SAD FANCIES FRET MY MIND
a prose poem by
ROBERT DAVIDSON
Last night I was beat up in a fistfight standing outside the local simply because people have trouble tolerating. People cannot live with one another and having lost moorings I attempt to live escapist-fantasy spending life surfing gothic net sites watching TV news getting bad doses of excess reality. The world as I see it is silly-serious offering zany visions of terror and atrocity while smiling politicians make promises and war and holy clerics preach love and jihad. I am left with such slipperiness of meaning and being deprived of real life gives the shivers. Overcome by the fecklessness of everything I stumble fumble in a world stripped of meaning with fantastic fancies of a mind lost amid the dark frets of antidotal faiths. Outside the pub a bus explodes.
A bomb is a bomb is a fiery bomb on sharp edges of fear the world reeling reacts giddily spinning like a spun wheel amid debris of glass breakage and twisted metal as blue police pop up like mushrooms in the night gunning dead the wrong man running towards the station their guns blazing like red brands burning breaking the sharp edges of my brain while the sad world explodes explodes and explodes in a fiery spinning blaze.
Copyright 2006
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Comments
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Reality, especially nowadays, can be more disturbing than fiction. I'll give you that. I liked the way you were able to bring forth such dark images with this.
The second paragraph had a better flow and rhythm than the first. It feels a bit like you mixed ideas with this though.
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Nicely written. It flowed nicely and was nice and short but I have to agree with Andy.
Thanks for entering though.
Keep up the great work
Emma
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Well, I like this a lot.
However, this contest is for those with no trophies and I notice that you have several. It is important to read the rules to have a better chance of winning. In this case the title should have been enough, "Trophyless Only!!!". Anyway I decided to read your story and it is quite good and quite short.
Andy

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Love the Title!
Holy hell! This is absolutely fantastic! (How can anyone not get it?) I love the imagery - especially the blue police popping up like mushrooms
Your entire piece is filled with fantastic imagery - you are such a talent! I @#$%^$ love it!
And isn't it the truth? It's turning into a sick, sad, world..
(show off!)


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Lolz good job this was different and short but good.
I wish you luck, this will be hard to judge
Lady Madeline. -
very interreating i liked this alot good job and god bless
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interesting...
interesting entry you have given me. sorry to say, i wasnt into the prose poem. at the beginning of the story..."Last night I was beat up in a fistfight standing outside the local simply because people have trouble tolerating"...outside the local what? after that you have giving me great sarcastic facts. then a bus explodes...that was weird. out of nowhere a bus exploded...that s great last sentence of the first paragraph that should hook me to the poem. the last paragraph...is about the bomb and the police that is running after the wrong man...its a run-on sentence that is a paragraph. didnt really make sense without some commas and a period. overall the poem is all right. thanks for entering my contest.
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