Amour Propre; Corrompu (Self Love; Corrupted)
November 9th 2006 22:04
Amour Propre; Corrompu (Self Love; Corrupted)
The looking glass, a sideways glance
you extend your empty neck; your fancy
to watch as you delicately place
his sweet morsels offered to wettened lips
Dulcets never ever begged for
save your hour of loathing
The voracious gape is fed; in perpetuum
your fingers delicately placing each bite
upon bite upon the tongue, piece
by piece by conceited piece
Quicksilver has its way with you
and the grimalkin swaggers
In orgasmic propulsion, poetry
serves the glutton; sweet delicacies
arrive whole and spatter the fawning
mirror, tainted with bile
~Lily
you extend your empty neck; your fancy
to watch as you delicately place
his sweet morsels offered to wettened lips
Dulcets never ever begged for
save your hour of loathing
The voracious gape is fed; in perpetuum
your fingers delicately placing each bite
upon bite upon the tongue, piece
by piece by conceited piece
Quicksilver has its way with you
and the grimalkin swaggers
In orgasmic propulsion, poetry
serves the glutton; sweet delicacies
arrive whole and spatter the fawning
mirror, tainted with bile
~Lily
| 92 |
| Vote |
Add To: 
Subscribe to this blog
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
No comment for now....
...will need to come back and read this one a few times....
Lilla...
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
I know it's deep, i'd be happy to just get one comment on this one, perhaps the art wil help too.. thanks for putting in the suffering..
~Lily
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
~Lily
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Second read-through....
Liking it a little more, starting to get the picture...yes, I like the last bit, actually...
....will come back again....
Lilla
PS will also read it in the middle of the night if I should wake...
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
you like the part where all the 'energy' is..
most pleased...
i'm just about to start on the art - (didn't mean to be poetic there, but ah well) ..sometimes these creations take a while; sometimes not..
maybe in the middle of the night; you will view it on 'the same page' *lol*
~Lily
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
I was coming back to add that I had deduced a word for it... self loathing and here is your beautiful picture...and you have translated the heading for poetic dummies like me... I love it...beautiful ~Lily...
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
Poetry is oftentimes like dreams, in that sometimes they need interpretations.. this one even befuddled myself *lol*
remember, i wrote it in the wee hours; altered states..
leaving work.. which was beserk...
for home.. sweet home
~Lily
you may call me Queen of Lilylands ..
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
It was the artwork that reeled me in.
I think I know what the words mean.
This is beautiful ~Lily.
Unnerving.
Also just picked up on something...have now amended what could have been missing.
Will be back ~Lily.
DuskDevi
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
As I am apparently everyone's Well tonight (real time); i will write something short(ish).
I could unfold this poem a little more, if you would give me a peek into what you feel when you read it.
To expand on a few words;
'Dulcet' in the context i'm using it in, means 'sypathetic harmony' (also known as 'Simpatico')
'Inveigh' in the context i'm using it in, means 'with exception for' .. but i'm considering changing that one, because i think it's inaccessable (sorry i have my glasses on; they MAKE me pretend to be all tell-e-gent ...lol)
The poem itself is probably inaccessable, but i wrote it in the middle of the night, so i feel it has to stand ...
embrasse, le bel
(embraces, beautiful one)
~Lily
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
Sorry, I should have said "I think I know what the words convey..."
The meanings I get, the message was harder.
It's just the way you've put these words together...it's like a written illusion.
You know those 3D illusion, pictures within pictures?
The picture you see just looks like an exotic mix of vivid and brilliant colour, not a random mix, it's a pattern... and at first it confounds you.
Until you look really closely. Until you focus. Then you see the real picture within the picture.
This is what I see here.
As to how it makes me feel?
~Lily love...please understand I mean no disrespect, but this upsets me...I see the beauty but My God, I see the pain.
It's like watching a glorious woman watching herself in a mirror...watching not looking....it's all serene, there is not an expression in her face, the only movement comes off the shimmer of the blood red velvet she is draped in...it's all seemingly peaceful, this scene...but in a rush of violence the woman rams her fist into the face in the mirror and the blood from her hand drips on her shattered reflection that now finally shows an expression of utter hatred...
