The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 11/18/07

[BlueIris]

"Reel One"

It was all technicolor
from bullets to nurses.
The guns gleamed like cars
and blood was as red
as the paint on dancers.
The screen shook with fire
and my bones whistled.
It was like life, but better.

I held my girl's hand,
in the deepest parts,
and we walked home, after,
with the snow falling,
but there wasn't much blue
in the drifts or corners:
just white and more white
and the sound track so dead
you could almost imagine
the trees were talking.

—Adrien Stoutenburg

[RetroLounge]

1. mmmm. Nice....

Never heard of this poet. THanks!

RL

[BlueIris]

2. Yeah, I don't really know him/her, but I've always liked this piece.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear BlueIris!

Oooh, lovely!

Life as a movie, complete with soundtrack!

But yet, different...

Thanks...

[BlueIris]

4. Yes, isn't this well done? The lines have a strange flatness that is simultaneously enchanting.

Just like a film.

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

6. the silence so loud

it was deafening.

nice, thanks.

[BlueIris]

7. I thought I'd give people a break from The Crazy ones.

[BlueIris]

8. Kick.