Showing posts with label ghost poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghost poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 4, 2026
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Phantom Blues
I have the phantom blues.
I'm too tired to be blue.
This is what phantoms do.
They only almost have the blues.
Maybe I'll get some rest
so I can get depressed.
Yes, that's it. I need to
feel better to feel worse.
Maybe I am a phantom.
I hadn't thought of that.
Just an old weary ghost
with an invisible hat.
Hans Ostrom 2017
I'm too tired to be blue.
This is what phantoms do.
They only almost have the blues.
Maybe I'll get some rest
so I can get depressed.
Yes, that's it. I need to
feel better to feel worse.
Maybe I am a phantom.
I hadn't thought of that.
Just an old weary ghost
with an invisible hat.
Hans Ostrom 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Ghosthood
I'll tell you what it's like to be a ghost:
No one sees you. If you talk, people
don't hear. They will not see you wave.
The apparitional circumstance
is worse than loneliness. It is
to experience nothing. It is to be
the consciousness of No. Being a ghost
is like wandering an Earth covered
with desert. It is the desolation
of an infinite bleached sky.
hans ostrom 2017
No one sees you. If you talk, people
don't hear. They will not see you wave.
The apparitional circumstance
is worse than loneliness. It is
to experience nothing. It is to be
the consciousness of No. Being a ghost
is like wandering an Earth covered
with desert. It is the desolation
of an infinite bleached sky.
hans ostrom 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Ghost Pavilion
I have been admitted to
the Ghost Pavilion,
which rises from a
plateau beyond fatalism.
There one is invited
to view reproductions
of the groups and squads
and masses of faces
one has passed by,
through, or among
in life. Students at
the Ghost Pavilion
accept that reality
exists but also learn
that anybody's perceptions
of it are little more than
a cache of roughly
recorded glimpses.
hans ostrom 2017
the Ghost Pavilion,
which rises from a
plateau beyond fatalism.
There one is invited
to view reproductions
of the groups and squads
and masses of faces
one has passed by,
through, or among
in life. Students at
the Ghost Pavilion
accept that reality
exists but also learn
that anybody's perceptions
of it are little more than
a cache of roughly
recorded glimpses.
hans ostrom 2017
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Paranormal Boredom
The ghost
fell asleep on
the couch
watching a
"reality" TV-show
about paranormal
activity.
hans ostrom 2014
fell asleep on
the couch
watching a
"reality" TV-show
about paranormal
activity.
hans ostrom 2014
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