pass not over

[serge gurkski]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

---
with Hebrew at ablemuse: http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread...post281997
with music at my blog:
http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/pass-not-over/

[Crepuscule]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

Whew... pretty direct second stanza and I like the imagery in the third. I'm struggling a little with the first though... Why the humming?

[tectak]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

---
with Hebrew at ablemuse: http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread...post281997
with music at my blog:
http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/pass-not-over/

Hi Serge,
brevity is not your style but I risk lighting your fuse with that comment. This is terse-verse. You make your point but one must question your motive. So, you post a link. I will not follow it. I know that this is a foible of mine, but I like poems posted here to be self-sufficient. So...to the crit. Why humming? It has already been asked. Let's get the grammar out of the way. Humming is soothing to my heart. Why humming? Is there a catchy tune to Eloi,Eloi, Lama Sabachthani? Hmm. Now in a different crucifixion I could like the tomcat howl but it loses me here...but worse! You make a displaced metaphor.What is the tomcat close to death like? Humming? Your heart? Soothings? You do not say.
Stanza 2 is hilarious. It must be deliberate. Wasn't it a coincidence that Christ was born on Christmas day etc etc.
Stanza 3. Excellent.
See, I only ever tell tge truth ( as I see it)
Best,
tectak
PS brevity in all things....except long things.

[serge gurkski]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

---
with Hebrew at ablemuse: http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread...post281997
with music at my blog:
http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/pass-not-over/

Hi Serge,
brevity is not your style but I risk lighting your fuse with that comment. This is terse-verse. You make your point but one must question your motive. So, you post a link. I will not follow it. I know that this is a foible of mine, but I like poems posted here to be self-sufficient. So...to the crit. Why humming? It has already been asked. Let's get the grammar out of the way. Humming is soothing to my heart. Why humming? Is there a catchy tune to Eloi,Eloi, Lama Sabachthani? Hmm. Now in a different crucifixion I could like the tomcat howl but it loses me here...but worse! You make a displaced metaphor.What is the tomcat close to death like? Humming? Your heart? Soothings? You do not say.
Stanza 2 is hilarious. It must be deliberate. Wasn't it a coincidence that Christ was born on Christmas day etc etc.
Stanza 3. Excellent.
See, I only ever tell tge truth ( as I see it)
Best,
tectak
PS brevity in all things....except long things.

why humming: it is so NOT a metaphor, oh people !! sigh

What is the tomcat close to death like? Humming? Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! exactly!

bc at least some cats purr or hum also! when in extreme agony (incl. of course in their hour of dying. You can look that up online. But I have firsthand experience: I sat and cried next to my cat and listened to her soothing herself and I must tell here: Never in my life was I touched so profoundly.
It cut my heart apart.
As this a poem about how to cope with death, the knowledge of the inevitability of it, what I am saying (to myself) is: if I only was a cat in my hour of dying.

thank you for reading.

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On a drunker note:

the pass nogg egg no over thang talks back to the ancient hebrew guys and gals jumpin around in a totally uncalled for delirium of handclapping footstomping frenzy-dancey of joy oh joy:

BBBBButttt! again, to quote, haha, beloved-by-leanne sylvie, they are deluded tuh unfuh ---
Because that sucker, death, will surely come back to them, no matter how much blood the smear on their doorposts.

so i tell em: wait a minute guys, party all good and fine, me being the first not in the boat and off the wagon, but but wouldcha pleeze listn to me.. for a sec, befor ya stone me:

Bad news. Its not yet over,-)))))

and hey, to add to the fun:

all the sweet lil lies those bearded rabbis are tellin ya to soothe ya, won't gonna change that bloody fact for a bit.
Includin o'cuz that poor old cheezer, he didn make for a good slaughta lamb eitha ..



(what I am not sayin there( but is implied of course) is that:

so you know, you sweet sexy people, what I'm a gonna do?

I get me foooiiiif (,-), couldnt resist) holy bees :

B rendan
B uk oyvey! ski
Burns of Braes

and a
Bo'l of
Bourbon

byes byes byes

wait ( couln't hold back

and now I'm gonna let you know:

Oh Lord
let my peepee go

---

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

Whew... pretty direct second stanza and I like the imagery in the third. I'm struggling a little with the first though... Why the humming?

Thank you crepus! .-)

I was in a bit of a rant. But surely not because of you.
You got it ( forget the cat, you could not know).

If only you knew how much that means to me!

cheers

serge

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Tom, thank you likewise!
ranting mood: just explained above to crepus. (NOT bc of you)

;-)

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Tom: " Now in a different crucifixion I could like the tomcat howl ..."
Have you read the same book, sth with mirror in the title, about medieval history? I forgot the title and female author, damn.

About cats getting crucified?

I hated mankind for that. I understand your mycological inclinations more and more by the day. Not only is this a (lol) mostly invisible cosmos, but also they wisely keep out of human affairs.
Never heard about religious wars (even if papmaché as in N.I) between different "sects" ,-) of mushroomers/ies.

If it was not for you being the Prince of the Pilz, I d feel inclined to come up with a title for a poem: Do mushrooms too have gods?

