Owed to the Daddy Long-legs

Owing nothing to the banisters,

Stopping to breed and breathe the hot air,

Radiators, insanity, mathematics,

-A handful of bumble-bees,

Stingers replaced with warm irons.

 

Crawl on hands, knees,

Dreams are blurred waterfall visions,

Landscapes crumble around us,

Emulating god and outbreak:

ART

IS

DEAD

Tonight I dine with convention,

I film the screws turning,

I used a child’s vocabulary,

And spat tradition into the wishing well,

Wishing ill,

I owe all to you,

Crawling on the wall,

-A mystic in bad company.

Reviews

[Beau Maysey]

I feel like this poem would be amazing if I only understood its meaning.
Perhaps this is a stream of consciousness? Or from the daddy long legs perspective at first before changing?
Why does it change POV from 'us' to 'I'?
Why is art dead in this context?
Why mathematics?

[k.d. taylor]

This poem, ultimately, is about the marriage of perception and science/mathematics. And you proved the poems point. People have become too knowledgeable to live in the moment and just experience things as they are. I used the Daddy-Longleg for imagery, but any animal or insect will due, since they haven't got a care in the world about art or math or scientific explanations of the trivially simple. Like Jim Morrison once said "Poetry doesn't have to make sense as long as it makes you feel something". As for POV, I'm just a wretched writer, haha.

[Beau Maysey]

Ohhhhh, I get it, this is an Imagism poem with a vague theme involving the disenchantment with technology, progress, and science. That's great; I'm glad my comment could help advance the poem's message. I feel bad having been caught in one of those situations where one searches for meaning feverishly in a poem that's been made for art's sake. This poem is a good marriage of creativity and craftiness, and I enjoy that.
True to my word, I like this poem even more now that i realize its purpose- Yet that is its support to the fact that we look for reason and order in the beautiful world around us.
Great job- Your poem did exactly what you were looking for it to do :3