Saturday, September 19, 2015

Not Fit For Poems

If I couldn't find poems
in blood riddled sputum
and vision
in cruelty's caul,
I'd go quite mad, I think.

Or, at least, I'd drink.

On my very best compensatory behavior for Karin at Real Toads

12 comments:

Outlawyer said...

Ha. This is both very funny and savagely sharp! Savage isn't the right word--but you use such vivid and raw imagery it came to mind. (I am concerned that I am not writing enough poetry when I read this.) Thanks so much, MZ. k.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, what would I do without you to express some of the things that I try to hide!!! You do make my day, MZ!! Thank you!! Enjoy your weekend!

Fireblossom said...

No pretty flowa? I know that poetry certainly keeps me sane, or some reasonable facsimile of it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You always cut to the chase and totally nail it, MZ. I especially admire finding "vision in cruelty's caul." Wowzers.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is very true, in my experience. Seems Sacks also had to take his experience of human suffering to a different level by writing about it.

A Cuban In London said...

Witty and humourous. Loved it. Thanks.

Greetings from London.

hedgewitch said...

Much better than electroshock therapy, anyway. And as my favorite saying goes--poetry, because it's cheaper than whiskey.

Marian said...

Smile :)

Rommy said...

I think finding the poetry in all of life's hardness is wise choice, and sharing that brilliance with others is a generous thing.

R.K. Garon said...

I had to look up "sputum" eeeyuuuu... it was effective :-)
ZQ

ayala said...

I would drink too :)

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Hey, I'm all about the "blood-riddled sputum"! Let it flow. This was another brill take on Dr. Sacks, using a phenomenon rather than a title, and it's potent stuff. Amy