Anytime my friend - in marble halls or hilltop malls. (Thanks for the support..I could see my motive my have been misconstrued..but I'm just playin' today).
Wow, so very creative, and bang on Dada, baby! Short but not overly sweet. I always have difficulty, as well you know, keeping my efforts poetically down to one stanza; is verbosity addictive, or am I just a reformed poetic whore spreading the word?
Every time I read about a red balloon with a will of its own I'm brought back to my childhood.. but why have I never thought of this in this context before...?-
I reference red balloons in lots of my work. The movie "The Red Balloon" affected me - and I can't say why. It was very dada though with almost no language but building a vocabulary of its own as it flew around Paris.
Wonderful collage of words, rhymes and images - it really made me smile. I too loved that film - I haven't seen it for years, but your picture reminded me, even before I read your poem. Thank you for the memory.
It seems to me that most of the things mentioned in the poem are doing something they're not supposed to be doing ... except the keys. So that's where my brain starts spinning. I think the keys are clanking, trying to find the right one to open an apartment door. The crows are two people who spend one careless night together before she (the red balloon) has to sail back home. I see the rattling ribbons as a mixture of innocence and snakes (sin). This seems simple, but I see a lot of depth, sadness, and longing in this as well.
Wow..deep, and cool. I love LOVE that explication. I suppose you could add a bullied little boy, the lack of playgrounds in Montmartre, the dark at the top of the stairs.
Not sure...like the comments I'm leaving today - just sort of winging it. (smiles) Thanks a lot for commenting and coming by!
I like the sound here and the wild 'seeming' mismatch of words - ribbons-rattle; swans - stumble. I know there is a poetic term for it but I can't recall the term now. And I guess, that kind of mismatch makes one pay more attention to the words.
Yes, you did make me think of the film. Very dreamy quality to this, like the play of caps and smalls... Trying not to overcomplicate things, just enjoy.
of course it does...ha...love the flow of this....the sounds
ReplyDeleteand nice play with caps, it adds a bit of its own rhythm to it...
red balloon,
Deletebeggar me, sew eye
conjoin ewe
Anytime my friend - in marble halls or hilltop malls. (Thanks for the support..I could see my motive my have been misconstrued..but I'm just playin' today).
Deleteoh nice... i wanna go back to paris...smiles... haven't had the chance yet to tango with the crows you know..smiles
ReplyDeleteI'd like to hang on that red balloon and fly higher than those crows!
ReplyDeleteI like the combination of fonts, pictures and words. Nice that you chose Paris, of course.
ReplyDeleteWow, so very creative, and bang on Dada, baby! Short but not overly sweet. I always have difficulty, as well you know, keeping my efforts poetically down to one stanza; is verbosity addictive, or am I just a reformed poetic whore spreading the word?
ReplyDeleteAnother proof of your versatility, Gay. Tossing in the red balloon there at the end was a delight to me. Great job with the sound aspect of dada.
ReplyDeleteOf all the animals doing things in here, I like the crows and balloons best.
ReplyDeleteEvery time I read about a red balloon with a will of its own I'm brought back to my childhood.. but why have I never thought of this in this context before...?-
ReplyDeleteI reference red balloons in lots of my work. The movie "The Red Balloon" affected me - and I can't say why. It was very dada though with almost no language but building a vocabulary of its own as it flew around Paris.
ReplyDelete...ah, the movie The Red Balloon....quite the shtick here, absolutely perfect example of dadaism...great collage!
ReplyDeleteWonderful collage of words, rhymes and images - it really made me smile. I too loved that film - I haven't seen it for years, but your picture reminded me, even before I read your poem. Thank you for the memory.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving the collages of words and visuals.
ReplyDeleteI love it a lot. :)
Very creatively done Gay - the format, the sounds and red balloon ending ~
ReplyDeleteYour play with the big caps and syllables give it a jazzy beat.
ReplyDeleteIt seems to me that most of the things mentioned in the poem are doing something they're not supposed to be doing ... except the keys. So that's where my brain starts spinning. I think the keys are clanking, trying to find the right one to open an apartment door. The crows are two people who spend one careless night together before she (the red balloon) has to sail back home. I see the rattling ribbons as a mixture of innocence and snakes (sin). This seems simple, but I see a lot of depth, sadness, and longing in this as well.
ReplyDeleteWow..deep, and cool. I love LOVE that explication. I suppose you could add a bullied little boy, the lack of playgrounds in Montmartre, the dark at the top of the stairs.
DeleteNot sure...like the comments I'm leaving today - just sort of winging it. (smiles) Thanks a lot for commenting and coming by!
I like the sound here and the wild 'seeming' mismatch of words - ribbons-rattle; swans - stumble. I know there is a poetic term for it but I can't recall the term now. And I guess, that kind of mismatch makes one pay more attention to the words.
ReplyDeleteYes, you did make me think of the film. Very dreamy quality to this, like the play of caps and smalls... Trying not to overcomplicate things, just enjoy.
ReplyDeletewonderful use of the onomatopoeic words and alliterations...love the sound and visuals here...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image and words..:)
ReplyDeleteVery innovative Gay! Lovely way to be reminded of Paris!
ReplyDeleteHank
I like this... the caps... the sounds...the pop of red for emphasis
ReplyDeleteLoved it. C'est si bon!
ReplyDeleteI wanna see swans stumble....love this :-)
ReplyDeletemakes perfect sense to me...
ReplyDeleteWise men walk, beggars fly, why???
ReplyDeleteWell, why not?
Love the whimsical nature of this.