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Sam who? (Sammy Hagar)
1.
reached within a cunt hair of Samadhi
while driving along the highway
in an eighty six Ford Econoline
worked the flea markets on weekends
while the week was spent painting
in a studio sanctioned by student loans
theosophical discussions
with synthesized ergot
cliff notes on mysticism:
93 current affairs
418 laws to rewrite
6 million ways to die
1.61803 ways to live
two thirds of this made perfect sense
the other bit became automatic
the almost oneness was quite frightening
driving I 95 at 85 miles per hour
the robot responding to radar
the reboot was almost complete
when the robot regained the wheel
before the holy unity of guardrail
2.
The long thin silk thread of space
just before Samadhi
curled around the funny bone
of my skull last night
while driving home
The last thirty miles
is open road
five or six traffic lights
Our old Camry knows that stretch
well enough to fall in love
and eases into her own
when the last big town is passed
I have been burning books on mysticism
to inhale the exhaust as intoxicant
but also, to give a proper epitaph
to the long dead actor
in a more simple language
The doors to the theatre
blew wide open
when the wishing wells
were worded as a banishment
to the rhetoric of ritual
Set on north 611
at 50 miles per hour
the four dancing bears
on the bumper
kicked the curtain open
The drivers side window doesn't open
so the wind from the opened others
spiraled in the encore of the big unity
before the performers separated from stage
*note: this was entered into Bragg's comp "driving"
reached within a cunt hair of Samadhi
while driving along the highway
in an eighty six Ford Econoline
worked the flea markets on weekends
while the week was spent painting
in a studio sanctioned by student loans
theosophical discussions
with synthesized ergot
cliff notes on mysticism:
93 current affairs
418 laws to rewrite
6 million ways to die
1.61803 ways to live
two thirds of this made perfect sense
the other bit became automatic
the almost oneness was quite frightening
driving I 95 at 85 miles per hour
the robot responding to radar
the reboot was almost complete
when the robot regained the wheel
before the holy unity of guardrail
2.
The long thin silk thread of space
just before Samadhi
curled around the funny bone
of my skull last night
while driving home
The last thirty miles
is open road
five or six traffic lights
Our old Camry knows that stretch
well enough to fall in love
and eases into her own
when the last big town is passed
I have been burning books on mysticism
to inhale the exhaust as intoxicant
but also, to give a proper epitaph
to the long dead actor
in a more simple language
The doors to the theatre
blew wide open
when the wishing wells
were worded as a banishment
to the rhetoric of ritual
Set on north 611
at 50 miles per hour
the four dancing bears
on the bumper
kicked the curtain open
The drivers side window doesn't open
so the wind from the opened others
spiraled in the encore of the big unity
before the performers separated from stage
*note: this was entered into Bragg's comp "driving"
Published 24th Aug 2013
| Edited 25th Aug 2013
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24th Aug 2013 8:27pm
25th Aug 2013 4:00pm
Don't want to just gloss over this so I had to come back and try again. First I puzzled a minute over the name. Then I figured it must be like a joke. You say samadhi, friend says Sam who, you put it back as a more mundane reference everybody laughs. So I imagine the poem is like a more mundane translation of the experience of mystic unity.
I'm sure that more than two thirds of the numbers are a meaningful but the golden mean is the only one that I can pick from the bunch. When the sign said to merge you weren't supposed to take it literally. The robot has saved me many times as well so I know what you mean.
The second part is I assume a more leisurely approach to the unity, and while less absolute, probably the safer trip. That is where I run into more questions than answers. Hope you might help me out with it. I find three sections. 1 In the Camry finding the flow home. 2 The image you literally and figuratively inhaling mystic knowledge. 3 Setting out again in what I assume is the van on a slow long-haul. Get the feel that the final is more symbolic, but I can't really confirm.
I like the final image but I can't piece it together. I don't know who the actor is, I don't know what be theatre is. I can't make sense of the wishing well. As readers go, I like to think that I have some wits about me and am willing to take some time with a poem. So it bugs me not to be able to sort it out better. I'd like you to clue me in.
That leaves two issues. The lesser issue is how much you think is getting through to a reader who finds this at DUP, where the norm is a quick read and a quick comment. If they don't understand you are more likely to get no comment rather than someone speaking up and admitting that they just don't understand it. The larger issue would be outside DUP where there is no question and answer session. How much of what you intended is the reader actually getting from it? Maybe I'm just being slow. I know this is more than just LB on a road trip on acid listening to Sammy Hagar. I just can't nail down exactly what that "more" is.
