Mirror Soliloquy

i haven’t wrote a poem this complex for a long time. The symbols/archetypes in it are fluid & should be considered cautiously. i don’t say this about my poems, but for this one, i recommend a repeat reading at least, & a steady read, else i don’t think you’ll take much from it.
i am hoping the semi-palindromic rhyme scheme doesn’t feel gimmicky & adds to the theme & function of the meaning.
i have been preening this for weeks now. The original drafts had me chasing the rhyme scheme with a meaning that didn’t know itself yet, but i am sure of the purpose of the poem & the logos of it now & feel it needs to go out on its own limb.

Mirror Soliloquy

Our eyes each morning raised up from the plug,
half of us looks back, tete-beche— the sink lets out a gulp.
That other half, plunges us in the trickery of a liar
trapped in brick curvature— it’s hard to rail
against a well, its echoes, stifle with the brag
of depths that banish light, & speak in the garb
of tremulant lips. Look at mirrors directly, a peer
is not enough, no one whatsoever, can reap
the ratio of self in a progress of look— the lord
-ing over all this individualism, we’re better off as droll
examples from a taxonomic indices— a lead
face full of animal, cursory nouns we deal
in magnitudes, leave adjectives in poems, the verb to be
is our best means to connect & substitute the primitive ebb

& tide of us. Channeled in ticks of sleep
the latent, Vedic revisions of the day— one peels
beyond the locus of want, sinks the fractious sloop
shipping wayward mirrors, in which a familiar pools.
& half the trouble is to fog the glass & become part
in equal measure of see, speak & write; there’s no trap
in language, though under the bridge of sense an ogre
mates its own tongue, grunts & snorts— ergo,
what methods for decoding its noise, when we struggle to read
the embryonic shapes in the marge of its face? & dear
me if that isn’t something even Levis® denim
cannot make fashionable in a strip tease world of mined
data & daily catalogues of news that bulb
peripheral & lunge us dumbstruck into dissonant blub.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Great photo to make the rich imagery. Love the phrase “a lead face full of animal.”

  2. “Make” is supposed to be “match”… I find it’s impossible to read and comment with my phone!

    1. i get that too. Oddly, both ‘match’ & ‘make’ work in context. That line you kindly remarked on made a late appearance, the original line was simply “lead expressions”, which was terrible, & before that only Microsoft Word remembers in some distant erasure which may or may not be coded somewhere in it, i hope not.

  3. Skilled and compelling. Love the last line.

    1. Thank you MH. Took a while to get a fix on how to put bulb/blub into context but persistence almost always pays. Thanks for making your voice heard. i appreciate it.

  4. Imagine that the sound of things that we made were somewhat, protective or guidance measures, somethings we built into the sound sub consciously to try & make us see ourselves or warn us from ourselves. So the drill not fixed in the cross of a nail spins & makes the sound of a wood pecker, as if drilling the screw too much is an affront to nature, so the plug gulping is somewhat a warning to look right which branches into the echo of the well from which we should never cry wolf or never be saved. The well & the plug is also a journey to the interior of the earth being a return to the womb & an analogy of us looking inside ourselves for answers, which is different to looking in a mirror or looking into two mirrors facing each other. The “sloop” is not a trading vessel, so there is something awkward in it “ferrying wayward mirrors”.
    The Ogre is primitive man failing to communicate correctly. He became out of reading Foucault on the the verb to be & how that enables us to construct language into something that represents, so it is ironic that the Ogre that is primitive communication represents it. Yet to understand his grunts & his facial expressions somehow helps us under stand our most basic needs in communication. Which though capable of understanding, tend to go ignored.
    i think T.S Eliot’s negativity may be what you read, but i didn’t have him in mind when i wrote it. & all of the above came as a mix of intention & unconscious expression. Sort of trading off each other organically.
    There is more to explain but i feel it may just numb the experience too much if i over explain, which i have probably already done, like explaining a joke & then saying : d’ya get it?” which it isn’t my point to look smart but to find another way of saying something for fear of cliche.

    1. Pablo Cuzco says:

      This is interesting. Your work is deep. I only understood TS Eliot after reading his annotations to the Wasteland. When it’s broken down it’s like looking through a prism. I’ll need time to digest this.
      Eliot is the first symbolic poet I ever really understood, so I tend to relate anything I think I get to him. I am a poet, not by choice, but by necessity. So I know very little of the art other than what I hear as I write. My long form breaks down into poetic phrasing so by some unconscious implication I’m saying more than just the words contained in the line. Your poetry, on the other hand is filled rich, yet subtle imagery that conveys the vague fog you describe of Jeju. I see it as through a soft lens, obscure, with a tantalizing perception of images just out of reach.

      1. T’S Eliot isn’t a bad go to, he is a toughy. As a gauge to measure he is perfect because he is so widely talked about.
        The art of poetry is one thing but artifice through doing, through just writing is very much a part of the art of it, if it wasn’t everything would still be heavily measured & though there is much diversity in form it has limits that a strong line without form can deliver because it is organic.
        i think many would agree to being poets “by necessity” because it seems like poetry is the accurate form for expressing certain things in certain ways. i am in the unfortunate position of seeing it as a potential means to say anything. Limiting me in others eyes but giving me ample opportunity to perfect something, which i am still a ways off from.
        Subtlety is important to me, if only because nothing seems to be that simple. There are always ifs & buts.

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