Viggo's unnamed poems.
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vigorliThere are two untitled poems of Viggo that I have read, and they are interesting.
The first one is written in 2002.
You've changed cameras,
and I cannot be heard.
Is it me, or are you
just taking pictures?
Maybe a plane passing
saw what we are doing.
Maybe a passenger will
know that we are pretending
to be ourselves down here
in this skeleton of a house.
From the little I can think, it seems like he is with someone and he pretends to act in a way with that someone that doesn't represent who they really are/how they really act (towards each other?) They are pretending to be something they are not and maybe he worries that someone will discover this fact, discover the truth. "Down here in this skeleton of a house" the last line is very interesting. The "down here" implies/symbolises something unpleasant/unwanted. Maybe they are "trapped" in that "house", in this world of pretending. "Skeleton of a house"... Maybe that "house" used to provide something in the past, but now all that has remained of it is the shape, the skeleton. Or maybe it was a skeleton all the time. The thing is that they have no cover, they are exposed down there, in the darkness.
The second is very short. I have no idea when it is written.
YOU ARE SWEATING IN YOUR SLEEP
ON OUR RENTED BED
LIKE A LOST SUMMER CLOUD
PIERCED BY A JET HEARD
ONLY WHEN IT'S GONE.
He is together with someone, again, as most of the times, the gender is not specified, on a rented bed, a hotel/motel. I wonder why there. Maybe it was the only place they could meet as they do not live together/are apart. And the subject of the poem is sweating while sleeping. A nightmare? Anxiety? Cause of drugs, like painkillers and/or anti-depressants, usage? All of them? He compares him/her to a lost summer cloud that is pierced, "hurt" by a jet, making the cloud disappear without even someone realising it in time, when it is too late. The subject really seems to struggle, suffer. Sad.
The first one is written in 2002.
You've changed cameras,
and I cannot be heard.
Is it me, or are you
just taking pictures?
Maybe a plane passing
saw what we are doing.
Maybe a passenger will
know that we are pretending
to be ourselves down here
in this skeleton of a house.
From the little I can think, it seems like he is with someone and he pretends to act in a way with that someone that doesn't represent who they really are/how they really act (towards each other?) They are pretending to be something they are not and maybe he worries that someone will discover this fact, discover the truth. "Down here in this skeleton of a house" the last line is very interesting. The "down here" implies/symbolises something unpleasant/unwanted. Maybe they are "trapped" in that "house", in this world of pretending. "Skeleton of a house"... Maybe that "house" used to provide something in the past, but now all that has remained of it is the shape, the skeleton. Or maybe it was a skeleton all the time. The thing is that they have no cover, they are exposed down there, in the darkness.
The second is very short. I have no idea when it is written.
YOU ARE SWEATING IN YOUR SLEEP
ON OUR RENTED BED
LIKE A LOST SUMMER CLOUD
PIERCED BY A JET HEARD
ONLY WHEN IT'S GONE.
He is together with someone, again, as most of the times, the gender is not specified, on a rented bed, a hotel/motel. I wonder why there. Maybe it was the only place they could meet as they do not live together/are apart. And the subject of the poem is sweating while sleeping. A nightmare? Anxiety? Cause of drugs, like painkillers and/or anti-depressants, usage? All of them? He compares him/her to a lost summer cloud that is pierced, "hurt" by a jet, making the cloud disappear without even someone realising it in time, when it is too late. The subject really seems to struggle, suffer. Sad.
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Date: 2017-02-05 01:41 am (UTC)I'd think I know Vig's poems rather well by now, but I haven't stumbled upon either of them until just now.
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Date: 2017-02-05 12:04 pm (UTC)As for the second, I wouldn't be lying if I told you that I don't remmeber where I found it. It's been a long time, but I think, I THINK, it was in a forum threat about Viggo's poetry.
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Date: 2017-02-06 01:36 am (UTC)And the Unnamed Poem being only published in the first edition of Coincidence of Memory explains why I didn't know it - I have some much later edition :)
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Date: 2017-02-06 11:33 am (UTC)You are lucky to have CoM! I would buy his books too, if I could. I have several other poems of him you might not know. I can PM them to you and we can discuss, if you want. :) Hell, I can even friend you.
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Date: 2017-02-07 09:23 pm (UTC)Over the last few years I've taken advantage of a bunch of sales on PP, so I think my collection of Viggo's published poems is rather extensive and probably more or less complete by now (if there isn't a new book out, anyway).
The site is bookmarked already! :)
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Date: 2017-02-07 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-14 10:20 pm (UTC)Of course, there's the first rush of happiness when they arrive and you first read through the poems and look at the paintings and photographs, but after that... well, I think I've looked through them maybe two or three times, and usually only for a quick reference if I don't have ready internet access. Otherwise I usually look up the poems or whatnot on one of the sites I have bookmarked - it's usually easier that way.