Ok, I think I'm going insane

[Liar]

Hand me the straightjacket, someone.



Epiphany

        I read about poetry
words about thoughts on words

        and wrote a poem about it
words about thoughts on words about thoughts on words

        when I realised the feedback loop futility
thoughts on words about thoughts on words about thoughts on words

        and wrote another poem, about that

words about
          thoughts
                on words about
  thoughts
                  on
words        about
    thoughts
                    on words

 

[Angeline]

Metacognition
is the act of thinking about thinking
thoughts that spiral like shells whorl,
or multiply like a mirror in a mirror.

The more you think, try to understand
what you are thinking, and however *that*
idea was related to your original thought,
the more you have new thoughts, stepping
your understanding that much farther
from whatever it was you were thinking
about in the first place.

All this jumping-bean thinking
gets chaotic, confusing, so you should
not tell in poems. You should show,
which may be easier to do if you are not
a writer.

Anyway showing is more fun, c'est vrai?

Bite a strawberry. Let its sweet tart run
cold over your lips. Lay on your back
and paint the clouds into stories. Listen
to the whisper of your own words in your ear.
Slide skin on skin.

Would you rather read about it?

I write a poem anyway,
and the words explain just how
my particular poem can press
its fingers on your senses,
scratch or slowly rub.

Feel that?

 

[Liar]

boxinaboxinabox
and what's beyond infinity
inside quantum physic
building blocks
and cuckoo clocks

to pick apart
the painstaikngly painted
Russian doll rice corn
only to discover
a universe
in the centre
of a sunflower

philosophy squared
divided by zero
impossibility impaired
play God as anti-hero

bring it on baby
extistensial antics
but spare, oh spare me
semantics on semantics

 

[perks]

syntax, context
po -etic contacts
thinking this
wording that
writing this typing that
pronoun plausability
definition enmity
jot for this
tittle that
semicolon for a hat
baby write me one more poem
spread my thighs and drive it home

 

[darkmaas]

boxinaboxinabox
boxinaboxinabox

infinity will drive you mad
just ask Cantor
with his dust

there is a way around
the reality of the physical
and the physics of reality
whether we invoke
four dimensions or eleven
how many angels on a pin?

metacognition
just another vortex
like the drain that leaves my tub
does it turn the other way
at the antipodes?

syntax leaves me cold
just another trick
verbal accountancy

but if i send a metaphor
a fiction born
of patterns swirling
behind my eyes
and this fiction
mixes with the patterns
swirling behind some other eyes
other eyes
that mine have never seen
perhaps another fiction
another simulacron is born

this is not physics
nor is it really magic

just poetry

 

[Angeline]

how many angels on a pin?

one.

 

[Guest]

http://users.libero.it/claudioronco/esher.jpg

 

[normal jean]

Dear Liar,
admission is the first step to being able to enjoy your insanity. and remember, insane is JUST a state of mind, its all good, it brings us together...is this a poem thread? i feel weirder than usual..

 

[Tathagata]

http://users.libero.it/claudioronco/esher.jpg

LOL
I was just going to mention Escher
great minds and all...........

 

[champagne1982]

Re: boxinaboxinaboxboxinaboxinabox

infinity will drive you mad
just ask Cantor
with his dust

<snip>

but if i send a metaphor
a fiction born
of patterns swirling
behind my eyes
and this fiction
mixes with the patterns
swirling behind some other eyes
other eyes
that mine have never seen
perhaps another fiction
another simulacron is born

this is not physics
nor is it really magic

just poetry

Physicality or is it Poetrickery?

Slow fractals
Swirling in my eyes.
I watch a paisley
Blossom and devide.
Kaleidescopic swirling,
Paradoxic twirling,
I know it's always turning,
In time.

 

[Liar]

I couldn't resist...

With apologies to Escher

 

[Guest]

Re: I couldn't resist...

With apologies to Escher

Laffin'

 

[perks]

Re: I couldn't resist...

With apologies to Escher

seriously, you should have replaced the writing utensil with a cock. Then you would really need to apologise.

 

[Guest]

Violent messages of
threats and death
in radio waves.
Each song's a code
he knows but
can not break it,
try as he may the
scribbled effort every where.
Cloistered in his wrecked room
sleeping when they let him
afraid to leave
knowing they are out there
waiting.
Chewed nails bleed fear
the room smells of it
rank and bitter
hollow eyes stare blankly
at the door handle
as he watches it turning
slowly.