Poetry

All posts in the Poetry category

The Times They Are a-Changin’

Published October 18, 2016 by Shadow Girl

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no telling who that it’s naming
For the loser now will be later to win
Cause the times they are a-changing

New poetic expressions within the great American song tradition were created by these hands.

Bob Dylan, the poet laureate of the rock era, has been rewarded with the Nobel Prize in Literature, an honor that elevates him into the company of T. S. Eliot, Gabriel García Márquez, Toni Morrison and Samuel Beckett.

2016-nobel-prize

Bob Dylan is the first musician to win the award, and his selection on Thursday is perhaps the most radical choice in a history stretching back to 1901. In choosing a popular musician for the literary world’s highest honor, the Swedish Academy, which awards the prize, dramatically redefined the boundaries of literature, setting off a debate about whether song lyrics have the same artistic value as poetry or novels.

“Dylan has the status of an icon. His influence on contemporary music is profound, and he is the object of a steady stream of secondary literature.”

Literary scholars have long debated whether Mr. Dylan’s lyrics can stand on their own as poetry, and an astonishing volume of academic work has been devoted to parsing his music. The Oxford Book of American Poetry included his song “Desolation Row,” in its 2006 edition, and Cambridge University Press released “The Cambridge Companion to Bob Dylan” in 2009, further cementing his reputation as a brilliant literary stylist.

This tweet wraps up everything I love about the internet!

This tweet wraps up everything I love about the internet!

 

https://static01.nyt.com/video/players/offsite/index.html?videoId=100000004707425

 

Advertisements

Our Horrifying Childhood

Published June 15, 2013 by Shadow Girl

Nursery rhymes are evil. Seriously, how messed up is it that we sing happy little songs about death, kidnapping, mutilation, animal abuse, slavery, the plague, and monsters? To our children! Maybe they are partially to blame for our HORROR addictions? Now that I’m an adult, I see disturbing sexuality hidden in some of these, too. (Or, perhaps I’m just a sexual deviant & read The Claiming Of Sleeping Beauty too many times.)

Let’s talk about the names behind the nursery rhymes & fairy tales.
The Brothers Grimm. Like… The Grimm Reaper? Grimm is defined as forbidding & uninviting. Mother Goose? Geese are assholes! Have you ever been chased down by a demented bird with teeth and a taste for blood? I have.

TEETH!

TEETH!

This pic is what sparked this blog post – a Betty Page type as Little Miss Muffett.
Although LMM doesn’t have a really sinister background, it includes spiders. Spiders suck. Little Miss Muffet was the first “documented” person with arachnophobia. And, WTF IS a tuffet?

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating her curds and whey;

Along came a spider,

Who sat down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Quite contrary Mary is Queen ‘Bloody’ Mary. She’s addressed first-hand about all of the poor saps she’s sent to the graveyard (her garden). The silver bells refer to instruments of torture that crushed the thumb with the tightening of a screw, and cockleshells (heh) were torture devices that were attached to the genitals.
The maids in the final line allude to the newly invented guillotine, which was nicknamed The Maiden.
mary3

Mary Mary quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockleshells

And pretty maids all in a row.

Queen ‘Bloody’ Mary is enough of a sociopath to have more than one nursery rhyme. Three Blind Mice was also rumoured to be about her. The farmer’s wife in the poem is an allusion to “Bloody” Mary, and her enthusiasm for everything involving torture, death, and basically finding new ways to go down in textbooks as history’s biggest bitch. The three mice supposedly represent three noblemen who got together and said, “Gee guys, maybe this Mary lady isn’t all there.” and were consequently prosecuted for conspiring against the queen. About the cutting off of their tails… I’ll give you three guesses as to what that symbolizes. The first two guesses don’t count.
mice

Three blind mice, three blind mice,

See how they run, see how they run,

They all ran after the farmer’s wife,

Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,

Did you ever see such a thing in your life,

As three blind mice?

Even if the back-story of Bloody Mary is b.s., it’s still a story about a trio of unfortunate rodents on a mission to find out where the hell they are, eventually run into an old woman who just happens to be skilled in chopping small defenseless animals to pieces. It’s actually already kind of disturbing on its own.

Georgie Porgie? Torrid gay sex scandal.
Pudding and pie? Use your imagination. Your filthy, filthy imagination.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie

Kissed the girls and made them cry

When the boys came out to play

Georgie Porgie ran away

Hey Diddle Diddle?
Star-crossed, socially unacceptable lovers running away together.
Interracial, homosexual, or religious differences?
All of the above. Plus more, I’m sure.

