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owl went 360 and croaked
Posted: 20 July 2004
Word Count: 115
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I woke up this evening
don't put your faith in people
they will rip you up
they will put a noose round your neck
when you're sleeping
I woke up this evening
hungover
and remember
you will never have a clear head
you will never reach nirvana
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but a whimper
and T.S. is dead dead
mind your crazy thoughts
there may be crazed dishwasherheads reading
this is no Joy Division, child,
no no NO!
superstitions
made science
you
made nothing
I woke up lying to myself
my life is a big lie
and so is yours -
smile - so is yours - smile
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 Nell at 16:14 on 20 July 2004
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Hi bogdan,
I like the ambiguity of 'I woke up this evening' - suggestive of a revelatory awakening rather than regaining consciousness after sleep. There are references here which elude me I'm afraid - unless you mean T.S. Eliot? You must mean T.S Eliot. Joy Division is a pop group (I think) - but in spite of being unsure of those things the strong emotion comes though. It's almost a rant, but not quite. I wasn't convinced by 'mind your crazy thoughts/there may be crazed dishwasherheads reading' - it slams the fact that this is a poem in the reader's face, makes him/her aware of the writer, but that could be a personal thing, so see what others say. I had to think for some time about the lines 'superstitions made science/you/made nothing' - elusive ideas that twist away from you just as you think you've grasped them. 'I woke up this evening' through 'I woke up this evening/hungover' to 'I woke up lying to myself' - does that refer to the initial lines 'don't put your faith in people...'? A thought-provoking piece.
Nell.
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 roovacrag at 16:50 on 20 July 2004
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Bogdon..first line is a gem. Repeated again in next stanza
Then you read on not expecting what is to come.
I like that.
Every stanza made a point.
Agree with Nell to a point.
As she says a thought provoking piece.
xx Alice
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gard at 02:23 on 21 July 2004
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Hi Bogdon
interesting write from the heart (the best right?)
agree with all above..don't mind diherwasherheads statements, curious...
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..is the meaning superstitions are made a reality/truth??
G
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bogdantiganov at 11:40 on 21 July 2004
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Thank you for your comments. First of all, this poem is a sort of homage to Ian Curtis. If you're sensitive and you put your faith in people it's difficult not to get hurt. Some people's hurt may involve a beer, others twenty beers, others suicide.
I am also constantly trying to dig at civilisation - trying to find that horror.
Bogdan
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Account Closed at 10:33 on 26 July 2004
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Hi Bogdantiganov,
Wicked title and a wicked little poem. I really liked the opening stanzas, especially the noose :) So true.
Like the music references, and like the poem outright.
Ste
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