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Jun 29 17, 05:19
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(Revision2)
The compass points south to the knife, the guitar, deep song, and the furtive assassin
The dagger readily cuts through passion. The shadowy blade wielder, or rather, the myth, reflects the low life around it. In the alleyway, slinky, stealthy moves possess the killing ground, mythologies dissipate, switchblades lose their owners to blaring sirens. The dagger makes no sound, it weighs on the assassin, flashes to the heart as time; the dead live in the tango. Now gone, past renewal, laid down rope-wise, thorough benediction, they live inside the dance, in the tone of the guitar, in lucid now, in what has been ignored, and what is now uncovered.
Glinting under a fugitive moon, the knife slices through passion; the spectral defiler, cloaked in myth, cuts through low life around him.
In the alleyway, the blade’s shine challenges the sky, mythologies dissipate. The dagger weighs on the assassin. He apprises the razor edge with a wary thumb, then, silently, lacerates time,
The dead live in the tango, laid down rope-wise, under thorough benediction, they live inside the tango, in the tone of the guitar, in lucid now, in what has been ignored, what is now uncovered.
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A blade, in faint shadows under a fugitive moon, slices through distorted passion, frenzied low life. In the alleyway, alien wasteland, the blade’s shadow torments the sky. The assassin savors the blade’s edge with an anxious thumb. Then, without a whisper, he lacerates time, the beating heart. The dead, past renewal, under thorough benediction. live inside the tango, in the tone of the guitar, in lucid now, in what has been ignored, what is now uncovered, courage, deep song, and the assassin’s blade.
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Jun 29 17, 07:37
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Greetings, James... I've never done the tango, and I'm not much for knives and myth either. I'm afraid this piece is beyond my personal comprehension. I may be a bit dull, but I simply cannot follow this. Sorry I don't see the Light, Daniel
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Jul 1 17, 07:26
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QUOTE (RC James @ Jun 29 17, 05:19 ) The knife readily cuts through edgy passion, the shadowy knife wielder, or rather, the myth, reflects the low life around it. In the alleyway, alien wasteland, dark shadows torment the sky, mythologies dissipate. Those whose theme is knives lose their way to pólice sirens. The dagger makes no sound, it weighs ponderously on the assassin, its flash to the heart is only time, the dead live in the tango. Past renewal, well gone, laid down rope-wise, under thorough benediction; they live inside the tango, in the tone of the guitar, in lucid now, in what has been ignored, what is now uncovered.
It would seem to stay, this myth of courage, deep song, and the assassin’s blade. Good Morn to you, R.C. James; (sorry about the mix-up, dangit!) I have been reading, even admiring your reflective free-verse. I pick up some profound images coursing throughout your work, but I must confess that some of the message is beyond my comprehension--entirely due to my lack of understanding abstract thoughts. There seem to be two schools of thought in the realm of poetry: one, that a poem should tell a story in plain words (which I personally adhere to) and the other, that a poem should contain metaphors that will cause the reader to ponder and arrive at his own conclusion. I look at your write and think that its key to understanding lies within my grasp; but then, it's gone. Well, what do I expect from the mind of an 82-year old fellow, lol. R. C., your poem is a well-written challenge to this reader. And, unlike Daniel, I still tango--in slow motion. Take care, Ali
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Jul 1 17, 12:17
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Ali - I don't know that Larry would be that pleased to have this piece attributed to him, it's actually mine. RC
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Jul 1 17, 12:35
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QUOTE (RC James @ Jul 1 17, 12:17 ) Ali - I don't know that Larry would be that pleased to have this piece attributed to him, it's actually mine. RC Hi, R C; I will give you a chance to raise the question: Ali, where is your brain? It's somewhere, baking in the desert at 110 degrees. Should be done by now . . . . Sorry about the mix up. Ali
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Jul 1 17, 13:33
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Don't sweat it, either of you! Ali, if you're in the desert, is it too dry to sweat there? And Richard, Larry has had despicable things attributed to him, and your piece certainly isn't that! deLightingly, Daniel P.S. Why don't you click "My Controls" up there above, and then go down on the left and edit your profile to let us know a bit more about yourself! Ali, I did note that you said you're 81, I believe. You've got me (and I think Larry) by a decade!
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Jul 1 17, 15:08
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Daniel, no, not 81 but pushing 83 and going strong--except for my fleeting mind. Yeah, I should complete my profile before I for. . . what is the word--forget? Cheers, Ali
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Jul 6 17, 11:02
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The poem is full of vivid energy. Is the tango a reference to the dance macabre where at the turn the assassin cuts the throat of the victim. Tango was associated with the lower classes in Argentina and Uruguay. Is the poem dealing with this settlement ?
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Jul 6 17, 11:58
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Greenwich - It doesn't refer to Dance Macabre, but to the original tango, whose mythology is packed with assassins and knives, more as symbols not as actual events. But it is the dance of the barrios of Buenos Aires and other towns. I've had problems putting this one together - this I think is the best I can do for now. Thanks for your look and questions. RC
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Jul 11 17, 15:56
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