Relationship with Death [a poem]

I’ve been thinking about this subject for a long time now. May develop it into a short story or maybe even longer prose. Not sure.

“What is your relationship with Death?”


 

His body was mangled, on the pavement. The engine running high, and smoke began to rise. The blood, it seeps into cracks and clumps with dirt and debris. The bones scattered yet contained within a body that is composed of torn up flesh, seared and discarded.

And he wondered, Is this it?

Onlookers cry out, a few take action and acknowledge the motionless body. Phones flash, calls go out. Help, help, help.

Wondering, What is your relationship with Death? Does it register or is it just another event? The quickness of it all, just moments ago he was complete and whole, now he’s just meat and bone.

Go on with the day, mutter the events to co-workers and family, maybe even call your closest friend, “You’ll never guess what I saw today!”

How, horrible, how sad. Did he have family? Children? Anybody?

Wondering, What is your relationship with Death? when witnessing an event that reminds you just how temporary life really is.

Are you afraid?

Do you fear the end?

Or ignore it completely?

What is your relationship with Death?


 

I’m open to comments and suggestions. Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #3

These are words that have been stuck in my head for the last few days now.

 


Boiling,

the blood beneath the surface. And rage

that licks

the skin, enticing violence.

The bone breaks,

the blood spills

and the world becomes a

blur;

in your

blackest

hour.


If you are reading this, Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Response: Phenomenology and the Body in Poetry

This is a response to tmbenjamin10 ‘s suggested topic from my post National Poetry Month , “…I’ve been recently wondering and reading around the subject of phenomenology and its effect on how we treat the body in poetry. Please feel free to take a stab at the subject…” .

This is a big subject and a lot to chew on so it’s taken me while to compose a response but I hope that my insight/reflection helps.


 

First, I want to break down the word ‘Phenomenology’, it is a long and complicated term that means simply ‘the study of phenomena’ which is often related to Philosophy (dictionary.com)

The Philosophical study of Phenomenology can be defined as, ‘…the study of structures of consciousness as experienced from the first-person point of view.’ (plato.stanford.edu)

I want to stick to these two definitions of Phenomenology as I apply the body in poetry to this term.

The body in poetry can sometimes be used to represent or express what is happening internally with the ‘subject’ of the poem. The body can also represent what is happening externally. It is the relationship of subject and representation in poetry that can be linked  to phenomena and the body.

 

For example,

 

                                               (The body has become a physical interpretation for the                                                       decay of the city)

“The body breaks    

away with

the rubble of

the city”

(my own words)

(Body is representing phenomena in the outside                                                                      environment regardless if the expression and event are                                                      linked by action or not)

 

Second Example,

 

“Thunder rumbled above me,                  ( Here the outside event -phenomena- is linked                                                                         to the body, expressed in a reaction that can be                                                                       deciphered as either emotional or physical)

my body static with electricity,

 

vibrates.”

(my own words)

 

Another example that came to my mind, when I read the words phenomenology, body and poetry in the same sentence, was the ancient belief that there were gods that could control natural forces (i.e. Greek and Roman Mythology) and that if you pissed off the gods they would kill you (often by natural forces; earthquakes, floods, storms). So if I were to apply the same principles to poetry and the body it would be something like this,

phenomena/natural forces+body/response (internal/external)= poetry

I can also switch around ‘body’ with ‘gods’ and ‘phenomena’ with                                               ’emotions/expression/poetry’.

Overall, it depends entirely on what you want to do with the ‘body’ in a poem and how you want the ‘body’ to relate (either internally or externally) to the outside world (phenomena/natural forces) in this way the body has the ability of being both God and Human, either expressing how the God can manipulate the environment or vice versa.

 

Here’s another example that crossed my mind after thinking about Gods. The movie Carrie (1976) Directed by Brian De Palma, is about a teenage girl with psychic powers (imdb.com). Carrie as a body in a poem can directly influence her environment through phenomena and in another way the supernatural events that happen around Carrie can be related to phenomena affecting the body (the emotions of these events would be Poetry).

I am not sure if this last example really helps. In my mind I think of Gods and Poltergeists when I read about the study of Phenomenology. I think that a good literary example of how there is a close connection between poetry, body and phenomena would be ‘A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man‘ by James Joyce. Although it is often thought of as a difficult and dense text, it can be related to these subjects easily through an analysis of the technique and style that Joyce uses to tell the story of young Stephen Dedalus.

Well, tmbenjamin10 please let me know what you think of my response (if you get a chance to read this). I really appreciate your suggestion and Thank You for helping me contribute to NaPoMo!!!

 

sources: http://www.dictionary.com/browse/phenomena

https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/phenomenology/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074285/      (‘Carrie’ original story by Stephen King)


 

If you are reading this THANK YOU for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #2: Poetry

Context:

The weather recently in Salt Lake City has been rainy. April is usually a stormy month but is highlighted with a few sparse days with sunshine. Recently a new law was passed that will be in effect starting next year.

Today is a rainy day.


 

Thunder echoing back against the sky, the grey clouds heavy with

rain, with snow, with the salty sadness that permeates this place.

And the white stuck to the mountain tops slides down, running water

at trickling speeds. Can’t hear the rivers rushing but the gutter will

be full soon enough, of wrappers and cans floating in sandy water.

And the flashes of lightning striking down upon us will illuminate

and desecrate this ‘promise land’. Bitterness in my heart towards

the laws that keeps a boot on my neck, shoveling beliefs in my face that

were never mine. Waiting for the rain to come and wash this shit city

away, glittering on its pedestal of ‘righteousness’.  That rumor I heard

that church and state are two different things was a fucking lie. This wasn’t

supposed to be a rant, this wasn’t supposed to be vengeful but the anger

in my heart is  there, echoing back against the sky, the grey clouds heavy

with smiling oppression.


 

Working on this piece. It’s more of a response to Governor Gary Herbert’s recent law that was passed. Starting next year anything .05% and above on a breathalyzer test (less than one beer) will result in a DUI. Next to the ridiculously strict liquor laws in this state (among other things) SLC is city were church and state are so obviously not separate.

 

If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Notebook Excerpts #2: March 2017

Here is the second ‘Notebook Excerpts’ post. These bits are from the recently completed notebook from March 2017.

Thank you for reading!


key: + marks breaks in writing

+

The color fades from the sky, and

the hardest part is

letting go. Letting the sun set-completely-

I can’t do this.

+

There is an edge to the blade that makes it all the more appealing.

+

We’re disturbed by the quietness of the blood/the way in which it flows.

All these nights bury themselves against our pain.

+

The bitterness in my heart throbs every once in a while.

+

The sun is coming out-and the

body bathes in the light till

there is no light left.

And what do I do? To survive?

What do I do? For you, how is

that possible?

Am I cold, dislodged and

fallen apart?

I’m not sure.

+

Listening to the Robert Johnson record I got today.

“Best of” record. I am surprised by how much I know

all these songs. And I am again overwhelmed and bathing in his music.

His voice

The emotion behind it.

He doesn’t need a band/never did need one. He’s got it all with his

guitar.

-So Slick

(Delta Blues)

+

And these thoughts bubble in

my head. all that comes around,

you fade and follow me-into

the disillusioned mind.

+

The Knife that CUTS

the words that cling to

my dying body.

Mouth opens completely.

+


If you are reading this Thank YOU for taking time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you return in the future!

Thank you!

-Alina