Acedia.

One memory

death has fallen like the decayed fruit;

the shores have frozen,

and our bones are shivering

dark-blue; a shadowy world with beauty as it faded

there is no promise under the oak tree

nor the wilderness of the flowers

nor the maples on lashed dead rocks

there is no promise for me or you to keep.

Abstraction. Aren’t we brutal?

Chaotic symbiosis

animals kill, kill, kill

skin, bone, flesh, thought,

and we axe ourselves

to the most distant illusion

us animals, we kill, kill, kill

ourselves each day

more than we ever know

soon memories disappear.

They feast

upon every movement

instinct buried deep

an eternal hunt for desire

when all we have is an isolated existence

displayed in the sleep by a cherry fire

we’ve made for a lost god by summer’s end

for in the golden fields,

before life or after death

fiefdom of earth and memory

dissolve in the subtlest mask

reunion of consciousness and self,

the surrender in whole mind

far beyond the mass of thought

that kills identity in the old, shadowy world

we come apart,

acedia, the arch of a single death

without even have dying.

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A/N: I was really inspired with the thought of how we use different masks in life and how it is correlated to who we think we are as a whole. Are we who we truly are under the mask? Did the mask become us? This piece was also inspired by romanticindeed’s  thoughts on one of my poems that made me ruminate about this concept much more about the consciousness and how we can fool ourselves with our own inner lies.

I also was really enjoying “Video Stalker” by Mega Drive while writing this. It’s a great instrumental, in my opinion.

Do you listen to music or albums when writing? If so, what do you listen to?




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24 replies

  1. ferment
    lament
    the cough
    sage
    of the age
    older
    colder to the touch
    as such
    and much

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  2. I know lots of people listen to music when writing, but I function well in absolute silence. And then, when I take a break and step outside, the birds sound like a symphony. I like that contrast.

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    • The way you describe that, it sounds fascinating! Fresh air and the beauty of nature do amazing wonders. It is heavenly.

      Sometimes, I switch with silence and music. It really all depends on my headspace when writing.

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  3. Enjoying this, Lucy. Thanks.

    Sometimes silence.
    Sometimes sound.

    [recently i’m loving stephen malkmus/ early eno/ bohren & the club of gore/ django rheinhardt … but not all at once – that’d be insanity! :)]

    all love x

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    • Thank you! ❤

      Those sound pretty cool. I think I have listened to Django Reinhardt before. I am now listening to Patchouli Blue by Bohren & Der Club of Gore, and it is absolutely stunning. I will definitely check out more from this group.

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      • Oh, I am pleased. In similar way B&dCoG seemed to just appear on my radar. The name intrigued (though I held little hope for the music…). But Piano Nights has somehow become a desert island disc of mine 🙂

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  4. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    TO BE HONEST, I DO NOT…ALTHOUGH I FIND IT OKAY WITH A GENERALIZED HUM OF A CONVERSATION OR TWO IN THE BACKGROUND!

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  5. Lofi is what I turn to when I do creative writing pieces and create podcasts.

    Happy writing, Lucy.

    Regards,

    Kim.

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  6. Your visuals are so vivid, I love your poetry

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