I'm sure that more than two thirds of the numbers are a meaningful but the golden mean is the only one that I can pick from the bunch. When the sign said to merge you weren't supposed to take it literally. The robot has saved me many times as well so I know what you mean.
The second part is I assume a more leisurely approach to the unity, and while less absolute, probably the safer trip. That is where I run into more questions than answers. Hope you might help me out with it. I find three sections. 1 In the Camry finding the flow home. 2 The image you literally and figuratively inhaling mystic knowledge. 3 Setting out again in what I assume is the van on a slow long-haul. Get the feel that the final is more symbolic, but I can't really confirm.
I like the final image but I can't piece it together. I don't know who the actor is, I don't know what be theatre is. I can't make sense of the wishing well. As readers go, I like to think that I have some wits about me and am willing to take some time with a poem. So it bugs me not to be able to sort it out better. I'd like you to clue me in.
That leaves two issues. The lesser issue is how much you think is getting through to a reader who finds this at DUP, where the norm is a quick read and a quick comment. If they don't understand you are more likely to get no comment rather than someone speaking up and admitting that they just don't understand it. The larger issue would be outside DUP where there is no question and answer session. How much of what you intended is the reader actually getting from it? Maybe I'm just being slow. I know this is more than just LB on a road trip on acid listening to Sammy Hagar. I just can't nail down exactly what that "more" is.
whew boy. okay,
so the first part is an account of a very intense daydream, exaggerated to almost Samadhi, while driving in a van from work when I was in my early 20's...I was very into the occult and mysticism and acid and art. The numbers: golden ratio as you said, 418 and 93 are both Gematria based numbers used by Aleister Crowley. 6 million ways to die is a gza lyric from Wu Tang (though he prob got it from a movie or something.) the robot and sign, yup.
the second part is a totally separate intense daydream, exaggerated to near Samadhi as well... this time last week, me at 33 and my relationship with mysticism at this point..."more mundane translation of the experience of mystic unity." absolutely what I am going for. the old actor is the stuffy old idea of occult (much of what influenced me early on) and for me how to take the charge received from the ritual, without the theatrics of it. The showiness of it all is not appealing to me these days. the wishing well is saying goodbye to that...
your issues are absolutely important to me. Those are questions I ask myself a lot. To be completely honest I would be more discriminating in how veiled or abstracted or esoteric my language was in a more broad audience. I am serious when I push "submit" here in DU, but I very much use it as testing grounds, and comments like yours are exactly why I do, thank you
ps. the title you were pretty spot on with. the Sammy hagar is just dragging the stupidity out further..."I can't drive 55"
so the first part is an account of a very intense daydream, exaggerated to almost Samadhi, while driving in a van from work when I was in my early 20's...I was very into the occult and mysticism and acid and art. The numbers: golden ratio as you said, 418 and 93 are both Gematria based numbers used by Aleister Crowley. 6 million ways to die is a gza lyric from Wu Tang (though he prob got it from a movie or something.) the robot and sign, yup.
the second part is a totally separate intense daydream, exaggerated to near Samadhi as well... this time last week, me at 33 and my relationship with mysticism at this point..."more mundane translation of the experience of mystic unity." absolutely what I am going for. the old actor is the stuffy old idea of occult (much of what influenced me early on) and for me how to take the charge received from the ritual, without the theatrics of it. The showiness of it all is not appealing to me these days. the wishing well is saying goodbye to that...
your issues are absolutely important to me. Those are questions I ask myself a lot. To be completely honest I would be more discriminating in how veiled or abstracted or esoteric my language was in a more broad audience. I am serious when I push "submit" here in DU, but I very much use it as testing grounds, and comments like yours are exactly why I do, thank you
ps. the title you were pretty spot on with. the Sammy hagar is just dragging the stupidity out further..."I can't drive 55"
Anonymous
24th Aug 2013 10:00pm
sounds like a great road trip lb...daily.
good luck finding samadhi and with the comp
....strider
liked this part especially...
I have been burning books on mysticism
to inhale the exhaust as intoxicant
but also, to give a proper epitaph
to the long dead actor
in a more simple language
good luck finding samadhi and with the comp
....strider
liked this part especially...
I have been burning books on mysticism
to inhale the exhaust as intoxicant
but also, to give a proper epitaph
to the long dead actor
in a more simple language
25th Aug 2013 4:01pm
Anonymous
24th Aug 2013 10:03pm
WOW...reads so well
Good luck with the comp
Kitty
Good luck with the comp
Kitty
25th Aug 2013 4:01pm
