Lonely Night

Lonely Night
“My solitary watch I keep,”
Bill Monroe sings high lonesome.
“So fare-thee-well I’d rather make
My home upon some icy lake
Where the southern sun refused to shine
Than to trust a love so false as thine.”
**
a pile of yellow
toenail clippings
thought I threw
those things
out
with the nonchalance
of god
**
Yet, why be so theatrical
in your desolation.
In this way
the floor
speaks to me.
I think it means
.
and I think it is
the floor
**
            Castaneda asks, What is going to happen now, don Juan?
            Nothing. You won your soul back. It was a good battle.
            You learned many things last night.
**
(So perhaps that’s where it stands.)
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Anna Chamberlain has us going to the edge of meaning and sanity for tonight’s dVerse prompt. Well, anyway, that’s how it seemed to me, as we discovered a variety of experimental poetry techniques. Take the time to read the article—Anna did a great service in providing all the information, and there’s really no good way to summarize it here.

I tried to write spontaneously, piecing together many disparate, jarring sources and images in service of a single theme; however, I think there may be more flow, or at least more noticeable meaning, than one would expect to find in experimental poetry. I couldn’t help it. Hopefully there is enough here to make it fit the prompt. (The quotations are from Bill Monroe’s song “Midnight on the Stormy Deep” and Carlos Castaneda’s book The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge.)

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22 thoughts on “Lonely Night

  1. ha. the toenails….and linking that to the nonchalance of god…nice…so theatrical in your desolation…some really strong elements in this nico…the last couple lines, earning your soul back…the author and his book…interesting patchwork in this…

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  2. Kind of a summary of a Shakespeare play, yes? Playthings to the Gods and all. Just joking. But there is a story here and I like it a lot–even the lone period sitting there.

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  3. Thanks HA–the last few weeks I've been exploring the way an agitated mind works (some from detached observation, some from personal experiences, unfortunately). It has led to some unusual poetry, from me anyway.

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  4. Thanks Susan–this has been my “Year of Shakespeare”–I've been working my way through the plays and sonnets all year long. I think it has had a subconscious effect on my own work.

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  5. Thanks Loredana–that line came from my first attempt at this experimental prompt. I scraped everything but this line, which seemed to fit what a floor would say!

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  6. There are some powerful lines in this, the flow like stream of consciousness, yet more directed. I don't think we can divorce ourselves from sense and meaning, it is the natural tendency of our minds. However, it can be good to stretch those boundaries a bit and hopefully let in some air. Thanks so much for joining us!

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