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Deciphering the Blade
by Maria Lupinacci

Saturday, August 13, 2005
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Deciphering the Blade

I want to know
if you have ever put
metal to metal, wood to wood,
smoked laced weed
with the junkie
down the street
who just sold you for his cure. You walk away
tasting
the inert ache of blackened dust.

Pieces, pieces, all just infinitesimal
pieces that epitomize the blind reflection
of dis-ease. You have to feel
the pain. Eyes never see it, they donít
grasp the sting of being thrown,
earth-bound in the middle
of a sodden dream.

The soul-jerk cut of reality:
is it jagged,
is it straight?
The straight slice is solely a facility,
that barely bleeds.
But the serrated wound, the zigzagged
laceration,
is what time it all begins.

It is death, it is immortality.

©  Maria Lupinacci

Published in Zygote In My Coffee.com Issue #45 August 2005.

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Reviewed by Amor Sabor 2/20/2011
Sylvia Plath would be envious of you my little one
Reviewed by richard poor 4/29/2006
i see...because of your words, the power that is written with,very good!!!
Reviewed by L. Figgins 8/30/2005
"But the serrated wound, the zig-zagged laceration, is what time it all begins." Oh Maria, this cuts to the quick for anyone with chronic or terminal illness or who has been a caregiver of same, or who have known someone who took their own life! "...the sting of being thrown, earthbound in the middle of a sodden dream..." Incredible write!
Reviewed by Brian Pellerino 8/23/2005
Maria,

I missed this one and I'm glad I sniffed around for it. I can't stop saying "The soul-jerk cut of reality". Expertly rendered. You speak these words with the intimacy of a lover. It's truly chilling. I wonder, would you do me a favor?

Peace,

B
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 8/21/2005
I love the way you write, Maria; and what you have to say. Love and peace to you. Sorry I missed this before but I was away.

Regis
Reviewed by M Flack 8/21/2005
Very dark and eddy images. You seem to be developing a unique area poetry...
I enjoyed the starkness and beauty of this poems rhythm...
Reviewed by Paul Williams 8/17/2005
Some powerfully dark imagery expressed exceptionally well Maria.

Paul;-)
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 8/15/2005
You choose your words carefully, and that's obvious, Maria. Great work. ~~Nordette
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 8/15/2005
serrated wound of life... nicely done, maria.
Reviewed by Trainee Poet (Reader) 8/15/2005
This again a poem about existential struggles, about duality...a psychobiological journey. I sense a Plathian atmosphere in this dark gem of a write. I am not convinced with enjambment decision in S1 L7 & 8. S3 L8 sounds a bit choppy, but then these can be my problem...

I loved that irony, I won't call oxymoron, at the end which can so well suggest "it is life, it is mortality" as well.

TP
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 8/14/2005
Yep You Just Can't Go Back Pick Up Those The Pieces!

TRASK
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 8/14/2005
My black side loves this, Maria; the white side also says it is excellent poetry and acutely developed as a premise as well! Ah yes... how surgical is the straight blade, but the turning of the screw is what is required for the outside to hurt more than the pain that rankles invisibly inside sometimes. Back into Anne Sexton: "But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know "which tools". They never ask "why build". You lift the lid on some of the thought-processes which contribute to the desire to self-harm or self-destruct here. Brilliantly done. TY Kate xx (PS wrote a poem, "Singing" which thinks a bit about this...)
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 8/14/2005
Most powerful dark imagery in this one... Maria

Love Tinka
Reviewed by jude forese 8/14/2005
the pain. Eyes never see it, they donít
grasp the sting of being thrown,
earth-bound in the middle
of a sodden dream.


excellent insight, Maria ... a stark glimpse into reality ...
Reviewed by Dale Clark 8/14/2005
It's painful and cutting. Poetry and verse
can express everything that is felt.
All our emotions! You've moved me with this.
Reviewed by Roger Ochs 8/14/2005
This one leaves defensive wounds on the hands of the psyche. Bravo!
Reviewed by E T Waldron 8/13/2005
Maria I feel as if I plunged into the abyss for a lethal kiss...
Your pen is so potent when you use realities ink, it hurts;-)
Excellent perception...

Eileen
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/13/2005
Wow so deep it scared me but also gave me reason to stop and think about a lot of things. That is what poetry should do sometimes.

Felix
Reviewed by john zimmerman 8/13/2005
the title both hooked and mislead me, which made the impact all the greater...


a dark piece which illumines a portion of life no always seen

good write

john+
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 8/13/2005
This poem rocked me into that uneasy place where we have been and wish we had not trod...it is dark and covered with cobwebs and it gives that sick feeling in the pit of the stomach that reminds us that we have done something that goes against our self-imposed moral code.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Peter Paton 8/13/2005
A sombre and dark piece that touches the soul
Peter
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