Poem number 27.
Today, I woke up tired, cycled 30 kms and ran a 10 km race. So, now feeling more tired, the idea of doing a new poem is pretty daunting. I looked at the NaPoWriMo site, and they suggested an ‘erasure poem’. This involves taking someone else’s poem, preferably a long and famous one, erasing words from it, and thereby creating a new poem.
I sort of did this. I took part 1 of Alan Ginsberg’s “Howl”, extracted lines from it, changed the tense to make it read consistently, then replaced words in each line with a word having an opposite meaning, as far as possible e.g. replace dark with light, replace barefoot with boots etc. Then I shuffled all the lines except my first and last lines, and this is what came out. Definitely experimental, and quite possibly crap.
The best minds are destroyed by sanity
listen to gospel through the wall
investigate clean-shaven and suited with big warmongering eyes
forget whatever has been said
get headhunted by shrewd businessmen
crawl the corridors and creep into beds
plunge themselves under vegetable racks looking for grapes
dance with boots on broken wineglasses
sit up soaking in the supernatural darkness
walk all day with shoes full of blood
vibrate in the roaring summer winds
freezing for a new hellish disconnection
reappear in nowhere Zen
hide the motionless world of time
agree unreservedly with the echoes of the soul
fall into basements hung- over
drag themselves through the light
grasp total recall for seven days and nights
baring their backsides to Heaven
are lauded by academia for publishing impenetrable odes
consume whispered facts and fragments
wander around and around at dawn in the rail yard
comport themselves on endless subway rides
rise up in vast glorious stories
preserve their own brains for a thousand years.
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