Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Rose Shadow

On my dresser, there is a blue vase which contains a single, silk rose. The flower never withers. The thing itslelf is quite realistic looking, with the spiraling motion of a bud just about to open fully for the first time. The leaves however are less than convincing, having only been given a rippling texture on one side. On the other is smooth green plastic, as flat as a disposable party table cloth. Below the vase is a lamp, which casts a shadow upward along the wall. The shadow's stem reaches the corner of the cieling exactly at the flower, with a crooked, decapitating, angle giving the flower the look of a hanged man. Strange Fruit.

In my kitchen is another vase (early Gerke) which contains eight real roses, given to me by a sweetheart. For now they are plush, open, and fragrent. In a few days they will wither and die, like all cut flowers. As the light strikes them in the days to come, what shadow will they cast? And on what walls? As I watch the constant resistance of the silk flower, I am struck by the thought that the real ones always loose thier battle against the light. The light that feeds them, and gives them their shadow. The lustor that is meant to be preserved in silk, is somehow diminished by its own permanency. It is the vulnerability of the real flowers that make them so dear. And when they are gone, they will smell all the more sweet.


  • At 8:04 PM, Anonymous stuckonSTOOPID said…

    even a rose shadow has thorns: took the quiz, did ok, but I've come to the realization that this is actually not a twilight-zonie from-the-grave blog of American industrialist and oil executive Armand Hammer! You know, kinda along the real-life fun-fact paradoxical lines of poet/insurance company executive Wallace Stevens or punk/Republican Johnny Ramone or laureate of our times/I, Brute Force Rumblecrater Armand. What kind of fool am I?

  • At 9:25 PM, Blogger Armand said…

    Wow, man! You must have triple dosed our meds today or something. Send me a postcard from wherever that trip took you!

  • At 11:27 PM, Anonymous stuckonstoopid said…

    one more thing: I would have thought I wouldn't have needed the disclaimer, but the "What kind of fool am I?" query was a rhetorical question, people. So I didn't need the email responses of "the right-wing nutjob kind" or the "unregenerate acid causualty kind." But that "book reviewer kind" was just plain hurtful.

    and by the way: I should think that, considering I had the wrong Armand in mind all this time, I should get extra points on the quiz.


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