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Posted by Atticus on November 30, 2005, at 13:12:22
At dawn I hear
Crow banshees call,
Their wailing cries,
They rise and fall,
Graffiti weeps
On cracked brick walls,
Well-dressed sheep creep
Through subway stalls,
A slaughterhouse
Awaits them all,
Sleek abattoirs
Stand cruel and tall,
Gray cubicles, fluorescent pall,
The doomed just curl
Into a ball,
And the crows know
They feel so small,
A blackbird’s dirge
For souls left mauled.
Posted by sal0805 on December 1, 2005, at 11:32:10
In reply to I Hear Crow Banshees Call, posted by Atticus on November 30, 2005, at 13:12:22
Oh dear - this gave me chills.
Sabrina
Posted by Atticus on December 1, 2005, at 15:21:30
In reply to Re: I Hear Crow Banshees Call » Atticus, posted by sal0805 on December 1, 2005, at 11:32:10
I'm afraid this is what commuting to work in Manhattan on a grey morning on the cusp of winter evokes in me. Seems like this mood sets in every year about this time. I start to ask why I'm spending most of the waking hours of my life sitting at a computer in an office. I think, "There simply HAS to be a better way to go through life." Then I think about the rent and other bills, and swallow the bitter emotional pill down. But at the moment, I'm wondering more than ever if there's a workable alternative to this endless treadmill. Sometimes I think depression leads me to step back and think about things more than it's healthy to. Ah well, so it goes. Atticus
Posted by sal0805 on December 1, 2005, at 18:09:00
In reply to Re: I Hear Crow Banshees Call » sal0805, posted by Atticus on December 1, 2005, at 15:21:30
I have some more to say, but I need a bit more time. (I am reading this at 2am).
Till then, Sabrina
Posted by sal0805 on December 3, 2005, at 13:06:38
In reply to Re: I Hear Crow Banshees Call » sal0805, posted by Atticus on December 1, 2005, at 15:21:30
Hi Atticus
As I always do, when you explain the 'behind the scenes' element of your poem, I go back and read it again.
I *still* got chills, even though I now understand what prompted you to write this.
Your comments on having to work and the point of it all, and then the endless treadmill .... I felt as if I was reading about my own life. Despite that our lives and 'depression' are different, I just *suddenly* understood.
I don't know if I have made any sense.
Sabrina
Posted by Atticus on December 3, 2005, at 19:24:55
In reply to Re: I Hear Crow Banshees Call » Atticus, posted by sal0805 on December 3, 2005, at 13:06:38
You made perfect sense, luv. Atticus
Posted by cockeyed on December 6, 2005, at 20:00:13
In reply to I Hear Crow Banshees Call, posted by Atticus on November 30, 2005, at 13:12:22
Atticus, I've been off some place else lately. Are you Irish? I am and am damned for it. I like that "I am and am damned"
Anyway, you need my patented "crow cannon"
This is a humane way to rid one's life of the in-
fernal "smock, smock" and the answering chorus at sunrise. My wife is French and a certified
tree hugger. So I live in a patch which might resemble darkly forrested Gaul.[no boars yet but the squirrels are tryna get in the front door]
But to the point. I can no longer play tennis but have myriad balls and racquets. Love to run out in robe and Ftl's at dawn and fire some shots into the tree tops. Crows are wily and they know when to take off. A coupla tennis
balls into their eyrie and they are off. Used to
be that a vigourous hand clap would spook 'em but now they only understand brute force. A tennis racquet and a coupla old, dead balls into the tree top and off they go.
By the way, I'm writing an epic poem about the slaughter of the Monks. The parrots who are so damn smart that they build condos around the
transformers on our telephone poles. Nice and cozy in winter. Monk parrots. I think they may be Irish. regards, cockeyed.
Posted by cockeyed on December 6, 2005, at 20:10:59
In reply to I Hear Crow Banshees Call, posted by Atticus on November 30, 2005, at 13:12:22
Atticus, an addendum to my very practical but totally misinformed advice. Shoulda read the thread. A good anodyne for depression is hitting the art cinema and suffering thru Bergman's "Winter Light" But then there's Polanski's opus with Catherine DeNeuve and a straight razor and a rabbit in her purse. Of course, one might try, John Frankenheimer's "Seconds" Rock Hudson's greatest
performance. Or for that matter anything on the
Disney Channel. Again, regards Cockeyed.
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