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Ludicrous ~ An Acrostic

L etting all the foul air out
U nder-mines the abstraction principle (or the principal attraction)
D etour-mined (or deter-mind) to dislocate and fragmentate whether or not it is noble to
I nvolve the primordial dissonance, a
C risis intervention sometimes withholds (with old) crucial evidence
R easoning abstained obtains a black eye
O ut.  Three strikes.  Ten-count.
U sually.
S ituation Normal, All-Fucked-Up
— Kailashana, Feb 08, 2010

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Lonnie

16 years 4 months ago

This is a Gem indeed!

I don't know much about acrostics, but I certainly love this one! It has everything necessary to make it a winner! Beautiful, Anna!
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Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Oh terrific Anna it is so

Oh terrific Anna it is so Lonnie, oh what a mind you have you sister of mine, you wizardly word mongering madly crazy lady, you take our intellects and turn them upside down and inside out and expect us to be able to make a sane comment! It just smashing. Your sister Ann in a crucial situation.
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RobertKnott

16 years 4 months ago

Hmmmmmm...

waxing philosophic then? love it! Hegel wrote of the self-conscious only really existing if there is another self-consciousness to recognize and perceive. he wwent further to say that this must develop into a master/slave relationship where one becomes dominant and one submissive, by nature of his theory, so that harmony can exist; yet the slave, learning through time by its position must become the more developed because it has the tools to do so, where the master has but stunted growth, not because it IS the master, but that it perceives itself as such, and therefore has no need to learn further. i thought about that. and came up with this: the simplified quantum theory of perceptive recognition. it states; matter exists only temporarily as a discrete unit because it cannot be perceived. (by other matter, since it doesn't exist)thus, two will always form and will become logarithmic by nature's rule. what does this mean.... poetically? witness my hands; they, but things without touch. now my hands trace sacraments- your body's sculpture touching- soft my winsome breathing keeping time; these rough hands- your sleeping temple- their little deaths by your lullaby make my hands of precious senses.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Quantum mechanics: in the

Quantum mechanics: in the act of observation, what is observed changes, moves. Synopsis: Poets have an endless capacity for observation. ;-) Beautiful poem, Robert, really! ~A