Join me in the danse macabre,
my dear,
to the music of my creatures
of the everlasting night.
You are fair enough,
dark enough
your black velvet handcuffs
haul me in
to an inversion
of romance,
the pain comes first,
the joy thereafter
seen only by
the eyes with no girl,
all in remembrance.
The road to death is petalled with regrets
and the scent of sensual sin
lingers... a caress within.
Audio-
https://soundcloud.com/neopoet/eyes-with-no-girl-by-jess-tapper
It is unusual to be able to view the whole process of a poem's writing from inception to first draft but this was written in chat on Facebook so you can see it there.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10155979090392274&set=a.1015168…
Comments
Nice stuff!...
This is great on so many levels! It makes me think of thoughts going through a sadist's head. The remembrance of sins already past or maybe thoughts of what he would like to do. Many, many ideas coming from this! I like the deliberate vagueness, not the straight-forward violence of "Killer", but the delight in thought. "Seen only by the eyes with no girl, all in remembrance". ~ Gee.
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Wow, ta mate.
Interesting story of the writing of it. You can view the entire process from word one to second draft on Facebook at
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10155979090392274&set=a.1015168…
Hi Jess
This is a beautiful write all the way through!!! My eyes just floated over every word
I love how the end ties this eloquent and poignant poem together with what appears to be a paradox ie the sweetness of sin remembered; evoking the inverse moral code of the so called virtuous who suffer the vainglory of Eros abandoned in the hopes of some tinsel paradise.
Z
ta Z.
thought you might like this one.
See my comment to Guy about the writing of it. It turned out so well I thought of whacking 'cellar door' in there somewhere (it wouldn't be hard) and submitting it to the workshop.
https://soundcloud.com/neopoet/eyes-with-no-girl-by-jess-tapper
Okay :)
Okay :)
I like the sound
of the poem, you draw us in with a kind of Faustian sexual fantasy. Nice pace.
I get lost at the end, as I just can't wrap my head around the image (and title), the eyes with no girl.
Not the girl with no eyes. I keep getting this Dali like idea of eyeballs...i loose the sensuality...
Forgive me!
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No problem,
we can not control others' readings of our poetry, for example I had no sadism in mind as Guy read it. Yes, you've probably heard the song 'Girl with no eyes' by It's A Beautiful Day. Not eyeballs, but eyes floating in the dark, haunting but not grotesque. Maybe undertones of the Cheshire Cat.
Your poem makes me want to
Your poem makes me want to cast aside restraint and join in some pagan revelry on a summer solstice eve!
The eyes with no girl
One of many lines that are thought provoking! But that's the beauty of poetry.
Love the flow of dark sensations. To me, nostalgia and regrets.
Hi wind, great to see you giving feedback so soon!
Wow, some new members take months to work up the courage. Onya! Thank you.
I love your reading of my poem. Sometimes the feedback I get makes me wonder if they were responding to another poem! Paganism, nostalgia and regrets. Love it!
Check out Stravinsky's 'Rites of Spring', apparently it caused a riot when first performed!
I will check out "Tiger-like" and "Islands" when I can.
You're welcome! The feedback
You're welcome! The feedback I've already gotten on my first submitted poem has me really turning introspective, wondering for the first time if my subconscious mind/muse/id/whatever might be telling me things about myself that I'm uncomfortable with. I always thought of poetry as word association, and since psychiatrists use that approach, maybe there's more to poems than I thought.
But, hey, above all else, they're still fun!
oh dear yes,
Once a 'fan' of my poetry did a full retrospective of my work, noting dates, and diagnosed my Bipolar Type 2 where decades of shrinks had failed. When I mentioned it to my therapist at the time she did the full head slap and 'of course, yes, how could I have missed it?'. Not to blame them really, I self-medicated both my depression and my hypomanic states.
It can be scary but it hasn't caused me to censor myself... well no more than I would anyway [grins]
My first instinct
is that absinthe played a role, but that's too perfect. This is velvety smooth jazz. It reminds me of David Park Barnitz's Danse Macabre---want decadence? Check that one out, free online
guess what?
Absinthe did not play a direct role but I am no stranger to that particular poison it has played a part in my style in general. Just lucky it's so bloody expensive or it may have killed me by now but we get the real thing here; I understand it is illegal in the US.
Thanks for the praise, I'll mosdef check out David Park Barnitz's "Danse Macabre", which, incidentally is the title of Steven King's non-fiction work on the horror genre.
And a great book
One of the most viscerally unpleasant things I've ever read was "Pet Sematary". And that 1979 movie with the Supernosferatu, "Salem's Lot". He sort of liked it, I guess.
Thank you so much, Cheryl.
I wonder if your considered the double entendre of 'a caress within". Maybe you did and that's why you found it drippy [smiles].
Listen I would be really grateful for any suggestions here, I'm stumped, even if they involve more lines. Many poets hesitate to make concrete suggestions but I have no problem with it. If there are enough concrete suggestions that significantly improve the poem I would offer a co-writing credit.
Hey Jess
Sorry about my absence, as usual. School is kicking my butt, as usual, but also probably more so than usual because I developed pneumonia and had no idea it wasn't a bad case of the flu for most of November!
Anyway, stopping in to let you know that the link back from Soundcloud to this page isn't working for me. May be something you want to check on if you're getting traffic to your Soundcloud.
Kels