Tahrillo
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- Posted: Sat, 19 May 2012 17:37:50 +0000
Hello everyone, this is my first adventure into the OP/L subforum. I plan to enter this poem into Fizzlestick's poetry editing contest, so I'll value any imput that you guys can give me! Go on, rip it apart. We'll sew the pieces back together and create the ultimate Frankenstein monster.
I'm curious to see if you guys can tell what it's about without me telling you (Hill #1). So, without further ado...
The poem is supposed to be a poetic rendering of Plato's "Allegory of the Cave." You can read about it here. I tried to incorporate Plato's rhetoric of sun = knowledge, darkness = ignorance (more or less), and make allusions to things such as fire, shadows, and chains. This is the story of the man who first leaves the cave and steps into the sun.
Thanks for reading, guys! Here's a link to Fizzy's contest, to anyone that's interested.
And here are my previous edits (teeny-weeny idea courtesy of 2pound):
Edit #2
Epiphany, 380 B.C.
On the day of
the epiphany, you
felt the earth
like glass
beneath your naked
palms
the palms that
wrung the fire from
your wrists
and the metal
like golden fractions from
your eyes
the eyes that
heard the boulder
crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones
the bones that
felt the gravity
pool against your stomach
as you ascend
In this the solar moment
the day on the tip
and teeth
of time,
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
Edit #1
[Title pending]
You
ventured from
the civil den
wrung the fire from
your wrists
and
the metal
like golden fractions from
your eyes
felt the earth
like glass
against your naked
palms
heard the boulder
crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones.
In this the
solarmoment
the day
on the tip
and the teeth
of time
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
Epiphany, 380 B.C.
You
ventured from
the
civil den
felt the earth
like glass
against your naked
palms
wrung the fire from
your wrists
and
the metal
like golden fractions from
your eyes
felt the boulder
crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones.
In this the
solarmoment
the day
on the tip
and the teeth
of time
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
I'm curious to see if you guys can tell what it's about without me telling you (Hill #1). So, without further ado...
Edit #3
380 B.C.
On the day of
the epiphany
you
ventured from
the civil den.
you
felt the earth gnaw
holes like
famished glass beneath
your naked palms
the palms
that wrung the captive
metal from your wrists
and the fire
like golden fractions from
your eyes
the eyes
that saw the mouth
above,
that heard the boulder crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones
the marrow
that draws you upward
but still pools against
your stomach as you
ascend
In this the solar moment
the day on the tip
and teeth
of time,
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
On the day of
the epiphany
you
ventured from
the civil den.
you
felt the earth gnaw
holes like
famished glass beneath
your naked palms
the palms
that wrung the captive
metal from your wrists
and the fire
like golden fractions from
your eyes
the eyes
that saw the mouth
above,
that heard the boulder crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones
the marrow
that draws you upward
but still pools against
your stomach as you
ascend
In this the solar moment
the day on the tip
and teeth
of time,
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
The poem is supposed to be a poetic rendering of Plato's "Allegory of the Cave." You can read about it here. I tried to incorporate Plato's rhetoric of sun = knowledge, darkness = ignorance (more or less), and make allusions to things such as fire, shadows, and chains. This is the story of the man who first leaves the cave and steps into the sun.
Thanks for reading, guys! Here's a link to Fizzy's contest, to anyone that's interested.
And here are my previous edits (teeny-weeny idea courtesy of 2pound):
Edit #2
Epiphany, 380 B.C.
On the day of
the epiphany, you
felt the earth
like glass
beneath your naked
palms
the palms that
wrung the fire from
your wrists
and the metal
like golden fractions from
your eyes
the eyes that
heard the boulder
crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones
the bones that
felt the gravity
pool against your stomach
as you ascend
In this the solar moment
the day on the tip
and teeth
of time,
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
Edit #1
[Title pending]
You
ventured from
the civil den
wrung the fire from
your wrists
and
the metal
like golden fractions from
your eyes
felt the earth
like glass
against your naked
palms
heard the boulder
crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones.
In this the
solarmoment
the day
on the tip
and the teeth
of time
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.
Epiphany, 380 B.C.
You
ventured from
the
civil den
felt the earth
like glass
against your naked
palms
wrung the fire from
your wrists
and
the metal
like golden fractions from
your eyes
felt the boulder
crack
and the darkness
rush like marrow from
your bones.
In this the
solarmoment
the day
on the tip
and the teeth
of time
the air is unconquerable
and
seeing this
your tongue becomes a bird.