Now. Poem by Mary X


Rating: 5.0

Gut through your old
torn and dog-eared
books of thoughts
and philosophies,

long lost romances that
you wish could never
have ended
or never have begun
in the first place.
(you know those long-
kept vaulted rotten little

In heaven are lines
like a piece of
burnt paper
with one word written

on it.
one word written
on it now.

So all you can do
is sit on your
comfortable content,
where you used to

lay with the princess
pride and ponder
as to where she is now,
is she in her twirling
tantrum of security now?

The philosophies
adapted from masters;
Sartre, Nietzsche, Kant
are laughable

to you now.
Do you live in the world
of thought-transgression now?
do you live in Eden now?
can you heed the hiss now?
can you run without
your shoe laces catching a-light

Did you gain from
spending your time philosophizing
over issues bagged
with a thousand years

of thought now? such as
what does a falling pebble
mean to a world and
a universe now?

Do you even care
as you sip the
fresh midnight air
and whisper to your transparent angel;
I love you
wherever you are now

you’re a Bitch now.

Mary X.

Borret Yarn 06 October 2006

I love the anti-pretentiousness message of this. Similar to Camus' prose writing! I've read a lot of your stuff, and can relate to tonnes. The contrast of colloquial and 'sophisticated' language in your poetry is what often lends it a powerful dramatic quality. Overwhelmed and impressed. Cheers

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Joseph Daly 04 September 2006

This is a great piece of writing. The use of language throughout, is excellent and the narrative keeps the emotions under control. That is why I don't like the last line: it feel, to me, that it does not belong anywhere in this poem. The structure of the stanzas shows a real deft hand and the creation of stanzas three and fouris very expressive and an inventive use of free form.

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Lori Boulard 03 September 2006

This is fantastic, even more impressive if your biography dates are true. I must admit, that last line hit me almost too hard, but to your point, a strong poem needs a strong ending, and you have one here. The first two stanzas are perfect openers, drawing the reader in with words like 'gut' and 'dog-eared books of thought' that hint at the emotion without getting lost in it. I could go on, but suffice it to say, I like your writing style. Keep it up. Cheers, Lori

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Mary X

Mary X

London, England
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