cognitive dissonance-invisible voice
prose-poetry
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sometimes, on long nights when my only company is blacktop and
stars,
or clouds and snow,
i hear the invisible voice.
it calls itself my conscience, common sense, reality,
but i am older and wiser than such lies.
i hate my invisible voice,
i try to kill it every chance i get.
on such nights, when it just won't be silent,
i listen to music and stare listlessly at the screen
of a computer or television set,
telling myself that
i should write, or look for a job, or just go to
sleep.
but the psychic energy required for such endeavors---
i know it impossible,
i know it in waking dreams.
maybe you smoke too much.
maybe you drink too much.
maybe you are wrong.
and just as soon as i begin entertaining these ideas,
i realize that it is the invisible voice again,
and even thinking has become an impossibility.
is there a reason it speaks
so insistently in the back of my mind?
mimic my own voice,
tell me lies i will only believe,
because only i
can be completely honest with myself.
it knows this, i fear
and i think, in my suspicion of simple truth,
that it holds me with a malicious paw.
i will give you a hideous body,
invisible voice.
i will make you as ugly
as my own shadow
in the day.
i will imagine you have three heads,
a monster,
with paws and claws and pimples
covering every inch of your evil skin.
so that when you come sneaking through me
like a ninja, or like vodka,
when you come to me unsuspecting,
i will say then,
when you are used to your formless state,
then I will say,
get behind me satan.
but there has to be some limit to all of
this.
you can't seriously expect to continue,
to this degree of excess and decadence,
for an indefinite period of time?
they say the devil is a clever liar,
but i know that he is not.
i know that i am only a simple fool
and as easy in the head
as i am in the bed
as i am in the stained glass windows of the cathedral downtown,
as i am in the...
but that isn't true either and the invisible voice has lost its
form
and the battle for my heart.
i know that though I have sinned all of my life,
i will not go to hell,
i will go to the rebel side of heaven.
i know that i cannot be swayed so easily
if i remember that i am easily swayed.
these constant conversations leave me
neurotic, apathetic, and sleepless.
but then comes the sun,
and i'm back
to feeling like shit,
because i know that the invisible voice
is now
my own.
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I really like this poem, because it conveys that peculiar state of mind quite effectively. One reason for that might be your use of opposing ideas: First the voice is invisible, then you give it form; first it speaks lies, then the truth. Furthermore, I find the frequent use anaphora very similar to the way thoughts form in my own mind in such a state.
Unfortunately, the first verse is a bit long, and hit me like a hammer, so it took me a moment to recover from that blow. You follow that up with a few great images, though.
it calls itself my conscience, common sense, reality,
but i am older and wiser than such lies.
This one really grabbed me, but I'm not sure why. I think it's the connection you establish between reality and lies here.
i will make you as ugly
as my own shadow
in the day.
This adds a clear taste of self-loathing, which in my experience often goes hand in hand with such a state of mind.
like a ninja, or like vodka,
Quite simply the line I like most in this entire poem. It paints a great image of the inner voice and how it is received, as well as an image of alcohol, and the part it might have in this, but need not.
rebel side of heaven
This is simply a great expression.
The lack of capitalization is most noticeable in the frequently used "i," but seeing that there is only a single capital letter in the entire poem I noticed, I attribute that to this being written swiftly or at late hours. However, I think you could actually put this lower-case "i" to good use by contrasting it with a capital "I," the former representing the dissonant state of mind, and the latter the unified state that is reached at the end.
The ongoing battle with one's subconscious makes for an intriguing poem. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and it made me consider my own conscience and the effect it has on my day-to-day life. Parts of it sounded a little Bukowski-ish, which isn't a bad thing at all, just an observation.
i hate my invisible voice,
i try to kill it every chance i get.
I know the saying 'He must not have a conscience' but the truth is everyone has one and no one can get rid of it. Even if your a psychopathic child killer, you still have a conscience to some. Therefore, I don't think it is even remotely possible to kill a conscience, so why even bother?
i will make you as ugly
as my own shadow
in the day.
This line doesn't really make sense to me either. How can a shadow be ugly? You mean ugly as a term for lacking anything at all, lacking any appearance, color, or dimension? I like the image it creates, but it could be tweaked a little for better readability.
get behind me satan.
I would consider revising this, it seems a bit cliche to me. You see crazy preachers screaming this on B-movie remakes of 'The Exorcist'. It just seems a bit overused. But maybe that's the point.
i know that i cannot be swayed so easily
if i remember that i am easily swayed.
