First In Line

[PrinceMyshkin]

Take your vibrator and your husband,
hot summer lust, eyes
of a depraved child, and--

Have you looked at your tickets,
for Chrissake? They're marked
"Disorder" and "Misrule." Punch
and counterpunch
will seal you on that train

to nowhere. In the dining-car
they're serving pure poison
at outrageous prices,
and you're first in line.

Slope-necked for punishment and with
your lovely large lips
a little bit parted,
you heard them murmuring in the bar:

"Lunch? it's real poison!"
and you just had to be the first in line.




J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992

[ampoule]

May I be the first in line to say I likey this very much?

[PrinceMyshkin]

May I be the first in line to say I likey this very much?

You likey? You really likey? You makee me happy!

[ampoule]

Ah yes, she bows, I likey very much. ;) :D

[firefangled]

Take your vibrator and your husband,
hot summer lust, eyes
of a depraved child, and--

Have you looked at your tickets,
for Chrissake? They're marked
"Disorder" and "Misrule." Punch
and counterpunch
will seal you on that train

to nowhere. In the dining-car
they're serving pure poison
at outrageous prices,
and you're first in line.

Slope-necked for punishment and with
your lovely large lips
a little bit parted,
you heard them murmuring in the bar:

"Lunch? it's real poison!"
and you just had to be the first in line.




J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992



Your fingers on this one knew in the dark the warp and weave. Such a fine cloth, never to go there again. Of all the proclamations this stands out for me.

The progression of this is perfect!

[blp]

I like it too, though I think the repeated 'poisons' might just have been overding it.

[motherhubbard]

I never know what to expect from you. What other poet will start out by slapping us in the face with a vibrator?

[PrinceMyshkin]

I never know what to expect from you. What other poet will start out by slapping us in the face with a vibrator?

Well, there were alternatives, such as a salami or a cucumber, but they seemed to me to lack a certain elegance.

[Granny5]

Well, there were alternatives, such as a salami or a cucumber, but they seemed to me to lack a certain elegance.

Jerry! Be a good boy.:blush:

[ampoule]

Jerry! Be a good boy.:blush:

He is a bad boy isn't he? It does say personal poetry though. hehe

[firefangled]

Well, there were alternatives, such as a salami or a cucumber, but they seemed to me to lack a certain elegance.

Ah the elegance of technology!

It is the subsequent word husband that defines which would have been the better poetics and you chose correctly IMHO.

And to think 25 years ago the word would have made us think of something used to mix paint or tumble stones, or that novelty booth at Sandusky Park where we paid a dime to pretend to be electrocuted. This is what comes from watching too much TV...

[dramasnot6]

I'm sorry Prince, it looks really good, but I don't "get" it, could someone please explain the overall message?

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm sorry Prince, it looks really good, but I don't "get" it, could someone please explain the overall message?

Thanks for asking. The poem is about a former lover who seemed to me to subscribe to the belief that the more outrageous or 'naughty' or dangerous love was, the more interesting or 'real' it was.

[dramasnot6]

Thanks for asking. The poem is about a former lover who seemed to me to subscribe to the belief that the more outrageous or 'naughty' or dangerous love was, the more interesting or 'real' it was.

Ah, the type who risk for romance, get off on danger. I can see that particulary apparent in the first and third stanza. Thanks so much for explaining!

[PrinceMyshkin]

When Einstein walks, there is meaning
in each tarsal and metatarsal,
echoes of some far distant event, the birth
pains of the universe tap-
tap-tapping on his bursi the message
of its coming to be, its eternal
coming to be: Is this right,
it questions. Is this the way it ought to be?


Einstein stops to sniff the air. Is it the now
he senses, or the chemistry
of some lab in outer space? His joy
is in the precision of imprecision.
'Insofar as the laws of mathematics
refer to reality,' he thinks,
'they are not certain; and insofar
as they are certain
they do not refer to reality.'


And he walks on.






J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992

[firefangled]

When Einstein walks, there is meaning
in each tarsal and metatarsal,
echoes of some far distant event, the birth
pains of the universe tap-
tap-tapping on his bursi the message
of its coming to be, its eternal
coming to be: Is this right,
it questions. Is this the way it ought to be?


Einstein stops to sniff the air. Is it the now
he senses, or the chemistry
of some lab in outer space? His joy
is in the precision of imprecision.
'Insofar as the laws of mathematics
refer to reality,' he thinks,
'they are not certain; and insofar
as they are certain
they do not refer to reality.'


And he walks on.






J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992


Very cool! Very, very cool.

And at the end I hear that break in Mellencamp's Jack and Diane. Sorry I can't help but hear it.

Even stranger is Hawking's Loss of Information theory and then disproof via alternate cancelling universes.

[ampoule]

Yes, Jack and Diane. :)

And me Prince, no matter what I say, I sound like a silly cheerleader...like wow, I just love your Einstein poem. But I do, I really do.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Yes, Jack and Diane. :)

And me Prince, no matter what I say, I sound like a silly cheerleader...like wow, I just love your Einstein poem. But I do, I really do.

Love the image of you in your mini-mini skirt, and pom-poms, waggling your sassy, um, um...