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The 'Apollo Of Poetry' Complex
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depths of temptation; brown-eyed girl's
lips begin discussion, like investigative-
journalists reporting panic stations in
twelve o'clock headlines & documentary
trailers, now showing narcotic induced
warzone, rape ridden in carnivorous
hatred; packaged as 15 year old dates in
prostitution, heroin & satanic death;
yielding cold chromed machined-guns,
screaming "Libya! Libya!Dollars for Africa!"
(A modern day Troy)
foresight American, trump of the parade
stomps-on-circumstance & alarms the
misconstrued relationship of democracy
versus liberty in a quick iambic dimeter
(given the topic prompt)
(given a new topic prompt)
turns triangles, eyes & owls from bankers
& rumours, to the trojan horse in the room
beta
beckoning-boy-ears, deafening
blasphemous tears; mind encouraged
heart piercing enthused-informed-pupils
digging official nine-nymph-muse-lists
subconsciously; searching volition,
possibilities & similarities dreaming which
mythology nymphet appears?
historic value seemed accurate,
lacking in excited eyes & lust filled futures
left daughters of Orea, Aegeirus & Oreads
bereft, value-less & lifeless
gamma
brown-eyed-girl sports shabby, seamless
shorts & a shako; memorabilia of shagged
out evenings shackled in the memory of
modern military madmen, arabian killers
nursing tortured memories. shelled silently
awaiting contracts & treaties from heartless
generals yielding death-squad-orders
in cold, wet, unlit, rooms of birthed hate
(hell's own residency)
"just know you can't sleep with me"
sternly echoes on steamed mirrors of
the gymnasium of mental water-muse
searches & mechanical microwaves
binding single sided conversations
excavating facts that entice, binding
brains of possible suitor replacements
in damp damaged rooms of darkness
American towers, aeroplanes, bombers &
new documentaries "unfounded" yet soul
evolution backed in fact, like a lost
Hisarlık excavation of triumph
(muted in careless humanity)
delta
beckoning-boy-ears, mutate to become a
resounding chorus; angles & calculations
as military general's name is confirmed
"Apollo", she cried in the deafly silenced night.
faces delight knowing that no muse or
nyphet resides in this heart. as tears of
freedom from corrupt presidents & thieving
politicians sit vehemently ignored
in earnest stealth
Apollo had spat in lips, snakes had kissed ears
"this; this is the daughter of Priam & Hecuba"
screamed heartily in eureka moments
"Cassandra!"
echoed through dainty damp filled walls
"It's Cassandra!"
epsilon
brown-eyed-girl Cassandra, shorts & a shako
skips red traffic signals crossing intersection
198, commuting an unlit Vesper scooter
following moon-light home, destination
candle-light; living life read-right!
-x-
Author Notes : -
1.a. Image reference :- The Louvre Apollo Sauroctonos
Roman copy after Praxiteles (360 BC)
2. Information reference :- Apollo : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo
3. Information reference :- Cassandra : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassandra_(metaphor)
4. Information reference :- Nine Nymphs : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nymph
5. This is an entirely new type of writing for me; please feel free to be hardcore, raw & relentless in terms of honest critique.
depths of temptation; brown-eyed girl's
lips begin discussion, like investigative-
journalists reporting panic stations in
twelve o'clock headlines & documentary
trailers, now showing narcotic induced
warzone, rape ridden in carnivorous
hatred; packaged as 15 year old dates in
prostitution, heroin & satanic death;
yielding cold chromed machined-guns,
screaming "Libya! Libya!Dollars for Africa!"
