The Mini Me puppet master

2009 July 9

I salute you little man,
sitting in your easy chair,
watching the kaleidoscope of life.
The flickering images,
yours to interpret, to filter,
to massage into a lump of the thought
you desire, devour, project.
No one knows who you really are,
hiding behind the screens of experience,
emotions, beliefs, scraps and bits.
Dorothy’s curtained wizard manipulating,
pulling stage ropes, flipping the switches.
Each time the mouth speaks,
you are the hand choosing the words.
Every instance a touch is felt,
you are the sense given.
The heart and brain only apparatuses
to contain you, comfort you, feed you.
A masochistic misologistic person,
twisted, distorted by grappling
with your own contradictions.
I love you and I loathe you,
the ying and yang of my soul,
infantile patriarchal spark with in.
The Mini Me puppet master, marionette,
Freud’s das Es, the id sewn flesh to flesh,
my didactic homunculus self.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour

12 Responses leave one →
  1. 2009 July 9

    Donald, these lines at at the heart of the poem:

    “The flickering images,
    yours to interpret, to filter,
    to massage into a lump of the thought
    you desire, devour, project.”

    Peace,
    Geoffrey

  2. 2009 July 9

    “I’d sewn flesh to flesh…” Wonderful!

  3. 2009 July 9

    Wonderful poetry. It took me to places!

    abstracting

  4. 2009 July 9

    You hale the lecturing self. Ah, creature comforts of staging behind the curtain.

  5. 2009 July 9

    This is great. I love the way you are playing with language here and riffing on the idea of this little man all the way through the piece. Good work. And tell your Mini Me good work as well, since he’s the real author. :)

  6. 2009 July 10

    I love where you went with this…these words did great

    The heart and brain only apparatuses
    to contain you, comfort you, feed you.
    A masochistic misologistic person,
    twisted, distorted by grappling
    with your own contradictions.

  7. 2009 July 10

    Ah….sitting in an easy chair indeed, while your flesh and bones does all the work. ;) Good take on the prompt. I like this.

    Mutiny in Six Parts

  8. 2009 July 11
    rallentanda permalink

    Your command of language is impressive and illustrates the complexity of homunculus .One of the best homunculus poems so far. I would have preferred flicking the switches rather than flipping the switches…
    I know I’m being a pedantic old pain!

  9. 2009 July 11

    These are my favorite lines:

    A masochistic misologistic person,

    infantile patriarchal spark with in.

    The way you pair these adjectives together is so effective. Love the whole poem!

  10. 2009 July 11

    soooooooo good to read and how you used the words

  11. 2009 July 13

    I must admit–’mini me’ gave me quite a chuckle! I can just picture your little man perched on top of your computer…pulling those strings.

    good read.

  12. 2009 July 14

    Excellent. I love the sound of “infantile patriarchal spark.” This really gets to the sense of the homunculus exactly.

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