Thursday, December 31, 2020
Dramaticus Blues
THANKSGIVING
2018
Thursday, November 22
Illustrations,
Annunzio Coulardeau, aka Hallah
The unnamed character in this long poem is
trying to follow what is happening in his mind after the accident after he fell
to the ground unconscious when trying to get back up after tying up his shoe.
He is entirely locked up in his own self and he is even seeing himself from
outside himself, he is the watcher, and the watchee is there lying on the
sidewalk and then later on suffering on a hospital bed.
The trauma is deep and brutal and he may have
lost his own mind at some time in this descent into pain, the worst pain being
that he was no longer the master of himself, and yet he fought for some
revival, some responsibility, for some modesty if not bashfulness. Suffering
from being unable to hide, and passing water became an ordeal and he had to do
it in spite of all.
This unnamed character is trying to follow the
strings that are within his reach, trying to re-emerge from this deep traumatic
cesspool in which he is some kind of floating half-rotten piece of wood that is
losing its substance, impregnated with muddy water as it is. He pulls these
strings. They resist. Yet he has to get out of the soup in which he is dissolving.
In his post-traumatic pain and corrugation, he
tries not to get lost in translation as if he would be transmuted into some
vaporous smog in a lightless empty void, floating fleshlessly and mindlessly.
Some recollections resonate in his brain, torturing his desire to just pass
away with the challenge to stand up and howl at his fear, his angst, his
apprehensive revulsion. Going down the road feeling bad in the midnight hour
when pushing the Dreadful Gate open.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
More than dramatic poetry
Pathetic and diabolical
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