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This landscape's flat
sunburnt, cold morning hat
Unreal truckwheels noised before me,
rarely gravelheel community road see
frightened surprise before they parted;
uneasy rush I fear they started
ten masked men in moving cartrunk
thwirling dust from vacant mindchunk

Unknown destination,
destruction's their deed
the road only knows who'll need to worry
the unreal anger of the leaving lorry



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The following comments are for "Leaving lorry"
by DrKilldare

Good one.
Came around to read your poems. Im impressed with the tempo and your style. The titles are also very good, easy to spot :)

( Posted by: Ingi [Member] On: July 13, 2004 )

Fastpaced fury
Racing abstracts flicker by at the edge of vision, particularly liked the two last lines.

( Posted by: paxelius [Member] On: July 13, 2004 )

LAND HO!
Should such slopes suffer sanctity sleeping, siding sleepwalkers? The sky is beginning to brooze, and we shall be forced to camp!

( Posted by: Codbeef [Member] On: July 15, 2004 )

Parody pastoral?
Read it aloud and feel the trembling awe fill you.

The clever rhythms can of course serve multiple meanings, but one major quality is, as I see it, that the words and sounds lead to quite concrete and comic associations about a menacing and aggressive landscape scene.

( Posted by: Lennart [Member] On: July 15, 2004 )

Thank you guys,
but : I have a question: What does it mean? Who is the victim of the leaving lorry?

( Posted by: DrKilldare [Member] On: July 15, 2004 )

Indeed
And who leaves on the lorry?

( Posted by: Lennart [Member] On: July 15, 2004 )

The road knows?
I find it peculiar that these two things are debatable. The poem says the road knows.

( Posted by: Ingi [Member] On: July 17, 2004 )

OK, Ingi Vest,
you're right, it says that the road knows. I must admit, my last comment was written in a moment of unclarity, and I think it's wrong for any author to add a comment, stating the question. "What does my poem mean?" It should be obvious and inherent that when you write a poem, you are, at the same time, asking any reader what they interpret the poems meaning to be. But still, I am not totally satisfied about the statement that the road only knows. It won't speak, the knowledge it keeps is hidden. And when it's revealed, it might be too late? So, if anyone has an opinion about this, I'd be glad to hear.

( Posted by: DrKilldare [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )

True.
True to the above. My comment was meant as a mildly humourous reaction to the questions posed by both you and Lennart since I find them impossible to answer. The piece is abstract, each to his own, in my head. And I had a good read!

( Posted by: Ingi [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )





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