Friday, July 4, 2014

The Whole Place

The Solipsist
By Troy Jollimore

Don't be misled:
that sea-song you hear
when the shell's at your ear?
It's all in your head.

That primordial tide—
the slurp and salt-slosh
of the brain's briny wash—
is on the inside.

Truth be told, the whole place,
everything that the eye
can take in, to the sky
and beyond into space,

read the rest here

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Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe is our Poetry Friday round-up host today.

11 comments:

Irene Latham said...

Yes, we have to work hard for that inner awareness, don't we? Thank you for the poem, Tabatha. Hope you have a great day!

LInda Baie said...

Well, I've never heard of Procrustes, & now I've learned something about adjustment, in the brain perhaps? Thanks Tabatha, glad you made it back before Arthur! Happy Holiday!

Tara Smith said...

That primordial tide—
the slurp and salt-slosh
of the brain's briny wash—
is on the inside.

I think I need to spend some time inside this stanza - listening to this tide.

Author Amok said...

This poem has a different take on the "we are stardust" theme. The pragmatic voice was appealing -- a nice balance with the poem's grand subject matter.

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

For such a cerebral poem, love the amazing tactile references like "the slurp and salt-slosh" and "The soft ghost in the squishy machine." Have to appreciate that final argument as well!

Monica said...

I know it's not really the sound of the ocean, but I still pretend.

Julie Larios said...

I love Troy Jollimore, too - the first half of his book TOM THOMSON IN PURGATORY is filled with beautiful poems like this (and the second half is filled with wild and weird modern sonnets.) Glad to see a poem of his offered up for Poetry Friday!

Heidi Mordhorst said...

My favorite part of this poem, after all the straight-talkin, there's-nothing-out-there-but what's-inside, is the casual assumption that God turned our faces outward. Thanks, Tabatha--crazy tube of fun on its way to you!

Carol said...

Should I admit that I have never heard of Troy Jollimore? This is a poem I want to slosh around in my head for awhile. Lots to think about…

Diane Mayr said...

Don't feel bad, Carol, neither had I heard of him. What a stunning introduction, however! Thanks for sharing it Tabatha.

Myra Garces Bacsal said...

What a thoughtful post, dearest Tabatha. These lines spoke to me:

The planet you carry
will shortly swing back

from the far nether regions.
And life will continue—
but only within you.

--- here's to honoring the universe within.