Saturday, June 27, 2015

DNA



photo by Giles San Martin


The dump smells of all the things
we refuse
                                      the spoiled,
                                      broken,
                                      unwanted,
                                      replaced.

I practice holding my breath,
                                                inhale

too deep
                                                &  you  are sure
to vomit

sometimes        I forget.



50 comments:

  1. I have never gone that close to a dump really. I do wonder how long someone can hold their breath while in its fetid presence! I am sure it is a smell one does not easily forget.

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  2. Is this one of those cool cleave poems you were talking about the other day?

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    1. I did work a bit of a cleave in there at the end. Been a while since I did a full one, but I have sprinkled a bit of cleave into a couple of recent poems. Kinda like what you were talking about with vertical words.

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    2. Well, I love your poem. Especially your vertical connections. I will tell you more of what I see if I ever get a new keyboard. But it's not at all about a dump. It's about what's inside of us ... our "trash" ... and how we, and others, feel about it.

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    3. You are right, it is not just about a dump.

      What kinda computer do you need a keyboard for?

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    4. Ha. I refuse to use all the new gadgetry. I rarely text. I've never had an ipod or ipad or tablet or iphone. I'm old school, all the way baby ...until I have absolutely no choice.

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    5. Oh, and I love anagrams.

      "too deep to vomit sometimes" is my fave ... with "sometimes" being a noun

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  3. Funny how we remember how much we dislike the smell, but not what it smelled like. There are many many ghastly smells in this world, each one different. Not nice to forget to hold your breath though and, no matter what, we can never hold it long enough!

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    1. A dump will have literally millions of different DNAs from all the organisms living there, hence your title.

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  4. Authentic and excellent poem, a machine of meaning! Spiffy little device


    ALOHA
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^=


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  5. a lot of rubbish can pile up in life if we're not careful to remove it in time - i wish i had a rubbish removing machine and really could start each day on a clean slate springlawn with daisies spread all over it..smelling fresh and nice... i don't always manage...

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  6. it's no good becoming used to such rot because one can't hold breath forever...much better to remove & let go before becoming stale.....

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  7. garbage and refuse - so hard to hold our breath, maybe we should make sure there's less garbage.. After all it can be used before the rot,

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  8. We are great waste makers. Given this Eden to live in we seem intent on making it Hell!

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  9. What damage we humans have inflicted on the environment ;(

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  10. I have been to a dumping place, too high like a building ~ You are sure to vomit even from a distance ~ But do you know that there people making a living out of the trash & the unwanted ~ Its pitiful, but it is reality, sadly ~

    Happy Sunday ~

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  11. Oh my.. I can totally relate. Its best to hold our breath and make our way through as fast as possible! Well penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  12. It is a sad place and smells bad....

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  13. Sometimes we forget the 'dump' we live in until we see it through another eyes...doesn't make it any easier to change however - maybe because it is part of our DNA?

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  14. It's really can be as with jokes....you know like in one anecdote: just mentioning № of the joke people started to laugh ...the same here with smell...memory of smell...and some are very sensitive than other...oh..really encoded in DNA.

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  15. luv the pivot on the word 'refuse'; what we refuse becomes refuse.

    have a nice Sunday

    much love

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  16. great observation. i wonder though if there will come a time when we will all be considered "dump".

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  17. As with a literal dump, there is a surface to this and then there is also a deeper level! Both hold meaning. Really well written.

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  18. Refuse, anything and everything that are dumped when recycled are useful again. It is not all rotten after all! Good lines X!

    Hank

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  19. A lot to think about in this one. DNA will remain to testify about our culture of throwing people, things in fact all of earth - away. I think we need to inhale the truth.

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  20. sometimes we forget the trash we leave behind.. and in the end it makes us breathless.

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  21. Proof that a poet can create a poem out of anything. Well done, an intriguing layout of words on the page.

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  22. Dumps are the stuff of nightmares. Before our last great move, across the country, I made many, many trips. The smell, of course, is disgusting. But visions of "the bears" (LITERALLY!!!) are seared into my memory. Good writing ... you certainly captured the stomach-churning ambiance of the place.

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  23. Oh that sickly sweet scent of rotting garbage...the abandoned...I used to smell that living in the city in summer or behind a trash truck.

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  24. This is hilarious if it's really about how married people handle each other's potty activities. :) Of course, another layer is about romantic break-ups. And then maybe there's a new person who may swoon over you in the early stages but won't always see you as perfect. Being in love is an invention of the mind, but it's so hot when you manage to create it --- even if it only lasts for a short time. Everyone ends up discarded at some point, right?

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  25. We all carry a bit of trash around with us...some things need to be dumped and some can be recycled if a bit of time and effort are put forth. How many broken people, how many hearts torn in the name of love. That foul odor that lingers in the air when all is said and done.

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  26. Once we become aware of our situation in life, only then can we change it. Really enjoyed this today. Nice writing :)

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  27. Interesting blank spaces..is it supposed to read both ways?

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  28. Indeed go look:For Problems X it will stink, such is the way we have created, shame on us! luv this X

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  29. Refuse indeed. It's not easy to hold your breath long enough to get past that smell.

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  30. Yes refuse and refuse its great to explore the the dual meaning. Well written.

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  31. I should have written a few poems when I'm out on a dump run! I dig your gritty work!

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  32. I found this so sad...all those poor, unwanted items that once were cherished!
    What happened to change things so much...and why does it happen with people too?

    Deep and thought-provoking...this is fabulous!

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  33. Our trash, not easy to own..... It would be good. If we could start fresh ...sad.

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  34. This to me smacked of separation and desperation. It made me think of irreconcilable differences. It was a powerful piece. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  35. I see a little bit of a temper tantrum along the left margin. The breath holding comes across as doing so in an effort to get one's way, like a child. I also see "I forget my breath" ... ooh, and then "holding, I forget my breath." Then there are a number of possibilities in the "inhale & you are sure" mini-poem, depending on how you arrange the words and how you interpret the spaces. I'm not really sure what you're trying to say, but you did just remind me of the band Erasure.

    "Sometimes I vomit too deep." That really hurts.

    I love that beautiful rectangle you created with the "white" space.

    The list of discards you mentioned does this with the first letters read downside-up: rubt ... which logically equals "rubbed." "My breath rubbed the things," maybe.

    The beginnings of the first two lines squiggle around to make "wet refuse." And since you're stacking homophones ("to" and "too") along the left side, my head thinks there should also be a "two" nearby to complete it. But I'll survive without it, I suppose.

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  36. So nice... It made me think about the unwanted memories and bitterness that we store in our minds as well

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  37. Seems they won't let me back in under my out of sight, so i had to create a new blog, stupid stupid stupid google, I can't stay away: new blog: you better change your visitor or add this: http://iamlwithoutyou.blogspot.ca/

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  38. Post something to cheer me up when you can ;) although I'm glad to be back, hell I'll live in a box and bum money for coffee

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  39. new blog now called: http://photographl.blogspot.ca/

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  40. Refuse / refuse ~~ brilliant!

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  41. I refuse 2 give up on humanity ... wishing you a guuud 4th of July week end, friend ... Love, cat.

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