(A modern day Troy)
foresight American, trump of the parade
stomps-on-circumstance & alarms the
misconstrued relationship of democracy
versus liberty in a quick iambic dimeter
(given the topic prompt)
(given a new topic prompt)
turns triangles, eyes & owls from bankers
& rumours, to the trojan horse in the room
beta
beckoning-boy-ears, deafening
blasphemous tears; mind encouraged
heart piercing enthused-informed-pupils
digging official nine-nymph-muse-lists
subconsciously; searching volition,
possibilities & similarities dreaming which
mythology nymphet appears?
historic value seemed accurate,
lacking in excited eyes & lust filled futures
left daughters of Orea, Aegeirus & Oreads
bereft, value-less & lifeless
gamma
brown-eyed-girl sports shabby, seamless
shorts & a shako; memorabilia of shagged
out evenings shackled in the memory of
modern military madmen, arabian killers
nursing tortured memories. shelled silently
awaiting contracts & treaties from heartless
generals yielding death-squad-orders
in cold, wet, unlit, rooms of birthed hate
(hell's own residency)
"just know you can't sleep with me"
sternly echoes on steamed mirrors of
the gymnasium of mental water-muse
searches & mechanical microwaves
binding single sided conversations
excavating facts that entice, binding
brains of possible suitor replacements
in damp damaged rooms of darkness
American towers, aeroplanes, bombers &
new documentaries "unfounded" yet soul
evolution backed in fact, like a lost
Hisarlık excavation of triumph
(muted in careless humanity)
delta
beckoning-boy-ears, mutate to become a
resounding chorus; angles & calculations
as military general's name is confirmed
"Apollo", she cried in the deafly silenced night.
faces delight knowing that no muse or
nyphet resides in this heart. as tears of
freedom from corrupt presidents & thieving
politicians sit vehemently ignored
in earnest stealth
Apollo had spat in lips, snakes had kissed ears
"this; this is the daughter of Priam & Hecuba"
screamed heartily in eureka moments
"Cassandra!"
echoed through dainty damp filled walls
"It's Cassandra!"
epsilon
brown-eyed-girl Cassandra, shorts & a shako
skips red traffic signals crossing intersection
198, commuting an unlit Vesper scooter
following moon-light home, destination
candle-light; living life read-right!
-x-
Author Notes : -
1.a. Image reference :- The Louvre Apollo Sauroctonos
Roman copy after Praxiteles (360 BC)
2. Information reference :- Apollo : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo
3. Information reference :- Cassandra : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassandra_(metaphor)
4. Information reference :- Nine Nymphs : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nymph
5. This is an entirely new type of writing for me; please feel free to be hardcore, raw & relentless in terms of honest critique.
Published 17th Oct 2016
| Edited 15th Nov 2016
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- Edited 17th Oct 2016 1:31pm
17th Oct 2016 1:29pm
Well, damn. Been as nobody else has taken the plunge on this, I'm gonna wade in.
Cassandra here seems to be an integral theme to this story. I find it a great irony that in legend, Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy by her suitor. Yet she was cursed by him for not accepting his efforts to seduce her, her revelations being made to be unbelievable (... wow that is such a dick move..)
You do get this waning sense of something bigger hiding within these lines. Almost a direct reflection of Cassandra's curse - something in this story wants to proclaim, wants to prophesise, but there is that sense of impending doom felt by the reader, almost a sharp intake of breath that maybe the writer also feels like they might not be believed...
This is echoed in part by the choice of song lyrics you have interwoven in this piece. For a second I stopped and thought "now why the bloody hell would anybody use Robbie Williams lyrics in a piece about Apollo?"... but it takes the reader through the page. It takes us beyond the words to yet another picture. In a way this poem kind of hurt my head in a way akin to "inception" (I mean that in a good way).
It's interesting how in the title we start off located in Greece, and then Africa, and then America, and we end up back in Greece. Full circle. Considering the nine muses are involved in this poem's structure, and there is a big feminine influence here, I found the shape caused by the locations a happy accident. The circle, the womb, the birthing place.
There are subtle hints of you in this write. Little things that just pop through the surface in certain mannerisms and I think that's what I enjoy most about this piece. It's not just a piece about Apollo, it's also gracious in it's metaphor.
It is new for you, it is different. I'd be bloody proud of it though.
Thank you for the read.
Cassandra here seems to be an integral theme to this story. I find it a great irony that in legend, Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy by her suitor. Yet she was cursed by him for not accepting his efforts to seduce her, her revelations being made to be unbelievable (... wow that is such a dick move..)
