Codex for Berlin (Triptych: Final Flight)

~ purr_verse ~

These painted iron butterflies
in ecstatic desperate escape through concrete forests
Newly libertine, crying liberty;
"Wir sind frei! Wir sind frei!"
Snapshot-frozen in sculptural release -
this unnatural nature
as orgasmic organic as
their silkenwinged light-as-air invertebrate models.
This shard of chrysalid broken
stands enshrined -
witness this
metamorphosis:
"Wir sind frei!"

- .slip.
.stream. -

always: forever: now.

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Comments on "Codex for Berlin (Triptych: Final Flight)"

On Wednesday, June 13, 2007, Solace (1273) wrote:

The release is a trap - they're frozen - freedom is that capture of implied movement - we move, but we are still trapped there - so are they wings flapping eternally incessantly. We see the city in flight soaring
On Wednesday, June 13, 2007, Solace (1273) wrote:

but we do not truly move from it - we move like organic butterflies - and yet frozen there as iron, forever free in those moments that metamorphise into all moments - the slip stream - the nature of time, to be one to be all encompassing
On Wednesday, June 13, 2007, Solace (1273) wrote:

It is a final flight from - and yet into - as we move away we recreate - free like a piano movement to be reinterpreted a thousand times and all beautiful - frozen moments in flight...A codex to any city...marvellous.
On Thursday, December 16, 2004, Anth (1438) wrote:

i thought id commented on this, ...maybe i was speechless the first time, this just hurled me straight into the scene,so much going on,something different i see in this everytime
On Thursday, December 16, 2004, Anth (1438) wrote:

,the best poems i cant really comment on,because the images and essence they conjure in my mind are beyond description,other than the poem itself,maybe you say it best, colours without names, this is a magnificent work of art
On Friday, December 17, 2004, purr_verse (1320) wrote:

thank you hardly seems enough for this wonderful comment, but...thank you, truly, all the same. :)
A former member wrote: are we?
On Tuesday, May 4, 2004, Lynaes (1028) wrote:

Such striking imagery, and so profound. "These painted iron butterflies", such an orignial way with words, such words that make your poetry beautiful and wise. Gorgeous. -L
On Monday, March 8, 2004, diavolessa (250) wrote:

cold, cold enough to feel your heart stop... beautiful
On Monday, January 5, 2004, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:

'These painted iron butterflies in ecstatic desperate escape through concrete forests' Extremely powerful! Such eloquence w/ your poetic structures in composition...like music.
On Monday, January 5, 2004, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:

'always: forever: now...' as the beauty & eccentricities of your amazing poetic style flows in rhythmic concentric inversed circles...
On Monday, January 5, 2004, sole (110) wrote:

Color me speechless. I've read all 4 parts purr and I just really don't know what to say other than it was my pleasure to read them. All I can do is admire it for what it is, absolutely outstanding poetry. Take a bow.
On Sunday, January 4, 2004, Exodus (198) wrote:

I agree with Bast....This is quite amazing...Well done...I'm seriously considering adding this to my favorites...
On Sunday, January 4, 2004, Bast (813) wrote:

terrible and cold... like ice down the back.... ::shivers:: and bitterly beautiful, like the ruins in Germany on a winter's night.
A former member wrote: Ohhhh purr, this is great! Especially the two paradoxes in the middle, forms a cool bridge. The ending too, is fantastic. I can't find anything I dislike about this, sorry.