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The Year of No Sleep
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The Year of No Sleep In the year of no sleep, I planted myself as A seed does. Waiting. A seed is like a bone, After the flesh drops off. A seed is a book, a story That can be told backwards or forwards. A seed is a borrowing animal it travels downwards – A seed is an infestation – a parasite. And, at last, A seed is the embryo of a tree, or a cabbage, or a dandelion. Meanwhile, soil wraps this unknown present… That which shall be the tree – the cabbage – the dandelion... Meanwhile Soil is waiting and yet soil is the past. Dead things gone to decay, Soil is the flesh that fell off that bone. Like the last day of blood, soil is Thick expectation clinging. Soil is placenta. Each night in the year of no sleep, I would exhaust myself through Symbols… Until the symbols became words, I would then bury myself in language, Until the words sang symphonies, Until I lost all the memories – until – At last, I would fall, hard-shelled and soft-souled, a raw seed…surrounded By the melodies of dirt The songs of granite nodules, clinging to The belly of a worm as it tunnels And I’d drop into this thick wet pelt Of my cold-earth mother And, in forgotten, numbed dreams, I would rest Waiting for that next year, The inevitable time I would be exhumed, Split open to shoot upwards, Consumed by myself, transformed, At last I would rise, I would sprout, Dreaming my way into The year of sleep. Image: "Astarte," a painting by John Coulhart based upon a hypno-therapy session and his resulting dreams.       |
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You ARE a great critic and a great friend. I've always welcomed and always will welcome your thoughts and imput. Someone else said me very recently that my writing seemed to always link erotic with nature in a very organic/profound way. I really appreciated her observation, and I do find it to be the case. Of course, this is not what I'd call an erotic poem - but I'd go so far as to say all my writing of whatever sort, will draw upon themes and imagery of nature. How are things going with your garden, speaking of nature? MT
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Wow! i love it! wonderful piece of writing!  un abrazo, Marcia. MT
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I used to say, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." I don't feel that way anymore. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Very nice. MT
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yes your writing......,art and spirit are all beutifull.....including your image that has been with me for a year now since i was on this site. i can only hope from one artist to another that you may visit my blog and create some contact with me.... i' not sure if i'm still half arsed looking to buy milk...  ?lolbut i really admire your artfull spirit and colour ,and would love to talk art with you.... thanks for your time i will be hoping for any feedback from you about my new improved blog with design/art/poetry by me.... bye for now.... Thanks for the visit here! Have a great weekend! MT
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Thanks! Do you mind if I ask a few questions? First, what resonated with you? Which lines did you feel drawn towards? Second, what brought you to my blog? (You are welcome, and please come back, just curious!) MT
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MT, wow, what a poem. it is the real deal professional poetry. i'm a writer i notice these things. i've been sleeping 2-3 hrs a night for weeks and it's not getting better. maybe every 3rd or 4th night the exhaustion will force me down for a full 8hrs. but i've never dealt with this level of insomnia before. was yours that bad? CD What do you write? MT
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This reminds me of something I was trying to explain to my advisor about "signs," which according to Ferdinand de Saussure, consist of two parts -- a signifier (the symbol) and a signified (the object it stands for). He was confused when I said that a signified in one sign can become a signifier in another in an endless sign chain. So for example, a red light in the context of a street signals "stop" signals "other cars might be coming" signals "potential danger" and so on... MT
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I've had days like this. And lifetimes. Yeah, what I just typed has no meaning, but it sounds like it fits the emotions I felt when I read this. MT
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There's no way that I could ever capture the essence of you or feel totally what you put into your writing, but I love it none the less, thank you.  MT
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Very nice.
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MT, wow, what a poem. it is the real deal professional poetry. i'm a writer i notice these things. i've been sleeping 2-3 hrs a night for weeks and it's not getting better. maybe every 3rd or 4th night the exhaustion will force me down for a full 8hrs. but i've never dealt with this level of insomnia before. was yours that bad? CD Not healthy. MT
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4/14/2011 5:37 pm |
This past year was the year of sleep. I'd prefer a year of sleep then wakefulness, a year when I lived a healthy balanced life. That's what I am hoping this year will turn out to be (a normal kind of year.) Two years ago, when I ended a long relationship, was definitely the year of no sleep. Sleeping empties the brain of memory baggage - it helps you start each day feeling hopeful, fresh, and energized. The year before last year - "The Year of No Sleep," I spent the entire year in a kind of emotional coma, and the only place I was 'awake,' was on Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating writing. Hence the stanzas about words, symbols, and so forth. Then this past year, I felt I was 'sleeping' ...like how a cocoon might be considered asleep. Reinventing and reconsidering myself, my needs, my sexuality, and who I am in terms of a relationship. So yes, I suppose you could say these are parts of cycles...but I'd like to move forward out of 'change' to stability. MT wow, what a poem. it is the real deal professional poetry. i'm a writer i notice these things. i've been sleeping 2-3 hrs a night for weeks and it's not getting better. maybe every 3rd or 4th night the exhaustion will force me down for a full 8hrs. but i've never dealt with this level of insomnia before. was yours that bad? CD "I have a 10,000-year-old brain and the boogers of a 7-year-old." - Charlie Sheen    
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Wow! i love it! wonderful piece of writing! un abrazo, Marcia.
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This past year was the year of sleep. I'd prefer a year of sleep then wakefulness, a year when I lived a healthy balanced life. That's what I am hoping this year will turn out to be (a normal kind of year.) Two years ago, when I ended a long relationship, was definitely the year of no sleep. Sleeping empties the brain of memory baggage - it helps you start each day feeling hopeful, fresh, and energized. The year before last year - "The Year of No Sleep," I spent the entire year in a kind of emotional coma, and the only place I was 'awake,' was on Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating writing. Hence the stanzas about words, symbols, and so forth. Then this past year, I felt I was 'sleeping' ...like how a cocoon might be considered asleep. Reinventing and reconsidering myself, my needs, my sexuality, and who I am in terms of a relationship. So yes, I suppose you could say these are parts of cycles...but I'd like to move forward out of 'change' to stability. MT
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This reminds me of something I was trying to explain to my advisor about "signs," which according to Ferdinand de Saussure, consist of two parts -- a signifier (the symbol) and a signified (the object it stands for). He was confused when I said that a signified in one sign can become a signifier in another in an endless sign chain. So for example, a red light in the context of a street signals "stop" signals "other cars might be coming" signals "potential danger" and so on...
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yes your writing......,art and spirit are all beutifull.....including your image that has been with me for a year now since i was on this site. i can only hope from one artist to another that you may visit my blog and create some contact with me.... i' not sure if i'm still half arsed looking to buy milk... ?lolbut i really admire your artfull spirit and colour ,and would love to talk art with you.... thanks for your time i will be hoping for any feedback from you about my new improved blog with design/art/poetry by me.... bye for now.... "Eight past midnight.....63 miles to venus." myblog ........  ......
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4/13/2011 8:15 pm |
There's no way that I could ever capture the essence of you or feel totally what you put into your writing, but I love it none the less, thank you.
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