Ice-Boy Got the Heebie Jeebies

February 4, 2011

Poor Ice-Boy! He’s melting! Icicles-Boy!
Beware synoptic voices, Ice, voices in
your head! Bees in winter! How they destroy
a winter’s eve come morning, a dripping sin,
that every sunrise makes so clear, must be
a warning that the hive is soon to wake.
Pretend to sleep all winter, sure, each bee
does so, but then surprise! They’re first awake!
You think that William James was joking when
he spoke of blooming, buzzing confusion?
—a harpy intellect, for sure, for then,
each bee, qua bee, would see the illusion
as it forms, see Icicles-Boy could freeze
and thaw. Again: Disease, the breeze, his knees.

 

Advertisements

3 Responses to “Ice-Boy Got the Heebie Jeebies”

  1. John Stevens Says:

    Well, I’m starting to find different flavours here now (it’s like savouring a fine wine .. first the nose, then the hints of blackcurrent & licorice, after that the we’re getting oak and truffle …). I’m very aware of the sound of the words in this poem, and yes you’re exploring the relationship between, line, sentence and voice in an interesting way. I look forward to your next piece.

  2. extrasimile Says:

    John—
    Something I’m thinking about here is the relationship between the line that poem is using—the meter, the rhymes, all that stuff—and how it effects the sentences the poem is using—and how both of these effect the voice—the poet’s voice? The implied narrator?—and of course, the whole poem (most of it) is exclaimed!
    Yes, a bee hive can be thought of as a bunch of bees or as a single organism. The human body admits to similar analysis of its be(e)ing.
    You also might want to listen the Louis Armstrong ‘Heebie-Jeebies’. It is arguably the first recorded instance of scat singing. And is quite good music. It’s on you-tube.
    Bees with the heebie-jeebies. In winter. I don’t know, man. Beware synoptic voices.
    Thanks for sticking with me on this one.
    Jim

  3. John Stevens Says:

    Yes, I think I see … the sonnet-form provides a regularity and rule to ward off chaos and collapse, like icicles into water, voices in the head. Is it too fanciful to think of the bee hive and colony in a similar way – the individual finding security? (Perhaps I’m half-way there – certainly it has a calm, sure feel coming through the lines)


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: