Two handshakes.

April 1, 2009 at 6:15 pm | Posted in contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 10 Comments
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The slower you go crazy
the better I think
on a long slow not so maudlin afternoon.

I’ld like to light another lyrebird
but there is miles between
movement and momentum.


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  1. Hello Paul..

    Missed your writting.. It’s been long so I dropped by to enjoy some of your masterpieces.

    Loved this, very cleverly written, as usual.
    well done.
    Thankyou. Hello again. It has been a while. I will pop over and see what you are up to. Is it another classic dark modernist tale, perfectly crafted?

  2. miles between movement and momentum…mmmmm…
    L’s become M’s in that one, Mrs Ott. You have been gone a while too and it is wonderful to see you back.

  3. Oh, now this one, shall I say utterly blew-me-away-types? Just the simplicity and the depth – lovely. In a neurotic society, however, I feel craziness is a compliment. I just had a maudlin moment myself a couple of days back – and those moments almost never happen to me – but sometimes somethings happen and in their occurrence, even if we may call them “bad” at that time – we say their beauty soon! 🙂
    Sumedh, my friend. It’s like old times round here today, very pleasant. If this world is sane then I am proud to be crazy haha. Glad to hear you have passed through the maudlin. Your portrait series is superb.

  4. but the lapping between is sublime.

  5. crazy is a journey not a destination 🙂 … Paul I think of your writing as one of the most beautiful consequences of truth
    Well that could be dangerous, Ms Mist. But over the years I have learned to take all compliments at face value. Thankyou.

  6. There is a Czech proverb that describes their easy indolence by a metaphor: ‘they are gazing at God’s windows.’ A person gazing at God’s windows is not bored; he is happy. In our world, indolence has turned into having nothing to do, which is a completely different thing: a person with nothing to do is frustrated, bored, is constantly searching for an activity he lacks.
    I am a big fan of indolence, Mariana. I have spent many hours sitting under trees slapping at mosquitoes. But not as many as I would have liked.

  7. So much room to move in this poem Paul. The miles between… superb.
    Thanks, Graham. You should go dashboard, profile, scroll down to my website, whatever, I mean put a link under your name. It makes everything easier. I like to talk to people who talk to me. It’s a bit wierd if you keep commenting someone and they never comment back. I feel like I’m intruding when that happens. Never mind, I’m sure you are tired of my advice by now. Your “Night” poem requires Mingus.

  8. Oh, yes, this is so very true. I’m a bit behind on the blog circuit these days and would have missed this so thanks for pointing me in the right direction, twice, which is what you have to do with people slowly going crazy, and yes, slowly at least avoids that most unpleasant side effect of motion sickness entirely while amplifying the momentum while hugging the lyre bird for security. And, it’s true, you have to be very patient, especially when going crazy slowly, to reach any momentum, especially when you’ve been going crazy quickly and you are working on slowing it down.
    How perfectly Ms Squirrel. You are simply fabulous.

  9. The words you’ve chosen sound lovely, especially ‘light another lyrebird’. Nice use of alliteration 🙂

  10. Ah, someone said, there are two ways to live life, as if nothing were dangerous, or as if everything were, or was it 😦 …

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