The wall of sound.
The wall of silence.
The wall of darkness.
The wall of sleep.
The wall of glass.
The wall of mirrors.
The wall of the night sky with the Andromeda Galaxy.
The wall of incarceration.
The wall of wanting in.
The wall of wanting out.
The wall around the Warsaw Ghetto.
The wall blocking the Lost Dutchman Mine.
The wall around the self.
The wall of ice.
The wall of fire.
The wall of the endless plain.
The wall of the tallest building.
The wall of confusion.
The wall of fear.
The wall of madness.
The wall of the border between two warring nations.
The wall of barbed wire.
The wall of words.
The wall of water.
The wall of books.
The wall of paper.
The wall of the screen looming above us.
The wall of knowledge.
The wall of resistance.
The Wailing Wall.
The wall of piled stones.
The mausoleum wall.
The curved wall of Hoover Dam.
The wall of grass.
The wall of reflections.
The wall of echoes.
The wall of sand.
The wall of grafitti.
The walls of the maze.
The wall of rubble.
The Chinese Wall.
The Israeli Wall.
The Iron Curtain.
The wall of the sound proof room.
The wall of the interrogation room.
The prison walls.
The wall of the Cave at Altamira.
The wall of the bank punctuated with an ATM.
The wall of the sacred inner city.
The wall of the page.
The wall of information.
The right angled wall at the corner of First and Main Streets.
The moving walls of change.
The wall of blindness.
The wall of feeling in total darkness.
The wall of the doom of outcomes.
The wall of tiles in Pompeii.
The floor you’re standing on.
The floor of Fred Astaire dancing upsidedown.
The door in the wall.
The window.
The hole.
The eye.
The wall of the brain pierced by the eye.
The wall of death.
The wall of the future, continuously receding.
The wall of forgetfulness.
The wall of hope.
The wall of time.
The wall of consciousness.
The wall of six-sided cavities of bees wax.
The wall of gold-leaf.
The wall of ignorance.
The wall of absence.
The wall that is not there.
The wall of wind.
The wall of the tsunami.
The wall of ivy.
The wall of the map of the world.
The security of walls.
The walls of the body.
The wall of carelessness and envy.
The wall of confidence and vanity.
The wall of boredom.
The wall of truth.
The wall of lies.
The immovable wall.
The wall of free association.
The wall of determinism.
The translucent wall of the egg at the moment of conception.
The moment of consciousness.
The black wall of the curtain coming down on the final act.
The rising wall of freedom.
Curtis, these walls are strong and transparent and so poignant. Anticipating the next line, the next wall, I read this with great anticipation and pleasure. What a stream of consciousness and visual images! Really nice.
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The Israeli Wall...aka
the Wailing wall? Praying to those dead stones aka the dead god JHVH be futility itself.
SW:
ReplyDeleteIf you liked this one, you'll probably like my poem aboutg clocks here--
http://compassrosebooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/clocks.html
--CF
Sir F: Perhaps you recall...
ReplyDeleteDon't try to write in fragments.
So, rewrite in complete sentences and turn in for a passing grade.
j-k but in a sense mere images don't really ...say anything.
The form, Vishnu, is called a Litany, and it does SAY something. I'm not altogether happy with my use of it here, but it has possibilities. Some very good poets have used the form.
ReplyDeleteIt's not about a specific subject in the sense that you obviously mean. I don't "do" anything with each image, but that's really not the point. The point is to "visualize" or conceptualize each statement separately, and to be, as it were, overwhelmed by the stream of images or pictures coming forward in time.