I hear the gold in your heart
It’s beating like a tin
It is thick with the taste of happiness
And it is wet with the fluid of youth and the lack of sin
Cherished by the cherry tree
By the birds and solidarity
Your voice is shrill like a mouse
Your voice is home, like a house
And I am warmed by your eyes as they burn into mine
I can smell your dreams
They flow like wine
Into a well of hope and future
Mending my wounds as the suture
And I am destined to stay with you
Because you are special too
We live in this daydream
Walking on the mist of clouded sleepwalk
How much I can hear you talk
Of all the mysterious things
Our existence is strange to the people
The earth ball round
They can’t hear the sounds we do
They are deaf and have no clue
We are different
You and I
This is why we walk on the sky
And we together we’ll be
For eternity
Alone
I have always loved the abstract in poetry, film and sometimes art. I have also always love innovations in absurdism and surrealism in all art forms – though I have to admit I treat them all with guilty pleasure, as these things are rarely understood by the world and are often shunned as being too weird.
I often want to write whole stories and songs like this, but it’s so very niche really and I don’t like how some people will try to dissect the art and prose to try to make sense of it, or me – or worse, to presume that I have some kind of deep mental problem or something along the lines of substance abuse, simply because I can put my mind into far-out places!
A school teacher of mine in the last school I ever went to, called Mr Kingham saw how much of an abstract, absurdist thinker I was and tried to get me to take art seriously in school – but I never did. Because it was not an encouraged thing at home; he was so proud of a statue I made in abstract of a guitar, that he insisted that he had to take it home and keep it forever for himself as it was too brilliant to just throw away at the end of the school year!
My parents never understood the excitement in him, nor why he would insist that out of all my achievements art supreme in me. I never understood it either, I don’t reckon much of my art – my paintings and drawings that is, and even my abstract poetry.
I think it is nice to play with them – but is it really contributing to anything?
I have an over-analytical mind at times – yes I am playful, yes I can do this and the above I enjoyed doing a lot! But I can’t help but think that other people will find it all a stupid waste of time?
There has been hundreds of poems similar to the above, I have deleted since having my blog after deciding that I might be too embarrassed to share them after all. Hundreds might be an understatement.
There are times where I stop writing my novels, because my thought has become too abstract, that I have to put it away and rethink them for normal brains.
Such as I am having a serious rethink about my description in project AD!
The description in project AD is based entirely on what a wild animal would perceive of things when it has been bought into the human world – how would a wild hare view newspapers strewn over a floor? To me that is a simple idea, obviously they are the weirdest shaped leaves I ever did see with speckles of black all over them and white and snow!
The strange shaped logs that the two legged creatures sat upon groaned like some tortured squashed animal. I mean, could you really read a novel like that?
As much as I love to write it, I worry about how it’s going to be received!
Yes I often hold back in this kind of description for a lot of my work, but it soon gets boring when I do.
Sometimes I think outside of the box so much I find it hard to get back into the box!
I love wild and out there ideas, hence my obsession with stories such as Alice in Wonderland and through the looking glass, Wizard of Oz fourteen books, the arc of the scythe series, His dark materials and such the likes.
As a child my imagination often ran away with me, I didn’t need to see scary things when the light was off, I saw them when the light was on!
A mere pile of clothes on a chair could take on some weird shape of an abstract multi-coloured witch and the pigeon on the window ledge cooing sounded like some awful mischievous chuckle. I often found myself over the years fantasising about making mini art movies based on those kinds of imaginings, but I don’t have the wherewithal to know what I am doing!
Last year when I made a post called “The spider’s suicide note” https://tardycreative.com/2022/07/30/a-spiders-suicide-note-or/ I actually wanted to rush off and make a mini movie about it and really make a thing about it with noir 1930s detective kind of slant to it – but I don’t know how to do these things and I don’t have anyone to help!
But it can be bizarre and spontaneous and it can be hard to hold off for a while waiting for things to be done, because by that time the inspiration would have left me!
I wanted to join Skillshare to learn the technology for all of that, but I can’t afford an annual subscription taken out in one lump sum like they are requesting nowadays!
I am really upset about that actually, because I was going to get ready to learn these things for YouTube and TikTok – but it’s going to have to wait until I save up for it.
The above poem is heavily inspired by Bjork and Aurora, I love those women!
Let me know of what you think of all the above… do you get abstract ideas like these or are they beyond you?
Thanks for reading!
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