Nebula No.476G

Posted: October 17, 2013 in thought stream, urban poems

This poem is so far out on the edge, its practically gone over it! Tonight at dVerse  were tackling the Beat Generation. That culture of the late Fifties revolved around rejection of received standards, experimentation in drugs and alternative sexuality and rejection of materialism among other things. It was a powerful force for liberalisation that spawned non-conformity and spontaneous creativity among writers, poets and artists. Go and check us out to see what were up to!

Up there, beyond this detritus embracing us, stars wink on.
Planets, moons, suns feel the gravitational suck of each other and
this universal whirr and click is shot through with a nebula that blooms
like flooding paint in your eyes. A thousand dyes of reds and yellows
punctured by meteors that rocket through your vision completely blinding you.
Just this solar kaleidoscope filling your brain as you fold up the pain,
and lock it away. So while you drift in your own personal space,

bankers in counting houses,
the regiments of hawks,
those greeders and feeders,


I put both hands to my temple
and through finger tips feel the rhythmic
beat of the heart in my head. It’s the
pulse of all thoughts searching for words.

go on

Those shapers of style,
the sowers of fear (this will give you cancer, that will shorten your life),
the sowers of hope (buy this and you’ll look that thin, do this and you’ll live forever),
all those who try to control

get swallowed up into that black hole created by the force
of your indifference. Later back in the coffee shop at our favourite table
we sit once again and waste everyone else’s day watching their worlds go by.

  1. annotating60 says:

    Paul I think this was a good poem. You did pust it to an edge but not the wrong one. It’s got a freedom to it that chants itself home. >KB

  2. Wow.. your know your beats man… this was great .. and that end, when it’s back at the coffeeshop wathcing the day go by… after almost grasping the things. that thought of the heart beating.. I like it a lot.

  3. Gabriella says:

    There is certainly beat and atmosphere in your poem Paul!

  4. brian miller says:

    nice…i like your contrast with the bankers…the feeders for sure…better than us…smiles…the pulse of all thought looking for words…i dig that….the black hole of indifference is a great touch as well…

  5. I missed the beat generation – too old by then! Conformity and respectability was my lot then. I’m much more rebellious in my 70’s!
    Your verse “bankers in counting houses,
    the regiments of hawks,
    those greeders and feeders,” is wonderful. I shall think of bankers as greeders and feeders from now on!

  6. claudia says:

    ah all those voices that try to tell us this and that… love the rhythm in this… the regiments of hawks…ha… cool…and very cool close as well…

  7. Mary says:

    What a fascinating form you wrote in!! I definitely feel the beat of your words, and I like the idea of wasting everyone’s day by watching their worlds go by. Cleverly crafted.

  8. Edgy yet universal – starting at the muse(ic) point somewhere the beat chimes celestially and then you reel it in – the beat, beat , beat – the tick, tick, tock, the suckers, the feeders, and capture over coffee, on a cell phone, in a flash – and the world is gone. This gets a big WOW!

  9. aprille says:

    It is a liberating form/style/mode, whatever.

  10. adamsmurphy says:

    So and so, by and by…. The beat….. Rhythymical… Thanks for this!

  11. Lovely beat to this – the pauses that force us to take stock, and move on. I enjoyed the read!

  12. hypercryptical says:

    Far out it may be – but brilliant it is.
    Anna :o]

  13. nico says:

    Those strong verbs (especially in the first section) are wonderful! The adults in my conservative childhood were in very vocal opposition to the whole “drop out” attitude. Scared them to death, I guess. But there was some true prophetic work going on there, trying to raise awareness that consumer society had gone horribly wrong. Anyway, great work here!

  14. Susan says:

    I like the blood shot eyes and kaleidoscope-ness …. and the rant on bankers et al…. fine length varied rhythm, journey, sense of stream of consciousness.

  15. What a cool beat this has, love . . .

    “I put both hands to my temple
    and through finger tips feel the rhythmic
    beat of the heart in my head. It’s the
    pulse of all thoughts searching for words”

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