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| Not To Be Reproduced, 1937, Rene Magritte |
Errare humanum est, perseverare autem diabolicum
He sees not gain from broken
hearts
yet ‘gainst himself he
stacks the deck.
All hopes of love he pulls apart
and ‘gainst himself he turns his back.
Hope nullified: compulsion marks
a broken heart as love he wrecks.
(And persistence perpetuates
as self-destruction replicates)
Anna :o]
32 comments:
love your words spoken so easily and yet being so strong in themselves!!
An intense write, Anna....so sad about the broken heart. Really.
sometimes we are our own worst enemies in those moments....you know....we will eat ourself alive....
hope nullified - what a sad thing this must be - K
A bleak outlook this fellow has, but the form of the poem you have executed with precision.
The last line is haunting. I shall go for a walk with it...
Bravo!
ZQ
this was rather sad as he turned his back..breaking hearts...
Your poem expresses the fear some feel of comment. Well done with the pic also. K.
The strict form and the poem's brevity evoke a fascinating impression of closeness and poignancy. And well observed ...
Knowing fully well what he's up against, he still persist in not being fair to himself. There are good guys who sacrifice more than necessary for the sake of love!
Great write Anna!
Hank
if we're our own enemy it's the worst you can think of cause you can't run away from what threatens you...tight write anna
Anna, your hero needs to learn the 'nothing laws.' that "nothing gained is nothing lost" and "nothing ventured, nothing gained."
I.e. he needs to step out and try.
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the painting is chilling so are your lines...truly he has turned his back against himself when love is no more.
Wow! What an excellent reading of the painting and so well executed in the Yeats octave. Your use of the Latin truism is especially powerful.
Lack of hope and self-destruction. You have painted a forceful and sad portait in a few words.
Poignant, beautiful, thank you.
Who among us has not known the pain of compulsive replication ...best to start afresh ...very powerful, Anna
Sad but beautiful. We are definitely our own worst enemy sometimes...
To always turn the back against yourself.. I think your captured the essence in the picture... that is what Magritte wanted to say.
I'd like to think that the deck of cards in front of that mirror is a stack of money ... so he can buy time/love ... oops, did I just say that?
Lovely writing, not an easy form ~ you managed it beautifully.
so intense..it's like not respecting one self..sad but sometimes true:)
He's not in a win win situation - that's for sure ~ Eddie
Very well done with form Anna ~ Too bad on the love he wrecks ~
Truly a tragic tale and a common cycle.
The tragedy of self destruction.. so eloquently expressed in your words. Powerful writing. :-)
(And I apologize for the delayed visit)
-HA
Goodness me, we can be such foolish animals, can we not? Very well written.
i adore this! absolutely perfect, what a great voice this piece has. though it's a Yeats octave i hear e.e. cummings here. well done!!
Turning your back on yourself, not a good place to be.
Powerful last line...worth mulling over a bit...
Oh, I'm definitely relating to this!
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