{"id":8396,"date":"2023-09-30T20:10:11","date_gmt":"2023-09-30T20:10:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=8396"},"modified":"2023-09-30T20:10:12","modified_gmt":"2023-09-30T20:10:12","slug":"a-quicksilver-trilling-inspired-by-leonard-cohen-and-bob-dylan-a-poem-by-david-l-onan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/a-quicksilver-trilling-inspired-by-leonard-cohen-and-bob-dylan-a-poem-by-david-l-onan\/","title":{"rendered":"A Quicksilver Trilling (Inspired by Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan) A Poem by David L O\u2019Nan"},"content":{"rendered":"
\r\nA Quicksilver Trilling \r\n(Inspired by Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan)\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time we met the platinum blonde, with a letter in hand and a brown Loro Piana handbag.\r\nShe was quiet and frantic at the same time (the obstacles of running from beautiful to damnit!)\r\nYou popped the bubbles in the hot flames,\r\nin flamenco streets with bleeding trains \r\nthat lead you, from the whistles to the cheating rainfalls.\r\n\r\nNow, she\u2019s as quiet as the storm swept flower.\r\nNow, she\u2019s an atomic bomb in the heart of desire.\r\nShe\u2019s as damaged as the ignorant meal to the fiery belly of a carnivore.\r\nMeeting the vagrants are as easy as meeting you she\u2019d laugh to herself.\r\nMaybe, she\u2019s just a little deaf when the city shakes in a quicksilver trilling.\r\nA little blind when the joy begins to fade from a celebration to just a thronging. \r\n\r\nSo, you missed the thrills of the small crowd now.\r\nThat city took your bravery and your crown.\r\nIt\u2019s hard to be superficial in your walk.\r\nThe thrills of a million helicopters circling down.\r\nYour heartbeats, a quilted bundle of wires.\r\nIn the Hollywood hideaways the public does watch with pinkies up in a permanent smirking \r\nshadow.\r\nHurry up to snap a picture of her durable nucleus falling apart.\r\nBehind the bars, to the many alcohols and elixirs falling straight down the cold rocks.\r\nHer beautiful monuments showing the crackles now,\r\nand the drinking of the sweet fruit tree has become a little thick in the dust cloud social ball.\r\nMaybe she\u2019s just a little deaf when this city shakes in a quicksilver trilling.\r\n\r\nMaybe, she\u2019s a little thirsty when the water is sealed from the dams to her  willing lips.\r\nThis blessing is just a disguised curse when she\u2019s dressed up for another Judy Garland downward\r\nspiral. \r\nI\u2019m starting to rethink this shadow looking at his shoes, playing little Mr. Socialite and wearing a\r\nPoor man\u2019s Bruno Maglis blues.\r\nI\u2019m standing here holding your golden cup catching the feathers of your golden goose,\r\nand a shriveled-up ticket to the sacrifices you make at Tiffanys.\r\nMy culture lies behind the ropes holding the inside of my head.\r\nTo play lover and not to play dead.\r\nSo you can play elegant and hip for the artsy coffee shops.\r\nThey can spell your name in the drink and your heart melts, and you finally feel like a somebody.\r\nSo you tip the baristas and joke about the rats.\r\nThey don\u2019t know art, don\u2019t have MFA\u2019s and haven\u2019t been bought their gardens to thrive.\r\nI just watch the fakeness leave your timid hazel eyes. \r\nAnd you try to adjust in the restroom and cry, I hear you in there weeping like a saturnine \r\ncoyote.\r\n\r\nThere are a couple of genuine fools, \r\nWalking around pretending to be the rules of cool.\r\nThey folded under the pressures of rebellion, but they are beginning to wonder my darling.\r\nThey are wondering exactly how many canvases you have put your brush to.\r\nSince you tell them all you\u2019re so smart and like a branch.\r\nI\u2019m just this poetic clown stuck with oversized t-shirts and a smile of a stripped screw.\r\nDon\u2019t worry he\u2019ll pay for this free meal at this simpering Italian restaurant.\r\nThen he\u2019ll be on his way back to the job of being a wonderful muse when the art professors \r\naren\u2019t calling you.\r\nNever to share a true linen of a sunrise together. Tell me exactly what art is when you don\u2019t \r\nKnow the art that is a natural weather.\r\nOh, perhaps. Just perhaps, she\u2019s a little deaf when the city shakes and is shrilling.\r\nA little more quicksilver trilling.\r\n\r\nThe sunrise is a little overbearing. I can\u2019t see the canvas from the golden glare I\u2019m wearing.\r\nOperation, a colorful tornado on a disco floor. We\u2019ve got weak legs dancing.\r\nDrunk and the quick pills are mixing.  And you\u2019re a drunk and grinding against the pistons.\r\nMore strangers trying to keep from pissing. They want to call you up for a night of your \r\nskin glistening and introduce you to a hypodermic waterbed.\r\nYou forgot me behind the trees. A little dirty when you have to sit and plead.