plasticreality Posted February 8, 2005 Report Share Posted February 8, 2005 Detox from Vegas, escape from LA. Take trains into the past, and in mesas of trash, seek beauty. Botox won't help the truth. Lost in the desert to find yourself among the discards, and yet they're more advanced than our fossil consuming, cosmopolite society. Resentment bourne of class struggle. Underground percolation of deep-seated desires for eternity and the ever-more, never come to fruition. We are in the land of evaporating emptiness washed away by flash floods of reality. Quote Link to comment
Graeme Posted February 8, 2005 Report Share Posted February 8, 2005 Was the word "bourne" chosen deliberately, or should it be "born"? I looked up "bourne" and the definitions are all nouns: 1. A small stream; a brook 2. A destination; a goal 3. A boundary; a limit The first fits the talk of a flash flood further down and underground percolation, but the word "born" seems to fit the sentence better. :? Graeme Quote Link to comment
plasticreality Posted February 8, 2005 Author Report Share Posted February 8, 2005 yes, i meant to use "bourne." i was going for the stream reference but i also figured most people would understand its synonymity (in this poem) with "born". i wasn't sure anyone was gonna catch it, good on you. Quote Link to comment
blue Posted February 8, 2005 Report Share Posted February 8, 2005 :oops: I should've looked up "bourne" for the exact meanings. I took it for a typo for "born, to bear." Keep posting, plasticreality, I've seen some of your other poetry elsewhere. Quote Link to comment
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