An Evening at the Retirement Home for Superheroes
As the lightening emerged from his fingertip,
he forgot he was going blind
and in mere seconds,
had destroyedhis kitchenette.
Copyright (c) 2008 Gary Brown
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Words won't change the world. People change the world. And God, changes people. Sometimes... He uses our words to do it.
Before you read anything posted here...
Thank you for visiting. I hope something found here might somehow thoughtfully provoke or stimulate your own creative or spiritual journey. Unlike my other sites or online volumes of work, this space is not theme oriented but might best be thought of as "RoadWork"; poetry proclaimed from the shoulder of endless highways, spoken softly along mountain trails and preached in downtown alleys. Found here will be an ecclectic compilation of some newer, unclassified works, experimental pieces and unpublished poetry I have performed publicly (so that requesting listeners might find it).
Since poetry was originally meant to be heard, not read, I usually write for the ear, not the eye, even on the printed page. Most of my work seeks to convey complete stories or messages with multi-layered meanings in only a few sentences, perhaps 3-4. Its architecture is "intentional" by nature of the specific, methodical, measured attention paid to issues such as content, continuity and rhythm more than adherence to a sterile discipline.
Enough said. I hope you find this somewhat mysterious and cryptic method of storytelling rewarding or at least, entertaining. Your comments are always welcomed.
So... take your time. Poetry cannot be effectively consumed in mass quantities. Be patient. Read slow to comprehend more quickly. If a poem is good, the more you contemplate and play with it, the more meaning and interpretations it should methodically reveal.
And remember: Poetry is meant to be read aloud. Listen to it. Listen to yourself.
ARTWORK:
The amazingly intriguing background image is the work of Coralia Pastrana-Brown. It is entitled, "Babyface".
Since poetry was originally meant to be heard, not read, I usually write for the ear, not the eye, even on the printed page. Most of my work seeks to convey complete stories or messages with multi-layered meanings in only a few sentences, perhaps 3-4. Its architecture is "intentional" by nature of the specific, methodical, measured attention paid to issues such as content, continuity and rhythm more than adherence to a sterile discipline.
Enough said. I hope you find this somewhat mysterious and cryptic method of storytelling rewarding or at least, entertaining. Your comments are always welcomed.
So... take your time. Poetry cannot be effectively consumed in mass quantities. Be patient. Read slow to comprehend more quickly. If a poem is good, the more you contemplate and play with it, the more meaning and interpretations it should methodically reveal.
And remember: Poetry is meant to be read aloud. Listen to it. Listen to yourself.
ARTWORK:
The amazingly intriguing background image is the work of Coralia Pastrana-Brown. It is entitled, "Babyface".
Quotes...
“I understand commitment to be that the poet/artist is demanded to his depth to be burned with others when he sees them burning and not to stand on the other side of the bank absorbed in prayer.”
al-Bayyati
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"I like reality. It tastes like bread."
Jean Anouilh
al-Bayyati
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"I like reality. It tastes like bread."
Jean Anouilh
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