If a person knows that he/she is 'easily swayed', then he/she is easily swayed. This doesn't make sense. It's like saying that 'I know I can stand up for myself if only I remember how little self-esteem I have'. It's just not happening.
Free form
Spelling and grammar was perfect to the best of my knowledge.
Overall, I really liked this piece. It made me think while reading it which is always a pleasure. Just those few things I pointed out kind of threw off the flow of it for me but other than that, great work!
Thanks for your comments on my poem. I notice you're from Buffalo -- are you going to SUNY Buffalo? I went there for about a year and a half prior to transferring to SUNY Potsdam. I used to go to Charles Berstein's poetry sessions on occassion, and although I know Robert Creely was there at the time I was there, I never met him.
It's interesting that you chose my poem to critique, because I think we suffer from similar deficits. Namely, that the voice of your poem is you, rather than a character. Although there's nothing particularly wrong with writing in that way, it's difficult to draw larger meanings from works that are only based on your own psyche. Although we all feel like we're going through things that only we understand, the reality is most of us have gone through similar experiences over time, and that is what makes literature what it is. In college, students (including me at the time) tend to focus too much on the concept of a poet's individual personality, which in turn often leads students to focus on their own psyche, rather than looking outside of themselves for ideas.
but i am older and wiser than such lies.
If you're old, then I'm ancient, and I think I'm only a
few years older than you are.
Be careful not to glorify yourself
too much.
This piece reads largely like a journal entry, honestly, and could really use some refinement. Maybe think about taking parts of this poem and turning it into a new poem, which is often an interesting way to generate new work. For example, I like this section:
i will give you a hideous body,
invisible voice.
i will make you as ugly
as my own shadow
in the day.
i will imagine you have three heads,
a monster,
with paws and claws and pimples
covering every inch of your evil skin.
The lead line in that segment could make for some interesting writing, and the premise of that "stanza" is more clear and more profound than other elements of the work.
Try writing the poem with proper punctuation and grammar, and you might actually like it better. I know it feels fun and "poetic" to write without caps or proper use of grammar, but don't use a lack of conventions as an excuse so that you don't have to learn them in the first place.
I get the feeling you have psychedelic intentions. If that's the case, completely ignore attempts at humanizing your subjects. I used to try experiments where I'd just write complete nonsense in an effort to find psychedelic wordings. There are a variety of rock bands that use similar methods and come up with some interesting results.
Keep at it, but don't try so hard to be a "poet" or an "artist." I know a lot of people who were fellow writers of mine in college who thought that was the way to go. In fact, studying literature very seriously and rigorously tends to yield great results.
I thought it was a valid description of how most people 'think' most of the time. Often they don't realise this is going on constantly as background.
A previous comment about lower case 'i's seemed to me to ignore the history of such usage. I think your use of a lower case 'i' is particularly relevant because it expresses typographically sentiments analogous to those of the poem itself.
It reads to me like the work of somebody still very young. This is because of its introspection and its self critisism.
This is more a pschological comment than a literary critique, but the poem seemed to me to have more pschological content than literary quality.
I thought it was a valid description of how most people 'think' most of the time. Often they don't realise this is going on constantly as background.
A previous comment about lower case 'i's seemed to me to ignore the history of such usage. I think your use of a lower case 'i' is particularly relevant because it expresses typographically sentiments analogous to those of the poem itself.
It reads to me like the work of somebody still very young. This is because of its introspection and its self critisism.
This is more a pschological comment than a literary critique, but the poem seemed to me to have more pschological content than literary quality.



I thought this was a very interesting piece. The views and emotions in it are so abstract yet normal at the same time it makes you think at what exactly the point is and yet at the same time you do know. Its a very complicated, intricate piece. I enjoy its complexities maybe a little more than I should but I do.
I noticed the pattern of grammatical errors, referring to the fact that all of your I's are lower case when the I should be capital. I just figured you might want to know that so you can fix it up so it looks a little less messy.
I liked the flow of this poem, it was very different, but you seem to have a knack for making very different poetry. I find the uniqueness of your works very refreshing and interesting. I really like your poems, keep up the amazing writing!
Oh, one last thing. The imagery in this is, as usual, amazing written. I always love your descriptions.
Good job and good luck with you writing. Keep up the unique work.
~Michelle Erin.