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- This is why hard copy is still essential. Somebody posted the 211th chorus to the web & several subsequent postings just grabbed it without checking the original. It reads: Poor! I wish I was free / of that slaving meat wheel / and safe in heaven dead
Kerouac's small "o" for "of" moves along better than your capital O; but there's a HUGE difference between "the" slaving meat wheel and Kerouac's "that" slaving meat wheel. Try it out vocally!
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Read more →Kerouac's small "o" for "of" moves along better than your capital O; but there's a HUGE difference between "the" slaving meat wheel and Kerouac's "that" slaving meat wheel. Try it out vocally!
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- From guest Gunner Deery (contact)
I'm sure, but would love to see a study, that the wheel of the quivering meat conception is a reference to the wheel of samsara and the process of entrapment by conscious beings, ie not plants but animals. Aka meat. Since it is our everyday consciousness that causes us affliction and suffering, according to buddhism, the gnashing everywhere in consciousness throughout all of our conceptual scheme of spatial temporal relationships is another fitting metaphor for that which enslaves us to the wheel of the quivering meat conception
Read more →I'm sure, but would love to see a study, that the wheel of the quivering meat conception is a reference to the wheel of samsara and the process of entrapment by conscious beings, ie not plants but animals. Aka meat. Since it is our everyday consciousness that causes us affliction and suffering, according to buddhism, the gnashing everywhere in consciousness throughout all of our conceptual scheme of spatial temporal relationships is another fitting metaphor for that which enslaves us to the wheel of the quivering meat conception
- From guest Brittany D (contact)
I'm not sure I understand this one, other than maybe he hates being part of the normal life cycle... He wants to die. I rather like all those animals, and I appreciate life. I'm not sure I comprehend his meanings.
Read more →I'm not sure I understand this one, other than maybe he hates being part of the normal life cycle... He wants to die. I rather like all those animals, and I appreciate life. I'm not sure I comprehend his meanings.
- From guest Volkan GÜLÜM (contact)
Does the poet praises a universal being or a universal culture or what can be said humanity? I feel I can not touch the slightest meaning in this great poem. "From supermicroscopic no-bug To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell Illuminating the sky of one Mind"
Read more →Does the poet praises a universal being or a universal culture or what can be said humanity? I feel I can not touch the slightest meaning in this great poem. "From supermicroscopic no-bug To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell Illuminating the sky of one Mind"
SweetMadness - This is one of my favorites. I kind of understand how he feels.
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Nice poem
I personally found this poem HILARIOUS!
Understand, I recognize fully the meat of this piece to be the futility of existence- and it was worded brilliantly- but I’m a songwriter, you see. And to songwriters, the Chorus is the “hook” of the song. And, in theory, the more hooks that you write, the wiser you become. So when your title announces “211th Chorus”, I’m picturing myself as some elderly gent ranting this piece while sitting on a park bench, wild-eyed and maniacally throwing chunks of bread at pigeons, not caring at all about what the human passerby think of these self-held truths that I’m spitting (basically at no one in particular). Please don’t misinterpret my comment as a negative. Had I found your piece uninteresting, I wouldn’t have commented at all. As it turns out, however, this is the longest review that I’ve written here by far, so… thank you for making my day! And yes, you’ve truly nailed the tragic inevitability of existence. (Much funnier, though, from the perspective of some old crotchety dude in a park pelting pigeons with dough, eh?)
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