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NOSFERATU

NOSFERATU
And she said

“On the wings of Night
he came to me once more.
with dread I willingly
bore my breast to his cold caress
as I had done before

I fell into fever’s delusion.
My blood began to flow
and we became as one.
A sudden thrust
and my womb was seized
by the fire of his seed
in painful ecstasy.

Day put an end
to night’s gentle savagery.
And I was lost
to this world and to the next.

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See link below: A Freudian analysis of hysteria in Bram Stoker's "Dracula". digitool.fcla.edu/dtl_publish/11/14997.html The Victorian author of Dracula, Bram Stoker, probably had some knowledge of these contemporary studies by Freud. Nevertheless, he seemed unaware that
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Just beautiful! In content and execution! I love it ALL!!!

always, Cat (& eddy)

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When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Thank you, Cat. Not my "usual" poetry. New themes but not comfortable with them yet.

joe

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:45 pm Post subject: Nosferatu

Nosferatu,
how sad a vile creature
of the long lonely night
you are,
a pestilence of death
you seek rivers of blood
in your desolation the
weight of human despair
heavy on your back,
and so you fly like a bat
out of hell,
you drown your sorrow
in dying wives, as you
bleed them a little at a time,
return for more
unafraid of the crucifix over their
still-beating heart, there is no mirror to set
you free
there is no coffin to take you home.

~Anna

Go deep Joe. Go deep.

~

This is damn good! I can't go any deeper. I am lucky I got ths far. Trying new themes.
joe

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In your youth you must have
been wild
maybe,
perhaps only
sought after ,
not that perhaps ,you ain't now
maybe, your illness doesn't that much allow...
perhaps only ...

loved

I said I was sick, not dead.:)

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understandable sir
i am dead wrong
to you so stir

loved

Who said Iwas angry ?. ON THE CONTRARY. This is a standard "joke" I use. Angry for sucha wonderful comment? Neve/ I apolgize to you for the misunderstanding, my good and dear friend.
joe

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You are a wonder

I always and usually blunder,
for I speak white,
as white
and call black a color
but rarely use it,
as my heart is red
and glad,
I 'm still being read...
ere I'm dead...

loved

In any case, Joe. The title is misspelled and your "my good and dear friend" is not lost on you. I suppose we're back to square one. You only consider 'good and dear friends" those who don't expect more from you. For God's
sake man, you're a linguist and a man of literature and culture. Your poetry could exemplify that.

That's why I say 'go deeper'. Tell me, did your students love you? Will they remember you? Think that we are your students and what you write makes us *feel* with you, or doesn't...leaves us wanting a more intimate relationship......

This poem is not bad, I just think if you went deeper into yourself, you would reach that treasure-trove. Unless you really are *superficial*, which I can't imagine to be true. Now have I given you more ammunition to complain to the AEC when all I'm trying to do is help you break out of your self-imposed shell?

~A

~A

Thank you, Anna, I will fix the title.

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around there..there was a making of the making of the movie,
"movie" starring William Dufoe which was pretty good
Ive seen bits and peices of the original nineteen twenties
footage and on the old ontario television program at night
they would roll art films now and then on the screen with
discussion afterward...Everyone I know pretty much has read
the book or watched the movie/s and I have indeed seen
a lot of work about Vlad the Impaler...what is interesting is to
see modern footage of these countries in travel documentaries
and the ancient time locked structures and topographies that
lend itself to legend...I can just imagine what it would have been
in Victorian Times and to be exposed to the thinking from the
psychoanalysts of the day....We had during stormy nights and
power outages lanters we would light and we would gather
about the kitchen table watching the dark kitchen window running
with rain and the flashs of lightening with the bent trees The
echos of the house without the refridgerator running or the
electric motor oil furnace and blower in the basement or the little
piston pump that droned away when the pressure went down
The lighting of the lamps the flashlights and the echos in
the quiet home revealed what a different element of existance
would be like..Throw in a millenium of legends myths superstitions
and oral history real and imagined and hard pressed to forget
and Nosferatu would have been a most heavy subject
and even more with the advent of modern motion pictures open
to the public Not just a private theatre members only

twenties were pretty hip Neon and decadance before the crash
and then that dark ancient old story like a cold shadow

I like your take much on it Joe
the view of lack of coffin
the taking of his affection or desire or what ever
and her feeling and or observation on the event

the attraction to the male psyche "beast"
and the womans sexual power

very dramatic thinking in a mostly male dominated
world of its time

I like this poem very much
it has drawn me back in time for
thought about much

maybe I should read Dracula now!

Thank You

Thanks! Try ro see German silent film [1922 ?]

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A sudden thrust
and my womb was seized
by the fire of his seed
in painful ecstasy.

this is willingness
hence consensual
no offense
on anyone's part...
hence understandable

loved

Yes.Very wel explained.

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thanks

loved

seized with Nosferatus powers but able to rationaly handle
the situation and through sacrifice destroys the beast after
reading up on it...turns away all that the beast has
for her husbands stability and humble servitude to the
state and his god...but she does submit.. that was a change
for the most part in popular culture
days of the wild west women were issued pistols to use
when the wagon trains were surrounded by wild savages
filled with blood lust Not for defense but to contain their
honour and commit suicide sparing themselves the horrors
of rape )although scalping a white practise introduced was
accepted too( many were taken back to be trained as slaves
Ive read that this book Nosferatu was written in 1887 around
the same time the west was being enslaved..I mean tamed

Mans great drive and rese rve of light and darkness and choice
is great a most powerful Theme Joe!

How easily Mankind gives into the dark or forbidden side of his/her nature.

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Narcissism
as requested earlier too
please kindly do...

loved

ok

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