How we find the synapses in the mind! How we write poetry.

 The pigs wings

sharp as knives and chisels

do scrape and grind like tools

create the pain of medieval torture griddles

on the open fire,

to turn me sides-to-middles

and bring my powers to rest

as to move would wake their wild incestuous

pestilence

and give me cause to scream in weird discomfort

as if in some dream, not master of my body

taken over by some other fiend

and lead along an avenue without a bend,

held stiff and straight

in chain mail of such weight,

my strength flaked out

I lie corpse-like slaked.

 

No cause for stress and yet it does not bless,

these 'blessed' idiots that make a mess

of my normal happy self

now in distress.

_________________________________1) Pigs wings- can have many other associations, for instance the pig is
usually snubbed by society and considered a lowly beast - he loves best
to find his food in muddy places, his snout is so designed that he can dig
up the earth with it and find truffles, tubers or nuts, and doing so he
dirties his pale pink skin abominably - those furies, or the beast that
Longo mentions in his poems can be associated with this behaviour
and uncouthness.

2)  The thought of pigs flying at all is comic but also heavy and sad.

3) " The pig with the ring in its nose" fairy tale pigs.( "The owl and
the pussy cat" by

Edward Lear:- See the quote on the comments to my poem above.

 

4)  Pigs have so many tales and roles within those tales, or sayings that 

I shall go no further.

 

But this thought got me thinking about poetry and where it comes from, how 

we think up these ideas and then put them in pride of place, at random in 

some ways, just to start off a thought. 

 

There seems to be a communication between the fully conscious mind 

and that subconscious mind, where there lie synapses of connections to 

the idea launched which sets the brain searching in the untapped archives 

of our stored memories, and brings the relevant moments forward into
our consciousness to be used in a the writing of a poem. How exciting is that? 

We all have untapped wells of knowledge that just need the right buttons 

to be pressed to unleash splendid syntheses that astonish us with their 

succinctness as they flow out of the mind and onto the paper. 

 

Its a buzz of satisfaction when they fit so well into some idea, isn't it?  

Something like the experience of a 'high' for the drug taker and yet we 

are not drugged, and so consciously can enjoy the full power of the buzz 

without the drowsy absent mind of such a person.

I haven't finished but send this out first and add to it perhaps?
Fire away poets whats your opinion? Ann.