accents accident accurate addiction airports allusion alphabetizing anti-depressants art autechre Avis BEATS Benjamin binaries biological birds blood bodies boundaries bowflex bowie brainfeeder Brazil breaking addiction bricolage bye Canadians cats celebrity look-alike christianity. metaphysics cigarettes classical music clement greenberg cliche coincidence coldplay collage collective color creeps curating cycles dada daft punk daughters death depression Derrida descartes detroit dictionary discuss feelings disguise drama dreams eating el mundo elephants envelopes erotic ethics everything. explanation fashion fathers fear filters flesh flowers flying lotus food Francis Bacon freak friends fuck games Gertrude Stein ghosts girl cops girl talk goat God graduate school grammar guilt haiku Hegel history homage horror humor hymn hypocrisy ice icons indie rock indie rock is dead internet irony it jay-z jealousy John Manning kitsch kraftwerk language lcd soundsystem letters like lists literally writing love mac man ray Manchester meaning memory men metal milk monks moral schizophrenia names nashville nietzsche noise non-poems nonsense numbers objects of montreal painting Panamanians panties paradox patience personality disorder philosophy piano pills platonic forms poetry lessons prefix professional psychological trauma symptomatic of a broken space-time continuum punk puppy puzzles quotation recognition regret reincarnation remix repetition review riffz RJD2 Russians sacrifice sad sampling sex sisters sketch skull smoking solitude sounds space spelling splitting steel guitar stoicism stoned suicide syllables tag technology THE 80s the creative process the distressed The Field theology thesis time trembling twin ugly update voice voyeurism wolves women worms year of the rabbit

Sunday, October 11, 2009

prayer for forgiveness. (5&2)

oh god i replaced
the clean
to be more like you
and god
i displaced loose things
for love.
common people do
not stop
speaking, oh god i
ask why you seized my
and substituted
revised commitment
won’t soothe
growing fires i see
as just
static. ecstatic
to be
alive but greeting
some death.

when i turned five years
old, two
demons in the form
of sage
whispered eternal
since then all i’ve done
is lie.

together that’s a seven.

5 footnotes:

Amy said...

Alyssa said once, "You and Kelley write so much about it without every saying what It is."

Feeling disconnected from you.

Kelley said...

apologies - I've been a little too consumed by my own reality this week. Introversion phase-out starts tomorrow.

As for the poem, I wrote it after reading some from "The Gay Science" and watching "El ángel exterminador." The former: world in flux, errors, God is dead, eternal recurrence / The latter: empty symbolism, will, inside&outside.

Alternating lines of 5 and 2 syllables; this construction is meaningless, I just wanted some numbers that added up to seven and were far apart enough on the number line to invoke a certain contrast but avoid the challenge of one-syllabled words.

"Together that's a seven" breaks the pattern with 7 syllables.

"Sevens multiply" is a reference to Matt 18:22.

The 3 syllables of "multiply" to correspond to the three sevens in Matt 18:22; alternatively 777 is the number of Yahweh.

Matt 18:22 (KJV):
"Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven."

I'll write something cute next time, something sans the black-veiled literary allusions.

miss you girl.

AV said...

1) Shallow comment first: I like youre new blog design. Probably because it reminds me of your elephant tattoo.

2) Since I'm not a poet laureate, my compliments don't mean much. However, after reading your explanation, I now know that you're a supremely talented poet. It's almost scary to read something with so many layers, because what lies at the center might not be an optimistic treasure. But nonetheless, the reader still reads because of the poet's compelling thought processes writ large.

In short, I like your stuff. You and Amy should probably start your own writers' colony.

AV said...

And do you like how I said "youre" instead of "your"? You have a real smart friend back in Wheaton.

Kelley said...

To synthesize your points:

Tattoos, like poems, generate the most meaning after they're done. I am puzzled by people who won't get a tattoo on the basis of "I want it to have a special meaning;" similarly, I mistrust the writer who launches into creative discourse with a "meaningful" objective. Shit gets meaning injected into it all the time.

So, the rendering of my blog's design to match the aesthetic of my tattoo reflects my views about writing. See, I just made that up now. Meaning everywhere. You muse.