Venetian Blindness

Venetian blind, detail

Venetian blind, detail (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Single eye peaks
Between the slats
Venetian blindness

Distorted imagery
Fingers holding plastic
Bereft of kindness

Secret observation
Wearing a mask of lines
Watching them undress

Solo obsession
Brittle and quiet now
Venetian blindness

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

 

Here in Australia we call window blinds which are horizontal slats ‘venetian blinds’ – thought I should note that in case they are called something else in some other countries, in which case the play on words would not be comprehensible.  🙂

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Bordello Nights

Fractured dark
Listless, languorous
Not a spark
Eyes delirious
Hold secrets within
Long limbs leading
Down to sin

How they loved
Bordello nights
What they proved
Lingerie of finest
Quality and grace
Wear your mask
Hide your face

Rooms don’t know
Morning’s brittle light
Time runs so slow
Butterflies emerge from
This cold cocoon
Youth and beauty
Lost too soon
Too soon

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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We Can’t Tell – For Prompt 26 What Can Change The Nature Of a Man?

WARNING:  This is a particularly dark poem about trauma based mind control.

1)
Split mind dislocated by trauma
Visceral pain and vast
Encompassing humiliation
Add to this a scintilla
Of doubt and distraction
Mix the recipe lightly
With dissociation

Torture Chamber
Torture Chamber (Photo credit: Andy Hares)

The embryo cracks early
The nucleus torn asunder
Where once rationality
Settled in sinews
It now is bereft
‘Now hush now, no fear dear
It’s only pure science’
Clinician eyes record and collect
Every utterance as it awakes
The legion within

2)
‘What can change the nature of a man?’
A professorial question, sternly addressed
To the darkened gallery
‘Any man, any man at all, or woman too?
Just the dissolution
Of all boundaries’

Each god creates in his own image
So here they too create
New personalities moulded from them
From the tears they can draw
From your futility
And they glory in creation
Egotistically

‘Through pain the mind is split
Into new portals’
Every utterance
Is born of hell
‘Therein the change achieved may be
Programmed perfectly’
We turn and hear at last
The mission bell

3)
They say the devil laughed
The night he fell
And split apart like you
In this deep well
We turn and hear at last
The mission bell
And we are not ourselves
But we can’t tell

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

For a particularly fascinating prompt this week from mindlovemisery at : http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/10/20/prompt-26-what-can-change-the-nature-of-a-man/

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Broken Piano Keyboard

English: Abandoned home in Ambridge.

English: Abandoned home in Ambridge. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This broken keyboard can still play
If your fingers stir this way
This room so white, a covered cloud
With no memories or words allowed
Furniture hides beneath these sheets
And if you view it, hit repeat
The echoes of these empty rooms
Reminds of flowers yet to bloom

This broken keyboard’s melody
Is jagged, lost and sadly free
I’ve lingered in this hall too long
To bear to hear your fretful song
The staged removals here announce
Secrets in words I can’t pronounce
It could have been a day, a year
Since life has stirred the fabric here

This broken keyboard can still play
If your fingers stir this way
But now there’s nothing left to say
You wouldn’t want to, anyway…

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Humpty Dumpty

English: "And he grinned almost from ear ...

English: “And he grinned almost from ear to ear”. Illustration by Peter Newell to “Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There”, chapter “Humpty Dumpty” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We are teetering on the edge
Barely clinging to the ledge
Emails and texts just pass us by
I’ve no tears left inside to cry
This world is in ruins
There is no mistaking
It’s far, far too late to stop
Humpty Dumpty from breaking

I cling here on the sidelines
My excuses rehearsed and refined
I gave such latitude to you
I thought it the least I could do
The shell now is so broken
No emotion is reaching my eyes
It’s far, far too late now
For Humpty Dumpty to cry

You spoke of your warrior heart
Should have seen this right from the start
Your vision of yourself too grand
For anything to go as planned
I’d like to say there’s hope
A moment for a why or a when
But it’s far, far too late to put
Humpty Dumpty back to together again

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Curiosity – Or How the World Has Ended While Nobody Noticed……

Curiosity

Curiosity

Curiosity is published!!!!!!!

I’m very excited to announce that Curiosity, my second novel, is now available on lulu.com as a paperback POD or as an ebook. The link to learn more, and purchase if you wish, is my lulu.com author spotlight at:

http://lulu.com/spotlight/helenvalentina

As I’ve blogged about before, Curiosity is very different from my first novel, The Seed. The first novel was a passionate, heavy, introspective, character driven dark romance. Curiosity is lighter, though the humor is dark.  It’s a satire of aspects of our modern media age.

Curiosity tells the story of a (somewhat) benign sociopath – Peter Graham – who believes the world has already ended and no-one noticed. He believes at the moment the world dissolved into the current state of chaos and meaninglessness, everyone had one essential characteristic remaining to them. His is curiosity. And his curiosity drives him to do something which inadvertently makes him one of the most comprehensively mis-understood ‘heroes’ of the modern media world. What follows from that is satire about the media, politics, bureaucracy, public policy and the internet.

One of the key elements of Curiosity is excerpts from Peter’s journal where he chronicles his ‘proofs’ that the world has ended. These are the things we might notice about our deconstructed world if we really thought about it – things that suggest that life as we thought we knew it is no longer there.

As part of blogging promotion for this novel I’m going to write a few more proofs – not the ones from the book (you’ll have to read it for those!! 😉 ) but to give the idea of his thesis.

