Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Vision

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“Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. ” 
― Isaac Bashevis Singer

 "Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. 
Boldness has genius, and magic and power in it." -- Goethe

"If you want to build a ship, don't herd people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea." -- Antoine de Saint-Exupery


Midweek Motif ~ Vision

Happy New Year!
It's good to see you back here 
at the beginning of 2017.  

Your Challenge: Share a vision of the future in a new poem.

Visions · Stevie Wonder · Dan Barbiero · Austin Godsey

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In a morning coat, 
hands locked behind your back, 
you walk gravely along the lines in your head. 
These others stand with you, 
squinting the city into place, 
yet cannot see what you see, 
what you would see 
—a vision of these paths, 
laid out like a star, 
or like a body, 
the seed vibrating within itself, 
breaking into the open, 
dancing up to stop at the end of the universe. 
I say your vision goes as far as this, 
the egg of the world, 
where everything remains, and moves, 
holding what is most against it against itself, 
moving, as though it knew its end, against death. 
. . . . 
(Read the rest HERE at the Poetry Foundation.)
Excerpt from Howl

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For Carl Solomon
. . . . 


What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
. . . . 
(Read the rest HERE at the Poetry Foundation.)

Excerpt from Report to Crazy Horse

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  1. Thank you for starting up our midweek words!

    1. You are so very welcome! I wrote my vision poem last week, so feel compelled to write a new one. Thought about it most of the night, but I'm still faltering through it. Does it seem like a new year to you? Have a happy next 365 days ....

    2. More another one than a new one - we hope it will get brighter.. have a happy 360 days ahead :)

  2. Had fun writing this morning; the muse is back! Now off to work. Have a great day everyone. :-)

  3. Sooooo love this Motif for today...Thank you Susan :)

  4. Hi kids, I will post later today, once I am back home. I am hampered by tablet use, the limitations being mine. Great topic, Susan. Thanks for hosting.

    1. I see you are home. Snug and warm, I hope.

  5. Wooo hooo ❤️ I so enjoyed writing for this one, Susan. It feels so good to be back after the holidays!!

    1. I am also feeling the joy of writing, posting, visiting. Its good to see you, Sanaa.

  6. I loved this motif. Enjoyed writing on it. Thank you Susan :)

  7. Hi kids, I am home and at my desk, with a lot of catching up to do! Smiles.

  8. Hello! Glad I made it today...I went very artsy fartsy with mine this week. It's good to be back posting and linking with you all!

    I will be around to catch up on reading this week.


  9. Ha ha, I'm perhaps a bit artsy fartsy too (as Bekkie puts it). This prompt feeds right into my current preoccupations. As those have been addressed elsewhere, I have bent the rules for the prompt; I trust acceptably. It's a long post, but I hope you read my back story as well as the poem – and listen to the original vision too.

    1. Always homework, really, ex-teachers are the best! I'm glad you wrote to this prompt.

  10. Wow!! What a nice nice piece of music.
    Happy New Year to all here

    Will link mine tomorrow

    Much love...


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