Political Convention Blues: I admit to feeling discouraged, blue... O.K... O.K... DEPRESSED! In my ride-around/walk-about today the images I found to bring back to my BLOG writing didn't make much sense, but I include them here anyway. I'll just post the images and you can make whatever sense you can of them.
Maybe we can pretend this is an assignment for a class in the art of developing poetry around ordinary things. The chain/lock image is easy. Let that guide the development of the first stanza. What is almost surely piss on a wall that has run down to a puddle, now dried on the pavement, behind a theater (call it a theatre if it seems more poetic) is harder, but altogether possible if you remember that the exercise started with thoughts about the implications of a political convention, any political convention for any party. Don't think for a minute that I have a particular political convention in mind. Good luck with the upside-down cross in the graffiti on the same wall with the piss. That's as much help as I'm going to offer.
1 comment:
thepissonthewall
is
no doubt a bra
ripped off and cast aside
like some politicians
would like to cast aside
other precious symbols
of womanhood
and so the little four year old
elbowed his father
one Sunday in church
and said
as he looked at the cross on the communion table
"do you know what a cross is
turned upside down?"
and without waiting for an answer
said, "it's a sword!"
The father contemplating
ugly crusades and inquisitions
and witch burnings
thought to himself
and perhaps said to his young son
and the rest of us
"yes, and the sword
turned upside down
is a cross
and that is the hope we have.
Taylor
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