revamp of the meeting….

on November 28, 2009 in things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with 11 comments by

the meeting.

i bumped into Truth on the subway,
his clothing was ragged and torn,
and he looked with dismay
at Hatred and Rage,
and with pity at Anger and Scorn.

it seems he had left with the world in this mess
and had given up trying to try.
and he gazed up at me,
with this look so serene,
and the tear of Fate caught in his eye.

he had hidden himself in the details
by sealing up all of the doors.
he retreated inside,
just a new place to hide,
far from the violence and wars.

he had lost all his faith in Humanity
and Humanity lost faith in him,
as he started to fear for his sanity,
seeing children abused
and the face of Love bruised
while Ignorance lied on a whim.

’cause he needed a decade to think
and mix it around in his brain.
the Hurt we inflict,
the Evil, the Sick,
the Torture, the Horrors, the Pain.

he returned with a sense of frustration
that no one could help him defeat.
quite unable to find
a Peace in his mind
that would aid his attempts in the street.

see he couldn’t abide by Injustice
and he didn’t find Racism fair
and he just couldn’t see
why someone like me
could’ve found any reason to care.

i bumped into Truth on the subway
and our meeting just doesn’t seem real.
to encounter blind grace
in such a chance place,
that’s made up of concrete and steel.

written by barbie dockstader angell.

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  1. Bob
    posted on Nov 28, 2009 at 10:26 PM  |  

    It’s been awhile since I read that one. Very good, well balanced. And, very true.

    • posted on Nov 28, 2009 at 10:28 PM  |  

      thanks. i guess that means you like the new additions. much appreciated. : )

  2. Brett
    posted on Nov 29, 2009 at 1:44 AM  |  

    I always enjoyed the circa 1998 version, and this one feels even more evocative. I’d love to see a side by side. I MIGHT have a copy stowed at home…

  3. posted on Nov 29, 2009 at 4:35 PM  |  

    The Meeting

    I bumped into Truth on the subway,
    his clothing was ragged and torn,
    and he looked with dismay
    at Hatred and Rage,
    and with Pity and Anger and Scorn.
    It seems he had left
    with the world in this mess
    and given up trying to try
    and he gazed up at me
    with a look so serene
    and the tear of Fate caught in his eye.
    He had lost all his faith in Humanity
    and Humanity lost faith in him
    as he started to fear for his sanity
    seeing children abused
    and the face of love bruised
    While Ignorance lied on a whim.
    See he couldn’t abide by Injustice
    and he didn’t find Racism fair.
    And he just couldn’t see
    how someone like me
    could have found any reason to care.
    I bumped into Truth on the subway
    and our meeting just doesn’t seem real.
    To encounter blind grace
    in such a chance place
    made up of concrete and steel.

  4. Brett
    posted on Nov 29, 2009 at 7:52 PM  |  

    Three more quintain stanzas really help to flesh out our good personified friend Truth. Shame that a decade as a shut-in didn’t bring clarity, though I can’t say that I’m surprised. I particularly like “he had hidden himself in the details / by sealing up all of the doors”. I don’t know what doors, but it resonates.

    Sounds like a rough subway platform, what with Truth, Hatred, Rage and Scorn hanging about. I don’t know quite what they look like. Perhaps I’ve ridden with them.

    • posted on Nov 29, 2009 at 8:30 PM  |  

      i always thought he needed more of a story. i may continue to revamp it, i’m not certain at this point. the original poem took me months to write, maybe that’s why it’s such a favorite of mine and everyone else’s. the amusing thing is that i have never, ever been on a subway. i got the idea talking with my friend michael horn after seeing “mr. holland’s opus”. the first line of the poem was just one of those off-hand comments i tend to make. michael told me to write it down. i am forever in a struggle with paying hommage to truth however, so the poem may never be truly finished.

  5. Brett
    posted on Nov 29, 2009 at 10:21 PM  |  

    The subway is worth a go, if only for the experience.

    • posted on Nov 30, 2009 at 6:48 PM  |  

      okay, here’s the deal….once the poem makes me some real money, i will come out to chicago and get you and we’ll ride the subway. does chicago have a subway? i know it has the el. “play that again. i want to hear the sound of an elevated train.” – tommy lee jones in “the fugitive”.

  6. posted on Dec 02, 2009 at 11:06 AM  |  

    My favorite…. and even better.

  7. Brett
    posted on Dec 06, 2009 at 4:54 AM  |  

    Chicago has an elevated train that descends into the bowels of the city from time to time. For a true subway experience, it’s NYC. Perhaps I only say that because it was my first, but even still…

    • posted on Dec 06, 2009 at 10:58 AM  |  

      then we shall have to hit nyc. in the non-violent sense, of course. we could go to the algonquin hotel while we’re there. : )

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