so let’s take.

a:  i come to blue and you fly faces!  this is my quell not a comma.
c:  my know, spare me.
a:  that’s all.   what’s there?  lots of touch in that.
c:  there’s the dog.  dewlap and a trace in every corner.
a:  hand a secret.
c:  cannot.  blue’s too simple.
a:  can. blue’s my palm.
c:  oil smiles fire.  that’s last chance, finger and flint.
a:  isn’t it? backward, positive?

c:  net me.
a:  it’s everyday.  not since blue.
c;  blue’s several.  reach me winsome.
a:  yours is a rabbit.
c:  fox it.
a:  yes, ever.
c:  shining!  mantle!
a:  tells blue, o, tell blue.

Hi TqB

I have come back to this one a few times now.  I can't say that I understand it any better, but I do really enjoy it.  For me, it has such an unpretentious surreal quality about it that I don't mind not being "in the know".  I find reading it like over hearing a broken conversation not meant to be heard and trying to figure out the meaning without proper context.
I do find the title a little frustrating trying to  parse that out.  I sort of read it as a transitive description of the relationship between the "characters" but not sure how that translates or if I'm even right.
Anyway, thanks for the read.
Bryn

[TranquillityBase]

Hi TqB

I have come back to this one a few times now.  I can't say that I understand it any better, but I do really enjoy it.  For me, it has such an unpretentious surreal quality about it that I don't mind not being "in the know".  I find reading it like over hearing a broken conversation not meant to be heard and trying to figure out the meaning without proper context.
I do find the title a little frustrating trying to  parse that out.  I sort of read it as a transitive description of the relationship between the "characters" but not sure how that translates or if I'm even right.
Anyway, thanks for the read.
Bryn

Hey Bryn,

Thanks for stopping by.  It's been quiet here....  and where's Rowens?  It's kind of creeping me out.

But as to the (I hesitate to call it a poem) poetic dialogue:  it dates from 1981 though I've never shown it to anyone before.  I did do some editing, but not much.  Back then I was heavy into Samuel Beckett and this was inspired by his writing, though he never wrote anything quite this obscure.  But I wanted to have random words that would still carry the tone of a logical conversation, even an emotional one (the last part).  I think.  Hard to go back and reconstruct, I just know I never tried it again.

Sorry I have no explanation for the title; suspect I was just playing with typography.

I really do appreciate that you appreciate it  

[brynmawr1]

Hey Bryn,

Thanks for stopping by.  It's been quiet here....  and where's Rowens?  It's kind of creeping me out.

But as to the (I hesitate to call it a poem) poetic dialogue:  it dates from 1981 though I've never shown it to anyone before.  I did do some editing, but not much.  Back then I was heavy into Samuel Beckett and this was inspired by his writing, though he never wrote anything quite this obscure.  But I wanted to have random words that would still carry the tone of a logical conversation, even an emotional one (the last part).  I think.  Hard to go back and reconstruct, I just know I never tried it again.

Sorry I have no explanation for the title; suspect I was just playing with typography.

I really do appreciate that you appreciate it  
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It has been quiet.  I am guilty going into stalker mode myself lately.  Regarding the poem comment above, one of the things I forgot to mention I liked about this post is that it has a very poetic feel. So I vote poem.

I have to admit, I hadn't heard of Beckett so I found a few of his poems on poetry foundation.  They are quite obscure and, at times, in a jarring way.  By that i mean there are parts that seem straight forward then suddenly go off into the woods.  I'll have to keep reading!

Winter is finally giving us a good snow today.  There is something about watching a good snow.  Like white noise for the eyes.
Take care,
Bryn

[TranquillityBase]

I have to admit, I hadn't heard of Beckett so I found a few of his poems on poetry foundation.  They are quite obscure and, at times, in a jarring way.  By that i mean there are parts that seem straight forward then suddenly go off into the woods.  I'll have to keep reading!

Winter is finally giving us a good snow today.  There is something about watching a good snow.  Like white noise for the eyes.
Take care,
Bryn

All we get is gray skies, cold rain, and sometimes, if we're unlucky, ice storms.  We did have snow a couple of years ago, when our power grid went kablooey. 

Poetry was not Beckett's forte.  He's definitely an acquired taste.  If I could will you to read him, I'd say: read the novel trilogy (Molloy, Malone Dies, The Nameless) and read (or watch) some of his plays, particularly Waiting for Godot, Krapp's Last Tape and Endgame.  The very first DVD I bought was a set called Beckett on Film.  Really great film versions of most of his plays, each by a different director.  However, unobtainable now.

But then there's Youtube!  Here's a pirated, clear copy of Waiting for Godot from the set:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izX5dIzI2RE

And i bet the others are out there too.

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Krapp's Last Tape

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7nBZF514XU


Endgame (starring the late great Michael Gambon):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok7Vc3jczNg

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and my favorite of his short plays (only 30 mins), Rough for Theatre II:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sl5VsAadRwk