Post by Pseudomuse on Jan 28, 2006 6:07:54 GMT -8
The title comes from two latin sayings, the first meaning a hidden room, but also an early photographic or painting technique utilizing optical pinholes, and the second, the latin term for common tongue. I use a lot of allusions to mythology in this see if you can find them! Also this is still in the works, in parts. Thus this being the first six. enjoy.
PM
Camera Obscvra: La Lengua Franca
(For My Sister Les)
I.
((ea))
we’re breakin’ the speed limit hurdlin’ down
the beach in a minuscule excuse for a four person
family sedan. but it’s
white.
I remember speed bumps, small humps
of gravel, that appeared out of nowhere,
threatening to pop the trunk.
first memories -
snow.
tree house with no tree,
skating across
frozen ice-fields,
and in-between
prickly pine.
Christmas.
II.
((epona ))
old english. deep woods,
dirt under your finger-nails
smell. horses.
new black boots cause
I won’t wear brown.
the feeling of being one
with something other
than yourself.
freedom.
muscles contrating
in and out, twitching,
under fine feeling soft-skin.
words defuse unto feelings.
and it’s all about posture, movement,
attitude, thought,
love.
III.
((ankh ))
hard work, pays less
cars keep de-evolving
as if on purpose.
(If I have to feel another squishy mud swamp,
If I catch whiff of another equine,
I quit.)
rain. always rain. always wet.
no escaping the cascades.
respect. everyone else would
have given up years ago.
smile. maybe some sun this year.
IV.
((ptah : artemis-apollo redux))
twin fish, (almost) utter opposites, as if born
under the wrong sign.
everything. and something.
one fights fires, the other
reflects them.
momshine,
funny toes.
truly an unbelievable feeling.
(techno-break: everyone has
their own ring, wouldn’t want
to loose what’s yours.)
It’s All About Soul, Billy Joel
It’s True!
mistakes are all part of the
growing process, no matter
the age.
home.
V.
((argonautica ))
adventures with captain crunch and
box mac and cheese.
laying on a tarp under the stars. but its not the stars
but the darkness between them that matters.
slipping two extra people, a dog and a noisy green-feather
bird into a late-night Ramada room.
blueberry muffins for breakfast, the crash of the swell against
the ferry-keel.
bison.
pool-noodles aren’t just for dunking unsuspecting tanning victims.
have any good bodice-rippers for the plane?
VI.
((fauna))
roma. ancient foundlings built upon anew with
red brick. prismatic cross-sections laid to bare.
grumpy mcfluffypants snarled in the car, but
quickly was deferred by laughter.
learning Italian, words like
–ciao, arrivederci, buona notte-
by how fast they drive.
new years. fireworks exploading in the
new-donned sky.
the trick to not having to wait in line,
in to merge.
PM
Camera Obscvra: La Lengua Franca
(For My Sister Les)
I.
((ea))
we’re breakin’ the speed limit hurdlin’ down
the beach in a minuscule excuse for a four person
family sedan. but it’s
white.
I remember speed bumps, small humps
of gravel, that appeared out of nowhere,
threatening to pop the trunk.
first memories -
snow.
tree house with no tree,
skating across
frozen ice-fields,
and in-between
prickly pine.
Christmas.
II.
((epona ))
old english. deep woods,
dirt under your finger-nails
smell. horses.
new black boots cause
I won’t wear brown.
the feeling of being one
with something other
than yourself.
freedom.
muscles contrating
in and out, twitching,
under fine feeling soft-skin.
words defuse unto feelings.
and it’s all about posture, movement,
attitude, thought,
love.
III.
((ankh ))
hard work, pays less
cars keep de-evolving
as if on purpose.
(If I have to feel another squishy mud swamp,
If I catch whiff of another equine,
I quit.)
rain. always rain. always wet.
no escaping the cascades.
respect. everyone else would
have given up years ago.
smile. maybe some sun this year.
IV.
((ptah : artemis-apollo redux))
twin fish, (almost) utter opposites, as if born
under the wrong sign.
everything. and something.
one fights fires, the other
reflects them.
momshine,
funny toes.
truly an unbelievable feeling.
(techno-break: everyone has
their own ring, wouldn’t want
to loose what’s yours.)
It’s All About Soul, Billy Joel
It’s True!
mistakes are all part of the
growing process, no matter
the age.
home.
V.
((argonautica ))
adventures with captain crunch and
box mac and cheese.
laying on a tarp under the stars. but its not the stars
but the darkness between them that matters.
slipping two extra people, a dog and a noisy green-feather
bird into a late-night Ramada room.
blueberry muffins for breakfast, the crash of the swell against
the ferry-keel.
bison.
pool-noodles aren’t just for dunking unsuspecting tanning victims.
have any good bodice-rippers for the plane?
VI.
((fauna))
roma. ancient foundlings built upon anew with
red brick. prismatic cross-sections laid to bare.
grumpy mcfluffypants snarled in the car, but
quickly was deferred by laughter.
learning Italian, words like
–ciao, arrivederci, buona notte-
by how fast they drive.
new years. fireworks exploading in the
new-donned sky.
the trick to not having to wait in line,
in to merge.