What the heck is in my G&T?
I'm sorry.
This is beautiful, the art, the prose, undeniably beautiful but...the pain is overwhelming.
It's not that I can't stand it...it's the fact that I can't do anything to alleviate it.
God ~Lily...I am very, very affected by this.
Dusk
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
who likes mornings?, not ME.. ahem....
Firstly, thank you so much for telling me what you saw and how it affected you. I see no disrespect whatsoever...quite the opposite actually, It is to a poet's great delight when someone takes the time to kiss the words and tell, especially as i feel this to be a little on the abstract side. Note she doesn't have a mind or tears or a heart on the 'beautiful side'. She is also vomiting all over her injured self.
'watching, not looking' is the nail on the head.
re: alleviation.. the heart in the mirror holds the key to that...
Luverly as always to be visited MOST duskedly ...
~Lily
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
Did you manage to get some sleep? I hope you are well today...everyday...
I did see the heart in the mirror...saw it as wounded and wanting healing...I wish I could truly let you know how this makes me feel ~Lily...my words are limited..I feel so...raw...I physically have the need to touch the art...the words make me blanch...like I'm watching someone cut themselves and my hands are tied, my mouth is gagged and all I can do is watch.
I did see the regurgitation...
"In orgasmic propulsion; poetry
serves the glutton; sweet delicacies
arrive whole and spatter the fawning
mirror; tainted with bile.."
This is incredibly beautiful in it's ugliness. So physical, so full of force...I can hear it...I can hear it start and then just wrench itself out, errupt out of the woman..."orgasmic propulsion"...My God...le petit mort has double meaning here...
To me, it was akin to and just as violent, if not more so, than a fist smashing itself in to a mirror...trying to get rid of the voyeur in the mirror...the one who looks back and watches her watching herself...
~Lily, if I ever who has never felt this or like this on a personal level can experience it through your words...this is so powerful...I am experiencing empathy of a sort I never thought possible.
Wondrous, my sister, this gift of yours.
All the Power of my Solidarity to You ~Lily love et merci pour l'embrasse...
Dusk
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
i would buy you a crate of G&T to reward you for your suffering (and help you drink of course, i could do no less than my sisterly duty). Thanks for those luverly ears of yours and for taking the time to wander down this road with me for a while.
avec beaucoup d'appréciation
~Lily
(nouvelles chaussures ET robe)
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
Chesterton was remarking on the fact that people feel themselves entitled to an opinion, and then claim that they well might be wrong and there is no validity to the opinion they have.
I have no idea who Mr Blatchford was.
But Chesterton was awesome.
JZ
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
did i ask about Mr Blatchford on Wordiphilia?
how the darn did you end up at the Corrompu? lol
but while you're here, it irks me when people say 'it's just my opinion, but i could very well be wrong'...they may as well be telling it to the wall!! ... 'well thanks for prattling on and on, and then negating the whole damn thing with a 'but'.... rhetorical....
now you may think me dumbass stoopedo, but I have no idea who Chesterson is.. i'm not as well read as i'd like to be...
~Lily
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
one cannot go wrong with three such admirable attributes, and paradox(es) intrigue me, i will have to look him up... nudged...
now, as ever the curious and brash creature that i am;
a challenge -- many people have seen different things in the corrumpu art above, i'm interested in what JoshZ sees in the blue frame....
~Lily
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
The bound one looks sicker, the free one has grown.
The words of the last stanza are (to me at least) the most interesting.
In orgasmic propulsion, poetry
serves the glutton; sweet delicacies
arrive whole and spatter the fawning
mirror, tainted with bile
Its interesting, especially with the context of the picture, to note that in this case, the poetry is being fed to one's self, hence the fawning mirror. The best things we have are often best when shared with other people. It seems that this piece is about someone that fed themselves their best and grew fat and sick from it. But as a very interesting (and extremely dead) writer once said (and I am paraphrasing, but not by much) that in order to make our world bigger, we must make ourself smaller.
What may be truly curious to note, is which is which? Which of them is more free, the one that is feeding her own perception, or the one that can do nothing else?
JZ
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
~Lily
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis