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    Laughter & Bone Silence
    Laughter & Bone Silence
    Laughter & Bone Silence
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    Laughter & Bone Silence

    By Ryan Shayne

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    Laughter and Bone Silence is an anthology which explores the duality of the human mind. It is an adolescent reflection on the human heart.

    In his first formal publication, Ryan Shayne looks at the human condition; how we respond to and synthesise matters of the mind: temporality, vice, violence, piety, love, anxiety, magic, and mind. His poetry is subversive in sentimentality, and dangerous in diction.

    In his world, magical and quotidian real interface; symbols are shaped beyond their normative representations.

    The collection is an effort to denormalise the connotative values of words as influenced by social constructs. It is only by doing this, that we may evolve the art of language as a vehicle of self-expression.

    His diction must be understood as unorthodox yet not perverse, and it is with lucid imagery that he thereby reveals to readers an ambiguous middle ground of meaning. In doing so, he challenges readers to reconsider the sublunary single narratives into which, often subconsciously, humans buy. Ryan is an undergraduate student at the University of Cape Town, and his poetry is rich with literary allusion, no doubt interrelated to his preoccupation with Classical Studies and English Literature.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRyan Shayne
    Release dateMay 6, 2020
    ISBN9780463762806
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      Laughter & Bone Silence - Ryan Shayne

      Longer Poems

      Be Continually Drunk

      I used to be continually drunk:

      On love, on music, on song,

      But someone convinced me I had it wrong.

      So I forfeited my immortal muse,

      Gave my soul to hallowed halls and reading news.

      I conquered this world too without question,

      Then read my heart’s recurrent suggestion.

      What to do with everything in the world?

      Get rid of it all, be naked of it all.

      Rid of the flowers of noir mesh;

      Shave the things that cling to your flesh;

      Make of them what Caesar did Gaul;

      And try entrap them fore a wall.

      Leave them unfed; better yet, dead.

      It is the theatrical way,

      And I have done it in broad day;

      I’ve done it with the same smiling face,

      I’ve worn the same suit, shattered the same vase,

      Shoved myself up the same chute,

      Ruptured everything; never things I ought replace.

      Sway me otherwise; won’t that be astute?

      But to convince someone without desire

      Is to cast yourself in the same fire;

      The same wicked fate, the same burning pyre.

      So take my items as you wish,

      But your head will be served soon on a dish;

      Gargantuan will be the platter,

      Because you’ll keep getting fatter,

      And you’ll resent the pitter patter

      Of raindrops on a cool windowpane,

      And you’ll grow tired too

      Of the sky’s illimitable blue.

      Perhaps from my goods you should thus refrain,

      And learn of love, of music, of song again.

      Bukowski

      He wouldn’t touch an ordinary living

      He wouldn’t piss if it didn’t burn

      He wouldn’t kiss those who weren’t hurting

      He didn’t bleed, and when he did, it wasn’t from the heart

      His body was built upon no universal bones;

      A spirit stuck into a form which cannot hold him

      He would bite on none of the humdrum habits:

      He wouldn’t work the nine to five,

      Refused to walk dead alive

      He came home to no steak dinners,

      He wanted no family,

      He would not sweat psalms beneath his palms.

      He fought no war of light and dark

      Nor did he care for the world either,

      Or the universe …

      Or heaven or hell,

      But he goddam loved women.

      To Prufrock

      Let us go then, you and I,

      ’Mongst the champagne chatter beneath the sky.

      When the evening warm blanket hugs away the day,

      Let us witness the muttering retreats of children and their sweets:

      Humbug wrappers to chew on or

      Else be chewed by doddered humbugs.

      As the youth race down hide-and-seek corridors,

      When they discover the great wars,

      Learn of the whores,

      So we will turn the corner,

      So we must go and warn her.

      A doll oversees what little girl plays in one sock free,

      Then springs on a dare with the moon,

      Socks tossed and thrown athwart,

      Stockings, knickers, her purse,

      So beneath the shadow flickers,

      She dares the universe.

      Those debauched by their lollipop nights,

      Oh milky way in following you

      She has lost all youth.

      The dolls play more games with this girl,

      Steal her socks, leave

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