A Put-On, Put On

 

I'm a Blind Spot

deep in December;

my head putting on a face

 

Slavoj Žižek says

that when you look inside your skull,

there is nobody home;

just a Slab of Meat

 

I'm enacting the side-effects

of alleged individuality;

a Persona

that is a put-on, put on

 

You & I are put-ons put on

 

A Wildflower and a Raging War

have the same unimportance,

the same weightlessness

in the Great Go-Away

 

I stray along the Songlines

of my Dreamtime Walkabout,

swinging my Bull-Roarer

 

Found Objects & Readymades

team up with Jackdaws & Ravens,

Bardo by Bardo

 

I unwrite Invisible Poems

in the Darkness of Black Stars

 

There is No One;

my poems thud

against the Haushofer Walls

of the Long Last

 

Avalokithesvara & Kuan-yin

sit with me in my burning boat





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-02 at 09:47

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
you never miss it na, a sound in your poem. Beautiful work of art, this poem is. A see saw between seeing and not seeing; aware and alert;despair and hope;light and dark. And you know what, you talk about the dark but show the light.
2023-12-04


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Imma be honest, I hadn’t been “feeling” a lot of your recent poems. They were fine works, sure, but they didn’t punch me in the gut like your best work usually does. This one though. This one is amazing
2023-12-03


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A mixture of mythology and psychology with a soupcon of dispair. It is nevertheless a great write....and I do get where this is coming from, Ingvar. There seems to be a growing sense of this in poetry I've been reading (and writing!)

I'm not sure if I have woken up in a new time continuum where depression resides, or whether during a night's sleep I've been injected with a 'make you older' concoction... perhaps once intended for a juvenile Alice, but getting to the bones of me. :(
Blessings, Allen
2023-12-03