[popeye]

Hello serge, I've reread this several times and it seems quite cryptic! The first stanza could refer to the cat o' nine tails which would hum just before it landed on Jesus back but that would be anything but soothing unless he was a masochist ! The second stanza is self explanatory. The third stanza seems to have gone back in time to the first testament, you may have mentioned The Last Supper here which was ,I believe ,also a passover.An immaculate conception and room for a resurrection! And now for some Gefilte Fish and a glass of wine. Cheers mate, thanks for sharing, sorry I could not have been of more help. ( the commentary was priceless )

[serge gurkski]

;-) it is beer here. cheers!

at least the second made it. haha.

the man thirsty for spinache grinned this:
"the commentary was priceless "

Uhhh, i found my audience!
Master Popeye: Go for the comm. ;-)
cuz i will too.

[popeye]

IF I could write poetry as well in German as you do in English, I'd be very pleased! Cheers again, this time with a beer.

[serge gurkski]

IF I could write poetry as well in German as you do in English, I'd be very pleased! Cheers again, this time with a beer.

Could not agree more (re german poetry and I mean me. They only dig my strange kinky mishmash prosepoems) what can we do?

It is even more odd: Imagine that: I receive a small small book. Now on some of the pages I find a piece it says by me. Hm, I think. Let's look at that. So I start reading. And I think, damn if I know who wrote that! A day later I try again and ever so slowly it dawns on me, that it must have been me. It says I am the author. So weaponed boozewise I cautiously approach ths strange animal. And from time to me I think:
holy shit! Was I good back then.

That was one of the strangest experiences I had in a very long time.
I call it one of the benefits of the booze: a message in a bottle to yourself.

I have my last wheat beer (Wezen- or Weissbier) here to share with you.

Prost! (Bavarian for cheers) ;-)

[billy]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

--

i love it....it feels right...but ...it looks disjointed.,

what is humming?
in the 2nd; why are you bleeding even if it's metaphorical bleeding (or not)?

the last is the part i loved, though i have no idea why. did someone die and now the passover is pointless?

sorry if all i have bring is questions

[NakedBear]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death, Would 'purring' be carrying the simile too far?

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified: I like this.

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed! I'm thinking you could remove 'First of'. There was only one true passover, and no more. Everything else is a hollow imitation.

---
with Hebrew at ablemuse: http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread...post281997
with music at my blog:
http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/pass-not-over/

[serge gurkski]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death, Would 'purring' be carrying the simile too far?

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified: I like this.

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed! I'm thinking you could remove 'First of'. There was only one true passover, and no more. Everything else is a hollow imitation.

---
with Hebrew at ablemuse: http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread...post281997
with music at my blog:
http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/pass-not-over/

yes, purring. Schnurren in German. Being not a native speaker I just went for the sound which in my German is - don't laugh . in between purring and humming. Is there another word for a deep low purr? Or I must somehow find another solution. I am aware that this intro lines must well sound a tad odd. For the time being I thought I d take them out.
and concentrate on the rest. But thank you for looking into these 2 lines.

"for a liar crucified: I like this." like you like. ;-) I can tell you, there are people out there who don't. Well, .... ;-)

First of passovers: I had the Hebrew (take your pick transcription wise, e.g. Pessah mishraim. Bc I wanted to the egypt pessah. Of course you are right. and I don't know what to do here. the passing by or over of the malakh ha-mavet is what's that about. What I am going for is: temporarily absent only. I do not find the English strong enough. Massive. I mean we are talking a horror story actually. (malakh makes me laugh all the time, not exactly the postman, it's the real thing. to type out the unspeakable: death. period.

Nakedst of bears, thank you very much for looking into this!
I ll let it simmer a bit and for now just go with thy typical Gurkski helter skelter barrelhouse rambling.
(I know! that Tomtec would nodd here when i mumble to myself: Never change a running horse ...

cheers
serge

[serge gurkski]

Humming soothings to my heart
like a tomcat close to death,

On Good Friday I am bleeding
for a liar crucified:

No more blood of lambs on doorposts.
First of Passovers has passed!

--

i love it....it feels right...but ...it looks disjointed.,

what is humming?
in the 2nd; why are you bleeding even if it's metaphorical bleeding (or not)?

the last is the part i loved, though i have no idea why. did someone die and now the passover is pointless?

sorry if all i have bring is questions

Not at all Billy. Good points.
Let me first try to rephrase the message in S1 in prose:

I wish I would be like a cat
purring to soothe herself /my heart
in the hour of death /dying.

ok.

the bleeding is metaphorical (for feeling pain over someone having presumably (I was not there) being tortured and executed (Mel Gibson anyone). In my opinion he was a human like all of us netherlings, if he ever was at all. The lie is the promise of afterlife. It is mad and obscene bc it made millions of people butcher others and getting butchered bc they reallybelieved they would have a glorious afterlife, so wtf about this one here. The same delusion survived into the Koran. etc.

the last S: replies directly to the Hebrews in the original passover narrative of Exodus: offering lambs' lifes saved theirs'. And I am anwering by saying: yes, but just for this one night. So why all the partying? and: let us stop killing the lambs. It won't help. not really.

And crepus might have thought I referred to Good friday Belfast 98 ,-) but I swear I did not. ;-)

There one interesting notion: Now in Easter (Christian) metaphorology Jesus is the lamb (pure so to be qualifying to be offered to the Lord) but he turns into the scapegoat (taking the sins of the community). They were damn sophisticated those old xtians, even if completely looney ,-)

And on that lighter note

cheers
with red wine even. (Oh Lord, you taste yummy tonite!)

(Shouldn't have watched Life of Brian on Easter Sunday I guess)
;-)