What I’m hoping is you might respond – in comments or on your own blogs – with proofs of your own, if this inspires such thought.  🙂

So, to get things rolling, here’s a couple of proofs that the world has ended and nobody noticed:

Proof That The World Has Ended: Unemployment Statistics

This is a cunning proof that implies there are actual figures for actual levels of unemployment that actually mean something. Of course, nothing can really mean anything in a non-existent world, but we hold on to the chimera that suggests it can, and things like employment – given they determine how much money we have to spend and the life we want to enjoy – cause great anxiety. And because of that, they also have significant implications for whatever political party governs us.

So governments and the recruitment industry create the ‘story’ of figures. It’s one part government statistics, one part the number of jobs advertised, one part how many people actually line up for employment benefits, and one part sugar and spice.

Because the statistics lie – ALL statistics lie – the number of jobs mean nothing.  One job may be advertised by a number of recruitment agencies, some jobs aren’t even real and are advertised to get resumes to recruitment firms, and some are just fishing expeditions or quasi promotion from businesses wanting to imply they are growing in comparison to competitors.  And as for those collecting employment benefits, depending on the country you are in, there are limits to timing, to level of personal assets and so forth that also limit the numbers.

So when you put all that in the melting pot and come out with a figure, it essentially means…nothing.

Which is entirely appropriate for a world that no longer exists. But it is cunning as I said because it suggests one still actually does, that we can work productively in it and that we can actually really measure anything. All of which is a lie.

No wonder they say ‘lies, lies and damned statistics’….

Vanilla Statistics
Vanilla Statistics (Photo credit: vanillaforums)

Or another proof, just to illustrate the concept a bit more:

Proof that the World Has Ended: Reality Television

I love the term ‘reality television’. Given that it describes a completely fabricated, scripted ‘reality’ on a medium that is all about distortion and fantasy. The irony inherent in the title is the give away about the proof, but it’s also just wonderful in and of itself.

Reality contests where the voting is rigged or the outcome is manipulated by the judges. Reality ‘voyeurism’ shows where narcissists knowingly let themselves be watched doing things aimed at either keeping them on the show or creating a mini-celebrity for themselves.  Dating shows that are designed to bring out the worst in daters, which is hardly the real object of dating one would have thought. Cooking shows that suggest that there really is culinary skill required in the non existent world…..

And we lap them up. They are cheap to make and we watch them in droves. We know they aren’t real, and underneath we are quite content because we really know, in our souls, that nothing is real anymore.

So reality television is exactly what is says it is – in a way it isn’t ironic at all – it shows us, day by day, show by show, what the ‘reality’ of the world now is – ie, that there is no reality in the world anymore. None at all.

English: This is a production sound mixer Lanc...
English: This is a production sound mixer Lance Lundstrom in action. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So that’s just a couple to give the idea. I do hope this inspires some – whether it just be examples without explanation in comments, or something longer.

So if this seems like fun please join in. 🙂  I’ll post more on and off over the next few weeks/months, so feel free to join in whenever you like.

Cheers, and stay curious!!  😉

Helen V

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Escape

18th century rendition of a guardian angel.

18th century rendition of a guardian angel. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have had a lucky escape
This world has granted reprieve
I am blessed by god-given grace
In a choice to linger or leave

I am shielded from blackened heart
I’m protected from political play
I’m no longer the unknowing pawn
Nor am I hunted, no longer the prey

I’m thanking my angels in turn
That know this world better than I
Without them I struggle, I burn
When far wiser now not to try

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Farewell

Remorse

Remorse (Photo credit: Sunfrog1)

I bid farewell without remorse, regret
No words unspoken, nothing left to say
All darkness and all misery forget

We drank such wine before our sun was set
It matters not I won’t see break of day
I bid farewell without remorse, regret

I made mistakes, I lost in love and yet
There was no choice or honour I’d betray
All darkness and all misery forget

One life may be the quantum that we get
If so let’s live for light, let’s live for play
I bid farewell without remorse, regret

The trickster or magician may here bet
That all a black heart yearns to be is grey
All darkness and all misery forget

While longing deep, I all too oft would let
My soul to follow greed and lose its way
I bid farewell without remorse, regret

Diverse were all the challenges I met
We find ourselves through loss the angels say
All darkness and all misery forget

So when I thought my fate and dye was set
A grace did touch my soul and fears allay
I bid farewell without remorse, regret
All darkness and all misery forget

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Mirror (2)

I gazed into the mirror bright
It gave me comfort, gave me fright
And candlelight so soft and low
Companion to the darkened night

My face took on an eerie glow
This person here I didn’t know
This person’s face was one I’d fear
With wicked secrets whispered low

It seemed this mirror showed too clear
Another world so close, so near
Another place beyond the glass
Where all I am might disappear

And how would this not come to pass
Dissolving in the looking-glass?
A wrong can never be made right
If I am gone I’m lost, alas!

I gazed into the mirror bright
My right was left, my left was right
And from the glimmer rose a sprite
That vanquished my poor soul this night

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Shifting Sand

Sand dune in the Great Sand Hills of southern ...

Sand dune in the Great Sand Hills of southern Saskatchewan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If it were to end now I wouldn’t mind
I’ve led a full life to my definition
There’s little left behind
I’ve tasted love enough to fill me
My hunger was refined
And I’ve learnt to be more generous
More kind

If I were to pass this world now who should know?
My life is small and private
No need to grow
The years of youth and longing
Are long ago
The beating of this aging heart is soft
And slow

If illness were to strike I’d nod and take its hand
It isn’t what I drew to me
Or what I planned
Yet in the weave and web of life
I’d understand
For every day in this short life
Is shifting sand

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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