\r\nYou have nothing you really need, but everything you want is in the halos of that river.\r\n\r\nWell, those birds wake up a little earlier than you. And they seem sick without the worms to \r\nchew.  There isn\u2019t a masterpiece for them to view.\r\nYou went right into the darkness with your colors and your strength. \r\nFrail bones fail frail forests.  Simple supernatural spells bring crumbles to a magic mountain,\r\nThe journeys are hard to walk when the valleys and the lakes are droughts for the scrawny to \r\nswim in.\r\nMaybe she\u2019s a little deaf when the animals stopped howling.\r\nThe wind is full of heat and rain is even melting. Around the curves the body is sealing.\r\nThe city is shaking to a quicksilver trilling.\r\n\r\nFrom the windows, we used to see the clarity of the glass.\r\nNow it\u2019s a little oily and hell is seen through the overcast.\r\nIt\u2019s a holocaust, razor sharp raindrops with teeth that bite, just like a brand new disease.\r\nThe queen must hide from the flee. Our humanity isn\u2019t built anymore on heartbeats.\r\nSometimes humanity is built from cardboard signs. Hold a little higher and ask for a prayer.\r\nAsk for a shave of cool air to save you from a Tinseltown cataclysm.\r\nSo what does the wonder girl do? When she goes from pretender to blue to the shrew?\r\nDoes she realize her hair wasn\u2019t always so cute?\r\nDoes she realize the geniuses are all crooks?\r\nDoes she feel the jazzy palm trees have always been a little plastic and fake?\r\n\r\nMuch like the hypnotized starlets in the platinum blonde destruction game.\r\nOh, maybe she\u2019s a little deaf from the chess game that keeps yelling checkmate!\r\nMaybe she\u2019s been blinded by the hysterical cut-throat authority waifs.\r\nMaybe, she\u2019s just part of this jealousy, a vanish haze they thrown on you to make you a product.\r\nA little pill sick and when the city keeps shaking.\r\nTiny slits of cracks in this quicksilver trilling.\r\nNow, she\u2019s as naked as a blurry mirror. \r\nNow, she\u2019s feeling as pitiful as a stuttering preacher.\r\nNow, her art is less of a picture that hangs above bountiful nouveau vanity mirrors.\r\nHer art is the magnetism that pulls the moon through her evening veins.\r\nHer art is when the clouds move in and pulls the curtains of stars over her delicate frame.\r\nMaybe she grew tired of her ears constantly ringing.\r\nLoud masochisms and feminine leeches luring and lingering.\r\n\r\nA city shook to pieces in a quicksilver trilling. <\/pre>\n
 
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\nBio:
\nDavid L O\u2019Nan<\/strong> is a poet, short story writer, prose & lyricist, an editor living in Southern Indiana.  He is founder and lead editor for Fevers of the Mind Poetry, Art & Music.<\/em>  He has edited & curated anthologies under Fevers of the Mind (7 volumes) since 2019 in addition to anthologies inspired by and dedicated to Leonard Cohen (Avalanches in Poetry & Before I Turn Into Gold), Bob Dylan (Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan), Joni Mitchell (The Blue Motel Rooms Poetry & Art) Tom Waits (The Whiskey Mule Diner), The Poetica Sisterhood of Sylvia & Anne (poetry & art inspired by Sylvia Plath & Anne Sexton), On the Highways with Many Miles\u2026to Go! (poetry & art inspired by Jack Kerouac, Townes Van Zandt, Miles Davis, Langston Hughes, etc), Waltzin\u2019 Through Rusty Cages (inspired by Elliott Smith & Chris Cornell), The website is
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\nHe also has solo works \u201cThe Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers\u201d “The Cartoon Diaries\u201d, \u201cNew Disease Streets\u201d, \u201cOur Fears in Tunnels\u201d, \u201cTaking Pictures in the Dark\u201d, \u201cBending Rivers: A Collection\u201d,”Lost Reflections\u201d (micropoems), \u201cBefore the Bridges Fell\u201d (2022), & “Cursed Houses” (2022)   his work can be found in several litmags and books.
\nTwitter\/X is @davidLONan1 and for Fevers of the Mind is @feversof  and Facebook is the
\nFevers of the Mind Poetry, Arts & Music Group.<\/p>\n
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A Quicksilver Trilling (Inspired by Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan) Once upon a time we met the platinum blonde, with a letter in hand and a brown Loro Piana handbag. She was quiet and frantic at the same time (the obstacles of running from beautiful to damnit!) You popped the bubbles in the hot flames, … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1005,808,796,366,401,43],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8396"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8396"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8396\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8400,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8396\/revisions\/8400"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}