U2 frontman Bono once said: "My definition of art started with: you put your hands under your skin, you break your breastbone, you rip open your ribcage. If you really want to write, that’s what you ought to do. Are you ready to do that? Or is rock ‘n’ roll for you just a pair of shoes and a haircut, or a certain sour existentialism or a certain sweet decay? That is one of my first definitions of art. Blood."
This is my blood.
My intentions when I wrote this poem where to echo my current thoughts in certain post-modernistic thinking. I did this in two ways. Firstly, following the belief that everything that is created has already been created before, I used either a line from another poem, another song or another work of art for each individual line. I also tried to allow the cyclical nature of the subject matter of the poem to further echo this sentiment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
A Love Song for a Saviour
Tarnished with things unseen
I’m taking the blame
Since the words to comfort
Suddenly rebel at questioning.
Longest I’ve been impermanent
Unsettled and unkind
Shuffle to grace
Summon my demons
Just to push them away…
Falling silent
To stumble...
Grapple with heaven’s mercies
Simple and stained
Searching remains to find you again.
Love’s soft breath strokes the cheek
In time to find…
Resolved, I am to love you
With whatever means are mine.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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I think this is a fantastic idea, and it came together really well.
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