In these prisons of moral order The madman bears his stigmata. Stakes irons, dungeons and prisons Had sought to destroy the poor, The vagabond, The unemployed And we are but madmen In our poverty. In the house of Saint-Louis The history of unreason Waits uncradeled in its cell of deception! Only Beggar’s hold the true meaning Of a second rebellion against god! They hold no moral duty to their state Which in its religious piety Hold men in approaching redemption.
At first i didn't quite understand, but once you read it out loud is sort of takes on a form and suddenly it made complete sense to me and i was really impressed! I think thats really good! Honestly, not because i am biased. But because i think thats really good!
It happens to everyone on here....I don't think these new boards hold as many threads to a page either...maybe that's just my impression....so things disappear off the page real quick... Anyway your poem.... I keep coming back to it. I don't like myself when I read it because I know it's trying to tell me something and I'm obviously too dumbass to figure it out. So basically I don't get it, but feel I should. It uses powerful imagery, of dungeons and vagabonds - very feudal images, and assume with that you're making a comment on contemporary society....if this is the case then I'm not comfortable with "religious piety" unless you go on to explain the nature of the contemporary "religion" (consumerism, greed....immorality, secularism,...whatever) So having moaned you got no comments you probably didn't want that one, so apologies. Any light you could shed on the message, why you wrote it and what inspired it would help my poor little brain immensely....
ahh no, thats exactly what im looking for to be honest, constructive! right the religious piety is religious institutions using religion to lock sane people up. The government once used this religious piety to lock up the poor. anyone that didnt work, was considered in rebelion against god, where infact that were simply beggers or whatever, though no fault of their own but rather through the governements, who kept the poor poor, and then locked them up because of it. i guess its about hypocracy and a comment that current states are using religion as a political tool
wow how this teases the very ideas of human reason. how we live with such divide such a confinement in life many pained by the higher power... many to stand stronge. thank you for posting love n peace from saff keep writing..
I didn't quite understand it at first but now when I've read that, I thin I understand it. I think it's very good, kinda sad that these things happen nowadays, though (not in the same way, but you get what I mean). Good job, Borut P.S.:Yea, threads on that forum dissapear quite quick.
Ok, thanks Spyder...I think I was making it too complicated! It makes more sense now...And coming back just now it struck me how good the title was...play on The Great Escape and all that....
see what I mean about my making things to complicated all the time.... The Great Confinement, with the way it is capitalised, brought to mind the film The Great Escape, in the sense that in the film Steve McQueen and co attempt to escape the oppression of the P.O.W camp, both the physical confinement, and the symbolic lack of liberty represented by their Nazi captors in the "mini-state" they are living in.... of course although they escape the physical boundaries of their confinement, they are ultimately doomed (apart from Steve McQueen, because, well, he's American) to failure. I thought you were playing with this to symbolise that there is no escape from the confinement of a hypocritical oppression.
interesting, as its not the purpose of the poem, but im glad that it expresses that to people! because the purpose of poetry is to express something to someone, and all translation is equaly as valid
It's the quote which is better than the poem itself. Just kidding, but it was really well said, worth to be saved! But then, I tend to save some sentences, like when I'm reading some poetry, searching the web, reading a book, whatever. Not many sentences are selected, though, so feel special.
