POETRY – And This is the Poem by Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic, MFA, renowned Canadian philosopher and writer.
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And This is the Poem
And the man originated the poem, again.
God be with him. And the man, who began a poem, heard a woman. And woman was crying for help. And the man left the poem and helped. And woman left the man to render thanks. And from the first row of the choir, woman shouted to herd: “I am smiling again!” And woman is announcing festivity, again. Praise the Lord! And the chuckling horde saw reflection of the man’s blissfulness in her frothed tears. And the herd ranted to the misguided and the deceived: “You go, girl!” And woman is hearing lustiness, again. Praise the Lord! And woman opened a new page with old voices in a common environment. And moist man was soundlessly passing the odor of the disforested mountain in the abandonee. And rumbling height was seeing woman’s dust in the uncut eye of the man. And woman is feeling urgency, again. Praise the Lord! And identical woman was begging for equivalent help. And the man heard the snake in sheep’s clothing. And unaffected man closed the zipper at the page of the certitude. And the snake undressed herself in the mirror of woman. And woman was peeling off the skin to help the mountain of trees. And from the last row of the sky, mountains shrieked with the womanishly sweet slang: “I am smiling again!” And woman is scenting merriment, again. Praise the Lord! And the extinct horde saw reflection of the man’s life that they never closed. And the page opened at woman’s insides within the story of the clearance volume. And woman of many voices swam in custody of the expansion slot, the environmental crowd minced: “You go, girl!” And woman is savouring distinction, again. Praise the Lord! And the last sentence could be the would-be: if in this poem the man is not writing a poem. And woman is not reading the man, again. Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, for He is Good. Save the poem! |
And the man originated the poem, again.
God be with him. And the man, who began a poem, heard a woman. And woman was crying for help. And the man left the poem and helped. And woman left the man to render thanks. And from the first row of the choir, woman shouted to herd: “I am smiling again!” And woman is announcing festivity, again. Praise the Lord! And the chuckling horde saw reflection of the man’s blissfulness in her frothed tears. And the herd ranted to the misguided and the deceived: “You go, girl!” And woman is hearing lustiness, again. Praise the Lord! And woman opened a new page with old voices in a common environment. And moist man was soundlessly passing the odor of the disforested mountain in the abandonee. And rumbling height was seeing woman’s dust in the uncut eye of the man. And woman is feeling urgency, again. Praise the Lord! And identical woman was begging for equivalent help. And the man heard the snake in sheep’s clothing. And unaffected man closed the zipper at the page of the certitude. And the snake undressed herself in the mirror of woman. And woman was peeling off the skin to help the mountain of trees. And from the last row of the sky, mountains shrieked with the womanishly sweet slang: “I am smiling again!” And woman is scenting merriment, again. Praise the Lord! And the extinct horde saw reflection of the man’s life that they never closed. And the page opened at woman’s insides within the story of the clearance volume. And woman of many voices swam in custody of the expansion slot, the environmental crowd minced: “You go, girl!” And woman is savouring distinction, again. Praise the Lord! And the last sentence could be the would-be: if in this poem the man is not writing a poem. And woman is not reading the man, again. Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, for He is Good. Save the poem! |
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· Poem & Photographs: Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic / All rights reserved 2017.
Copyright © Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic ·
Copyright © Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic ·
Last updated on September 6, 2018.
Published by Urban Book Circle on December 8, 2017 Urban Book Circle® (UBC) |
· Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic – photos by Djuradj “George” Vujcic / All rights reserved 2017.
Copyright © Djuradj “George” Vujcic ·
Copyright © Djuradj “George” Vujcic ·
· Photo of Samuel Beckett’s bookshelf in the study of his apartment at the Boulevard St Jacques in Paris
courtesy of John Minihan / All rights reserved 1985. Copyright © John Minihan ·
courtesy of John Minihan / All rights reserved 1985. Copyright © John Minihan ·
· Edited by Djuradj “George” Vujcic, Jefimija “Mia” Vujcic, Danijela Kovacevic Mikic,
Deidre McAuliffe and Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic ·
· Design & Artwork by Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic and Djuradj “George” Vujcic ·
· Illustrated by Sarah Riordan and Deidre McAuliffe ·
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· Design & Artwork by Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic and Djuradj “George” Vujcic ·
· Illustrated by Sarah Riordan and Deidre McAuliffe ·
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