Poetry / Deathbed (Analysis)


Tiny blood-nosed clowns cart wheel
through the air, like snowflakes
in orange jumpsuits;
some spin yo-yos, others just laugh
from split-pea vocal cords, all black-eyed.
Hundreds tumble through the air,
all around me, roll down my body,
under my shirt, under my skin.
They giggle and tickle
my lips as they nestle into my beard.
They plumb my chin, hook it up
to my ears. Mousey droppings dribble from my lobes,
rolling out of the canal like gum balls.
My flushed skin, hidden by my beard,
but still itchy and bumpy, oversized
shoes hit my cheeks and neck
like hammers, as the clowns bound
around. They make me wet
as they prank each other;
now and again a yelp
rises through the commotion and
a tiny pair of oversized shoes falls to the ground.
Some are clawing at my skin with dull
white gloves; pushing to get in, they hopelessly swipe
at me as I moan, yelling out
"I am the gums of your forefathers"
"I am the teeth in your hand"
"I am the devil in your dick"

And as my body is tossed around by the waves,
I tumble on my back to sandy land, my skin raked
by gritty water. The past calms,

I watch the clouds, my slow breaths
going up to join them.

They are like drifting whispers.
That one looks like God.

 

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Rhonda9080 avatar General Stranger

October 20, 2009

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Oh wow! This is amazing! I was truly impressed with this piece. Such amazing imagery: split-pea vocal cords, all black-eyed
The last line—I am still dwelling on. Very powerful! I honestly am not sure what its about. Maybe open somewhat to interpretation, but it paints a picture for me of a shipwreck victim, marooned on a desert island, and starting to lose their mind (or find it). Maybe near death as the death creatures like sand fleas and tiny crabs crawl on him to scavenge.
There is a spiritual aspect as well “devil in my dick”, One looks like God…
Death is what it reminds me of, and it is creepy and off-beat—and very original, which makes it phenomenal (in my humble opinion).
I have a feeling, if I read it tomorrow, I’ll get a different impression.
Great work! An all “10” work in my opinion, and I don’t give those lightly.

toxicpoet24 avatar General Stranger

October 20, 2009

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This is intriguing in that it is hard to unerstand. Such confusion does attract intrest be it good or bad. You have great flow and choice of captivating words but an explanation might be helpful as well if you’re really trying to make a statement with this piece.

Deadsage avatar General Stranger

October 20, 2009

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I have mixed feelings about this poem.  On one hand, your images are clear and memorable.  The hallucinations are right in front of my mind’s eye in perfect detail.  The use of language is smooth and easy to absorb.  This poem is as clear and effective as a death rattle.

On the other hand, clowns are terrifying.  Not only that, but the images themselves are absurd and an unwelcome cartoon before a ranting raving death.  The poem speaks directly to the fear of going out of this world incoherant and thrashing while being assaulted by your own mind and body simultaneously.  This left me with a sort of empty feeling, which isn’t a bad thing as I don’t think this poem was intended to give the reader a warm fuzzy feeling.

The passing mention of clouds and God didn’t have a claming effect on the first 2/3rd of the poem for me.

I think “The past calms” should end in a period not a comma.  It seems unrelated to the clouds.

I think “they are drifting whispers” shouldn’t be it’s own paragraph separate from the clouds it is describing.

This is a very good poem.

CiannaSkye avatar General Stranger

October 20, 2009

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I understand that the poem is depicting some sort of death scene, yet I wonder about the appropriateness of the clown symbolism. However, my opinion could be biased due to my coulrophobia (fear of clowns). I also think that the clown symbolism is more drawn out than it should be. I guess in the end, my criticism lies in the fact that the clown symbolism is not related to the clouds in the end, which are, in my opinion, a more appropriate symbol of death.

KidTruth avatar General Stranger

October 19, 2009

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Interesting piece to be sure.  I love some abstraction.  I am not precisely sure why miniature clowns are assaulting to you, but I’m pretty sure you don’t like it.  

“They plumb my chin, hook it up
to my ears. Mousey droppings dribble from my lobes,
rolling out of the canal like gum balls.”   – I am having trouble picturing this.  ”Plumbing” something brings up a lot of possibilities and I’m not sure yours evokes the right picture immediately enough.  

The clowns feel like they could be many things.  What do the orange jumpsuits imply?  From the end of the poem I was thinking perhaps something nautical, but I’m probably wrong.  Either way it is some interesting visuals to put through my brain.  

The last two lines – not really feeling it.  To say that something ‘looks like God’ is the most cliche line in this poem and it’s not a strong note to end on.  ’Drifting whispers’ is another one of those phrases that sounds cool but signifies nothing.  Whispers move at the speed of sound, which is pretty fast. You could mean that they are like rumors, which might drift from person to person, but that doesn’t really fit when applied to clouds.  Be careful about using things that sound cool but mean nothing; that only flies in rock songs, not serious publishable poetry.  

Jimmel104 avatar General Stranger

October 18, 2009

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I am not at all sure how you have managed to pull this off. My initial impression from the title and first 7 lines was “what in the world is this about”. Somehow within the distance of the next 8 lines I was feeling those frickin clowns sucking the life out of me right along side you. Clowns became grotesque gargoyles and I saw the death hand as it arrived.

Next to last line is a bit weak positioned as it is before your final line.

Don’t know if you meant this to be a Lilliputian take off, but it certainly is.

Well done.

Luna65 avatar General Stranger

October 18, 2009

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How I interpret this piece is, of course, my own perception based on my own experience.  In January, I lost my 21 year old nephew in a tragic car accident where he was thrown from the vehicle.  Had he survived, I feel fairly certain this is the sort of experience he would have relayed to me, in these graphic details.  For me, this elicits a “near death” experience where the narrator is giving a play by play of his perception of what transpired during the experience.  From the tragedy of being rolled over in the vehicle, thrown from the window and laying lifeless on the cold, wet ground, hearing emergency vehicles and personnel working on getting the life back into the body.  This is a moving piece to me.  It feels “young” and life filled, yet somehow tragic, the last two lines left me speechless.  Perfect.  Thanks for sharing.

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October 18, 2009

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At first, I thought you were describing having a bad trip, but then, towards then end, it seemed to have a more existential meaning to it. Perhaps, something to do with crossing over between this life and the next. I’m not sure exactly. That being said, this is a tremendous poem. I really loved the words you used, almost Ginsburg-esque but clearly your own.

l13dj13 avatar General Stranger

October 18, 2009

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its really good, well written and deep.

im guessing at a sea voiage gone wrong? im not sure i get the lil clowns, what they are? but at first it feels like their doing good, and then they start punishing.  like the hero is enjoying the rain on his face and then all of asudden it turns into a storn and its not enjoyable anymore.

but then maybe im seeing it to literal,

but its really good.

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October 18, 2009

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I love the imagrey of the clowns and the circus, but I don’t feel yhe connection to the ocean is strong enough. I’m left guessing a little. The flow of the piece is beautiful.

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