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Mute Noon

Orgone Hair at Mute Noon

Your hair braids in the hallucinatory hour,
fused in night’s negativa and Novalis’ blue flower.
This is her lectern, lettered by her girl’s oak initials, 
There is a new form in her stanzaic toss of lexical marigold!
This is her hair alchemical tassle ladder her
Her hair parts in pyrite aeons
But amen announce the birdcall of her oratory
What will she instruct in the next pregnant pauses of her mute noon
In the halved ochre patches of evening light
on the pitching mound the border near her first life in the outfield
Mother woven over time’s stored Daylight ,
Amen announce her split birdcall her papryi syllabus
Your gorged platinum in transits of shade
Here one made manifest, marigold maeanad,
Her maternal ides like a silk C-note 
Eyes stilled tallow, irradiate, in the total recall
of one shock’s refractory tempest.
Her locks burn in a nameless rite in Oscar Romero near Riverside Drive
like an orgone box’s ouroborous oxidation
like Goethe’s theory of light
eyes in submarinal transit,
Spinning at a still point with Grecian hollows.
I will burn your hair as a smoking appeasement to the Great God Jesus
Your roulette of rose domes, sparkler forget me nots 
these beads raining in intention
of echoing decades 
of noumenal atom, 
hail of love’s laudanum.

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neopoet

3 months 1 week ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem exhibits a dense, imagistic style, layering references from alchemy (“alchemical tassle ladder”), literature (“Novalis’ blue flower,” “Goethe’s theory of light”), and religious ritual (“Amen announce the birdcall,” “Great God Jesus,” “Oscar Romero”). The language is lush and at times baroque, with a tendency toward neologism and compound imagery (“stanzaic toss of lexical marigold,” “orgone box’s ouroborous oxidation”). The poem’s syntax is often elliptical, creating a dreamlike, incantatory effect that resists straightforward narrative.

The poem’s central motif—hair—serves as a connective tissue, shifting from the personal (“your hair braids”) to the mythic (“marigold maeanad,” “maternal ides”). Hair becomes a site of transformation, memory, and ritual, as in “I will burn your hair as a smoking appeasement.” This recurring image is effective in generating a sense of continuity amid the poem’s associative leaps.

The poem’s strengths lie in its ambitious reach and willingness to juxtapose disparate registers (alchemy, sports, religion, literature). However, the density of allusion and the frequent syntactic inversions at times obscure the poem’s emotional stakes. For example, lines such as “Her hair parts in pyrite aeons / But amen announce the birdcall of her oratory” are evocative but risk losing the reader in abstraction. Similarly, the proliferation of adjectives and modifiers (“gorged platinum in transits of shade,” “roulette of rose domes, sparkler forget me nots”) can overwhelm the imagery, making it difficult to discern the poem’s core movement or argument.

The poem’s sense of time is fluid, moving from “mute noon” to “ochre patches of evening light,” and referencing “her first life in the outfield” and “Mother woven over time’s stored Daylight.” This temporal layering contributes to the poem’s atmosphere but could benefit from more grounding detail to anchor the reader.

The poem’s engagement with ritual and transformation is compelling, particularly in the final lines, where the invocation of “noumenal atom” and “hail of love’s laudanum” gestures toward a metaphysical resolution. However, the poem might benefit from greater attention to pacing and clarity, allowing its strongest images and ideas more space to resonate.

Overall, the poem demonstrates a sophisticated command of language and a willingness to experiment with form and reference. Further revision could focus on clarifying the poem’s emotional through-line and paring back some of the more ornate language to allow the central images and themes to emerge more distinctly.

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Geezer

Geezer

3 months 1 week ago

Welcome...

to Neopoet, I have to agree with the AI on this one, the language is rich, without a clear statement of intent. ~ Geezer.

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