Goosey Goosey Gander?
Whores, rapists, and VD.
Pop Goes The Weasel?
Either animal cruelty of a statement about poverty.
Ring Around The Rosey?
The Black Death.
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater?
Kidnapper, sadist, and social deviant.
No hidden meaning on these, but they’re disturbing nonetheless –
Jack & Jill?
Dude cracked his skull and his Betty tumbled down quickly thereafter.
Rock-A-Bye Baby?
Infant stashed in the tree so parents could party, baby falls & splats.
London Bridge?
If the bridge is crumbling into the water, doesn’t that mean cars full of people are too?
The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe had multiple brats and no baby daddy(s) to speak of. She starved and beat the hell out of her kids. Teaches the kiddies that Social Services & ADC won’t ever rescue them.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep and the sing-song It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, both have people going to sleep, only to never awake again! I remember being afraid of Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep as a child. I cried and begged my mom not to make me say my prayers before bed!

It’s no wonder that sweet little kids grow up to be the Geins, Dahmers, and Mansons of the world if this is the kind of literature pounded into our subconscious from birth.

This post wouldn’t be complete without a mention of 2 Live Crew –

Or Andrew ‘Dice’ Clay –
http://pctechtalk.com/topic/80155-andrew-dice-clay-dirty-nursery-rhymes/
&

What nursery rhyme or bedtime story scared the bejesus out of you as a child? Do you repeat these to your kids? Why or why not?

P, L, & N ❤
~sg

BONES OF BRITTANY

Published May 26, 2013 by Shadow Girl

I have been listening to the Surreal Grotesque podcast for a while now. I started because Daniel Gonzales read one of Grizz’s stories, The last man on Earth sat in a room, from their Apocolypse issue. (Listen to that episode HERE).
I really fell in love with Daniel’s reading voice, and started listening to the SG podcasts when I would lay down for the night.

I started listening even more after I submitted my very first short story to be considered for their Phobias edition, (rejected), and they started having more guest speakers on the shows. It was during Episode 15 that I heard Brittany Warren read a few of her pieces that were published in the previous issue.
Poet and weaver of words, Brittany Warren, writes some of the most beautiful dark poetry that I have ever read. Her first poetry collection, Beasts and Burdens, is available exclusively on Barnes & Noble. As soon as I heard her recite some of her work, I came directly to WordPress to find her blog BONES OF BRITTANY.

With so many excellent pieces to choose from, it is so hard to pick a favorite, but, I am going to say that Alice’s Lips and Lullabies is in my top three.

ALICE’S LIPS AND LULLABIES
Singing in the sanity ward,
where rabbits burrow beneath skin–
enriching tickle,
itching tickle–
Alice stares at the wall.

Her lips, once enriched by
the Hatter,
grow concave by crevisso–
moist yet dry contradiction.

Queens eat the crackers,
quickest route to hunger improvised
by throats and diction.

Spades capture hearts,
mimicking and licking ventricles
of Bathory blood and whispers.

Lullabies crawl in crescendos
of silk,
cream notes spoiled by the dark…

Find Brittany on Facebook
Follow her blog Bones Of Brittany
Listen to her on the SG Podcast

Passive Aggressive Behavior

Published April 10, 2013 by Shadow Girl

CAVEMAN Poems – Bring The Hammer Down

Published March 14, 2013 by Shadow Girl

Tim has given me permission to share more of his wonderful & dark poetry here.
Today is his latest, written just yesterday.
I am absolutely in love with this.
Please, share your feelings in the comments for Tim.
I’ll make sure he sees them all!

CAVEMAN Poems

BRING THE HAMMER DOWN

Five to one odds torments game soon begins.
Wager of life only last survivor wins.
Hardened stainless steel polished to a sheen.
Superior craftsmanship perfect killing machine.
The Swan Songs rancid stench does linger.
Single hollow point Grim Reaper’s cold finger.
Barrels business end, firmly aside the head.
Successful click an empty chamber is fed.
Four to two stakes usher the next round.
Heavier cylinder creates a mind numbing sound.
Squeezing dooms trigger in line with the temple.
Tempting mortality never seemed so simple.
Fifty, fifty chance in the hands of fate.
Hammer crashing decent now far too late.
Mushroomed slug forces crimson debris into space.
Life’s candle flickers out eclipse of darkness takes its place.

CAVEMAN Poems – World’s End

Published February 6, 2013 by Shadow Girl

Tim M. Wood writes some wonderfully dark poetry, and I have his permission to share some of the poems with you!
All feedback is appreciated, and will be passed along to Tim. Leave a note here, in the comments, or you can stalk him via his Facebook wall.

CAVEMAN Poems { World’s End }

Darkness blankets all it surrounds.
Killing light softly producing no sounds.
Nightmarish shadows lurks Evil’s best friend.
Legions so mighty no chance to defend.
Dekays ugly stench floats on the breeze.
Brings mere mortals down to the knees.
People of faith reach to the skies.
Waiting response, mercy pleading cries.
Earth’s magnetic poles savagely torn asunder.
Frigid icy grasp pulling all under.
Unearthly demonic creatures void of faces.
With a single blow annihilate entire races. Complete genocide fulfills fiendish lust. Spinning Little Rock crumbles to dust.

%d bloggers like this: