Incendiary

“Working Still” by Borg de Nobel:  http://borgeous.wordpress.com/

incendiary, pervasive
black coal
smears and coats
all within its cloud
of far-reaching
immorality
 
led to believe
in its life-
giving properties,
we decline
through our blindness
 
a deceit
we choose
willingly
as we plunge
recklessly
into deterioration
 
we’ve been fed
untruths,
ladled down
our throats,
masquerading
as gracious
entreats
 
spoon-feeding
us to join a
parade,
marching
to our own demise

Claudia Schoenfeld invites us to use paintings by Borg de Nobel as inspiration at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/08/25/poetics-borg-de-nobel/

Thank you to Borg de Nobel.

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  1. great take on this painting… I think this was a difficult one I kept thinking of coal, mines etc when I looked at this one I don’t know why…but I certainly love where you went with this.

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  2. Well that’s exactly what I saw too and wrote about…our dependence on the use of coal for energy.

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  3. Like your share…specially these lines:

    we’ve been fed
    untruths,
    ladled down
    our throats,
    masquerading
    as gracious
    entreats

    Well done Gayle ~ Happy weekend to you ~

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  4. dang this feels prophetic….i only hope it is not…but it rings so true….we have been spoon fed what we want to hear…and march on to our demise…shivers…..

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  5. I like your play on words (“far-reaching immorality”) and your surprising use of opposites (“we’ve been fed untruths”). Beautiful piece, well written!

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  6. Really powerful voice in this! I love where you went with it.

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  7. “a deceit
    we choose
    willingly
    as we plunge
    recklessly
    into deterioration”

    The emperor’s new old clothes; gosh, I hope we grow up before the parade ends. The truth in this poem is powerful. It feels more like a warning than a prophesy.

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    • Well, we sure can be a bunch of dumb bunnies…to put it mildly…so many gulp down what’s fed to them with little or no thought. Yes, a warning…wake up people! These things can make me..seethe…

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  8. Clever interpretation, Bodhirose! I thought I saw similar images too. Not easy with this but you breezed through easy! Nicely written1

    Hank

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  9. (I didn’t mean to ‘like’ my own poem!) 🙂

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  10. well written…the last stanza i liked a lot.

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  11. The last stanza is classic. What a superb interpretation of the painting. I so prefer yours over mine. Excellente. My fav so far.

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  12. powerful and deeply rooting in its’s emotion wow

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  13. spoon-feeding
    us to join a
    parade,
    marching
    to our own demise…oh dang..strong closure…gave me shivers..

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  14. Great sounds in that opening:

    black coal
    smears and coats

    I like the idea you took – of being spoonfed.

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  15. lots of harsh stuff here, like laded down our throats

    but in the beginning, it made me think of coal on white lab-coats…now that’s an image!!

    slowly it had to last

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  16. Both the painting and your words made me think. It will sound strange, but I got a completely different interpretation from your words. I thought it was aimed at the Pharmaceutical Industry and read it as a warning about the poisons they peddle as “cures”:

    “led to believe
    in its life-
    giving properties,” and
    “we’ve been fed
    untruths,
    ladled down
    our throats,
    masquerading
    as gracious
    entreats” – well, ALL of the poem, really, but especially those parts.

    The painting is disturbing. I don’t know why, but I kept thinking of movies like “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” or maybe “House of 1000 Corpses”. Disturbing.

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    • You know what…that works too…I like your interpretation, Corina. I agree with you about the painting, dark and disturbing…there was a choice of paintings to write on by Borg de Nobel as our prompt at dVerse. I would love to know what the artist had in mind…

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  17. Gayle what a great interpretation of that painting loved it. Spoon Fed Yes haven’t we just!!
    Let’s hope that True prevails and Justice follows.
    Love and hugs Sue xxx

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  18. How very true.

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  19. I was just watching a drama involving coal miners from northern England–it was during the General Strike in the UK of the mid 1920’s. The one miner said that at least five children died every day in the mines, and that they often found the skeletons of children who had perished down there. But where’s there money to be made …

    Mining is still one of the most dangerous jobs in any part of the world. And how unclean coal is for the consumer and environment. Why does anyone fight developing new means of energy and heat, etc. Well, for the powers that be: $$$$$

    I know it is a way of life for many, but does it have to be a way of death too? A powerful piece, Gayle, and the last paragraph is so chillingly true.

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    • Bottom line…it’s all about money. We seem to be losing our common sense and compassion. I’m glad this spoke to you, Diane…thank you for sharing your thoughts with me…I couldn’t agree more.

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