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Life and its double

BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
ok, so the title borrows from Antonin Artaud... :D
here's my latest:


A trail of grey-brown feathers tells of the way...
This is where last he was seen
Nursing ego and wounds
Spawned of redundancy, oblivion, reject…
The star that shines but dimly
Nothing now but a faraway spec
Engulfed by space and night
A fallen angel, a memory…
His wings tattered and torn
Discarded and scorned
Like yesterday's movie stars…

The flea-bites ate his resolve
Pink, round and overwhelming
Growing across skin and organs
Growing and spreading
Itching from the inside
How will you scratch these wounds?
How
Will you scratch
These wounds?

And he thought this was special
--- This is the fleeting forever
That lies tell of ---
The fickle promise of the silver screen…
And you will be remembered for a role,
For being someone you are not...
But it's allright,
For all stars must one day die
And not everyone is meant to shine.

Buru.
y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    howdy buru :)


    nice read :)
  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    howdy buru :)


    nice read :)

    thanks Pasta :)
    It's a bit rough yet, but it came to me while driving, had to recite it all the way to work before I could write it down :D
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ooooh... a many many many great works have been composed while driving...

    now if there was just a way to write and drive at the same time, (because i think the zen of driving helps the words spring from the deep).... we'd be set....


    as a passenger, i'm afraid it wouldn't work :):):)


    nice to "see" you around
  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    ooooh... a many many many great works have been composed while driving...

    now if there was just a way to write and drive at the same time, (because i think the zen of driving helps the words spring from the deep).... we'd be set....


    as a passenger, i'm afraid it wouldn't work :):):)


    nice to "see" you around

    best ideas always come when you don't have a pen near.... :D
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    The best melodies always come when you've no strings on your guitar or when you've got laryngitis and can't sing them into your four-track to remember them.

    The best thoughts come in that split second between dreaming and waking and then they're gone, and you only get a mental echo of them again as you're falling asleep the next night.

    God comes in the flash and play of light on the back of a hopping bird in the corner of your eye in the middle of a dusty marketplace. You look up, and it's gone.

    But you felt thse things. And their impression went too deeply to come back to the surface. But if we had that magnificence at our disposal, we'd only dispose of it like the idiots we are.
  • who's_pearljam?who's_pearljam? Posts: 2,104
    Buru,
    Nice writing! I like it.
    I get inspirations while driving at night, or mowing the lawn sometimes. Something about that trance state.

    Here's what I do to remember this stuff. I can't tell you HOW many times I've sung a guitar lick from my head into my answering machine at home on my cell phone, if you have one, or even left reminders of cool things to do.

    If you don't have an answering machine,,, call someone elses:),,, or mine, and I'll write it down for ya!

    Have a great trip, Buru:D
    Be kind, man
    Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
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  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    The best melodies always come when you've so strings on your guitar or when you've got laryngitis and can't sing them into your four-track to remember them.

    The best thoughts come in that split second between dreaming and waking and then they're gone, and you only get a mental echo of them again as you're falling asleep the next night.

    God comes in the flash and play of light on the back of a hopping bird in the corner of your eye in the middle of a dusty marketplace. You look up, and it's gone.

    But you felt thse things. And their impression went too deeply to come back to the surface. But if we had that magnificence at our disposal, we'd only dispose of it like the idiots we are.

    ad sometimes you can rescue these things, resurface them, even if it's just a few times in a lifetime
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by who's_pearljam?
    Buru,
    Nice writing! I like it.
    I get inspirations while driving at night, or mowing the lawn sometimes. Something about that trance state.

    Here's what I do to remember this stuff. I can't tell you HOW many times I've sung a guitar lick from my head into my answering machine at home on my cell phone, if you have one, or even left reminders of cool things to do.

    If you don't have an answering machine,,, call someone elses:),,, or mine, and I'll write it down for ya!

    Have a great trip, Buru:D

    thanks Bob :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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