Sonnets (formerly Down, now) UpThe Stretch #3

by St. Bayno on Feb 22, 2009 11:39 PM PST

Knowledge, I encourage you all to chuck it

since after all in the air it is better served.

Just as the ball endures the net’s caress

uncomprehendingly, and the sneaker to the floor

is a living hieroglyph, and the pompom

accomplishes nothing alone, and twelve minutes

is anywhere from twenty to an hour,

I too have no idea what I’m saying.

But now the moon steps sadly, abstractedly

up to wherefrom it’s watched a few seasons,

and nothing lovely escapes its seeming indifference.

The timekeeper’s light touch, the indignation

of the official. Asleep or awake, beyond

our understanding, the clock keeps running or stops.

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What is this? I do not approve.

by GoBlaze22 on Feb 22, 2009 11:44 PM PST reply actions

What is this? This is the Blazers' Edge Poet Laureate at work.

Dave named two last year, with me being the other. But my work is just stringing silly rhymes together compared with the amazing weaving of words that St. Bayno does. This sonnet is a prime example.Time is a constant. But on the basketball floor, time is most assuredly not. This contradiction in the basic principles of universe is eloquently described here, with the sonnet itself reflecting that conflict in its choice of words. This is poetry that is much deeper than its surface, unlike anything I ever put out. Beautiful, complex and thought-provoking. Give it another read and let it sink in. These words should be savored like a fine aged wine, not chugged like yesterday’s Coors Lite.

Patience is underrated. Fan opinons are overrated. So, yes, that means that I too am overrated.

by T Darkstar on Feb 23, 2009 5:24 AM PST up reply actions

I agree, the bestest sonnet

is one you read to ponder on it.

by CatMan2 on Feb 23, 2009 2:06 PM PST up reply actions

Agreed

I’m not a big sonnet / rhyme guy but I always read these and they are great.

There is probably no more terrible instance of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man — with human flesh.
Paul Muad'Dib - Dune (Frank Herbert)

My Translation: My Dad is a dude just like me, and my sons are dudes like me also. I love that.
Season Tix: Section 315, with my sons

by johnv59 on Feb 23, 2009 8:10 PM PST up reply actions

Keep Bedge weird

Karma

by Sabonis4Ever on Feb 23, 2009 2:10 AM PST reply actions

LOL - seriously

There is probably no more terrible instance of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man — with human flesh.
Paul Muad'Dib - Dune (Frank Herbert)

My Translation: My Dad is a dude just like me, and my sons are dudes like me also. I love that.
Season Tix: Section 315, with my sons

by johnv59 on Feb 23, 2009 8:11 PM PST up reply actions