You do get this waning sense of something bigger hiding within these lines. Almost a direct reflection of Cassandra's curse - something in this story wants to proclaim, wants to prophesise, but there is that sense of impending doom felt by the reader, almost a sharp intake of breath that maybe the writer also feels like they might not be believed...
This is echoed in part by the choice of song lyrics you have interwoven in this piece. For a second I stopped and thought "now why the bloody hell would anybody use Robbie Williams lyrics in a piece about Apollo?"... but it takes the reader through the page. It takes us beyond the words to yet another picture. In a way this poem kind of hurt my head in a way akin to "inception" (I mean that in a good way).
It's interesting how in the title we start off located in Greece, and then Africa, and then America, and we end up back in Greece. Full circle. Considering the nine muses are involved in this poem's structure, and there is a big feminine influence here, I found the shape caused by the locations a happy accident. The circle, the womb, the birthing place.
There are subtle hints of you in this write. Little things that just pop through the surface in certain mannerisms and I think that's what I enjoy most about this piece. It's not just a piece about Apollo, it's also gracious in it's metaphor.
It is new for you, it is different. I'd be bloody proud of it though.
Thank you for the read.
Wow! And the good lady wades right into the deep there too. My word, your comment is nearly as intensely long as my poem! 😉
Well you may just have messed with some rather intense Greek Gods "GG's". I aint sure at that time of history, they would be like all giving kingdoms and stuff and not getting no blow job in return. Yeah I'm fairly sure Apollo figured it was her super hotness Cassandra who "pulled the dick move" but that's all potaaaato/ potato, aint it? You dead on the button the peace is based completely on the "Cassandra Complex" (the piece is as well) exactly as you said it. (Good on your eyes there.)
Okay I summed your second paragraph as follows... If Cassandra was warning the world today, what exactly do you think that warning would be? Yeah and we (as the human race generalised) aren't listening either, are we?
Aah the head hurting there, awsome compliment, thank you! If your head has noises, then we doing something right here. I wanted to seperate the parts of her story but wanted to stick away from the cliche' in terms of numbers or similar ( notjing cliche' about Cassandra)... Originally the plan was different quotes from different places. But that song had the fire init that fitted comfortably as seperators. Kinda sold the emotions on it's own.
Oh god I swear I wasn't making shapes here and I had no womb in mind... But I love that you saw and got that, but you keep the credit on that.
Thank you for giving this "hulluva lot of Poem" your time, consideration and spending the energy to put it down.
To be honest I battled to make the page like it with the formatting falling all over the place (didn't sit there well) and had thought of deleting it, but your comment makes me pleased I didn't.
Much love
Al -x-
Well you may just have messed with some rather intense Greek Gods "GG's". I aint sure at that time of history, they would be like all giving kingdoms and stuff and not getting no blow job in return. Yeah I'm fairly sure Apollo figured it was her super hotness Cassandra who "pulled the dick move" but that's all potaaaato/ potato, aint it? You dead on the button the peace is based completely on the "Cassandra Complex" (the piece is as well) exactly as you said it. (Good on your eyes there.)
Okay I summed your second paragraph as follows... If Cassandra was warning the world today, what exactly do you think that warning would be? Yeah and we (as the human race generalised) aren't listening either, are we?
Aah the head hurting there, awsome compliment, thank you! If your head has noises, then we doing something right here. I wanted to seperate the parts of her story but wanted to stick away from the cliche' in terms of numbers or similar ( notjing cliche' about Cassandra)... Originally the plan was different quotes from different places. But that song had the fire init that fitted comfortably as seperators. Kinda sold the emotions on it's own.
Oh god I swear I wasn't making shapes here and I had no womb in mind... But I love that you saw and got that, but you keep the credit on that.
Thank you for giving this "hulluva lot of Poem" your time, consideration and spending the energy to put it down.
To be honest I battled to make the page like it with the formatting falling all over the place (didn't sit there well) and had thought of deleting it, but your comment makes me pleased I didn't.
Much love
Al -x-
