{"id":5295,"date":"2010-09-17T23:27:26","date_gmt":"2010-09-17T21:27:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5295"},"modified":"2010-09-17T23:27:26","modified_gmt":"2010-09-17T21:27:26","slug":"poems-by-stephen-r-killeen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5295","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Stephen R. Killeen"},"content":{"rendered":"

Phantoms.<\/strong><\/p>\n

grey ward phantoms rise and fall
\nto the melancholy drums of Do-Re-Madness–
\ncontempt for the structure, fear
\nfor the citadel, and immemorial confusion
\nfor the citizen all mingle like anarch steel
\ntill annealed into one;
\none collective annihilation existence,
\none mad ashen God above presiding.<\/p>\n

I slept with the writings of Antonin Artaud
\nfor months, hoping the purity of his terrible
\ngenius would seep into my dreams somehow,
\ndesirous of veins he wrote with, the pain
\nand cruelty he spoke into theatre,
\nall the difference his surreal pen writ.<\/p>\n

Natives of the Metropolis disturb
\nthe falling colours of the ethereal sunset,
\npast chain link fences and red brick,
\npast the faceless psychiatrist, nameless nurse,
\ninto the midnight that won’t perish,
\nnot even in my mind.<\/p>\n

Artaud, unforgiven man of virtual reality
\nI speak to you born decades later…
\nmechanical Time gone electronic,
\neven the dawn assimilated into terror:
\nMillennial men are all yesterday
\nand today’s still.<\/p>\n

Godless Gods wander silly halls, corridors
\nfull of tears; illusions, visions, nothing saddens
\nlike the bandaged ear van Gogh hospital smell
\non the Sunday without hope of release–
\nMusic is messiah in here;
\nI prattle the walls with words,
\nmachine gunning the mind as desperate bodies
\nfall to rest.<\/p>\n

Vincent’s Convulsions.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In a duel with Time
\nthe artist stepped through
\nmiscreants, slashed out legacies
\nof beauty, of fiery light,
\napparitions of navel colours
\nWheatfields suddenly rise
\nrhythmic like seas
\nCaf\u00e9s to invite the night
\nMad Irises and madder stars
\nhis consciousness exploding
\nforth beyond his sunflower grave
\na century later crows make us
\nseem nightmarishly dim
\nmake us listen with pause
\nto a divine ear
\nbrilliantly tuned in
\nto this world unturned
\na world never before expressed
\nWe imagine the mystic for whom
\nthe spiritual Imagination<\/p>\n

carries sailboats into seascapes
\nastonishes, tremors sensations
\nmemories of larks and gardens
\nwhite roses, harvests, asylums
\nstraw houses, walls of Haphephobia
\npurple-faced churches beating blue
\nwonder in ruins of empires
\nbuild heart’s pressures, birth
\nthe intraocular musician
\nenrage great provocations
\nof colours dangerous,
\nvisions brave, risking
\nTruths unspoken by coffins
\nburied by past painters of death
\nWritten by fevered eyes
\nof his seeing canvases
\nBeauty stalking Suns and stars
\nall spectrums impassioned
\nimpulses visually sounding
\nPure<\/p>\n

by the disease, light and dark
\nextremities found natural
\nLife is the crises of being
\nas a bruised Universe suffers
\nsupersedes ‘reality’ and all
\nits many sensory forms
\nof mirrorism, blanks of realism
\nInstead, van Gogh waged a war
\nfor the soul of everything
\nuncounted, whispered or screamed
\ninto the wilderness undisturbed
\nDepths of faces unexplored
\ntill the emotions of his portraits
\npossessed their true expressions
\nbeyond paints, beyond language
\nwrithing Cypresses, inescapable
\nreaching for those lunatic skies
\nForces
\nthat lay in wait for us all
\nThoroughly perilous conversations
\nWe’re meant to hear<\/p>\n

S.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I love you
\nI have always loved you
\nin ways inseparable
\nfrom the Universe
\nits glory, its beauty
\nIf you are mad you are mine
\nfor only ‘Sanity’ can I despise
\nwith any ill rejection
\nYou reveal yourself
\nwhen I admit my guilt
\nwhen I think beyond my Self
\nI am a convict
\nI have my convictions
\nWe are connected
\nYou cannot be destroyed
\nor mercilessly undone by Time
\nI feel you the way I experience
\nTruth
\nI dream you into being nightly
\nand awaken you softly
\nI can never sleep you away
\nI love you
\nI have always loved you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Phantoms. grey ward phantoms rise and fall to the melancholy drums of Do-Re-Madness– contempt for the structure, fear for the citadel, and immemorial confusion for the citizen all mingle like anarch steel till annealed into one; one collective annihilation existence, one mad ashen God above presiding.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[615,77],"tags":[1150,1123,621],"class_list":["post-5295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-28","category-english","tag-egophobia-28","tag-english","tag-stephen-r-killeen"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1np","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5295"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5296,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5295\/revisions\/5296"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}