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Blinking with Fists
(and other caterpillar tales)


A poem, if you will:
Gentle waves rise
just off the fingertips
All I breathe is mine
By name alone
Shape-shifter questions
To strip skin off slow
Devoid of sex
I mix up unions in the offering
The hushed-up voices are here
But they are sated full
Waiting for the stumble
That must surely come
"this time," he declares loudly
(annonymous town square)
"this time there will be no stumble"
and the crowd, on cue, errupts wildly in unison, "hooray"

while I sleep they come in pairs
to pat my head and teach old verse
I try to tell them my life is redundant
By placing my finger to my temple to show knowing
With bruises at the ready I am
Blinking with fists

The chorus lines up to sing
A deep breath, ready to begin
A crying baby breaks the silence
Awkward laughter ensues, on cue
"divine order," says someone

falling down chimneys, thru veins, out limbs
into masterpieces drawn in dirt
the figures are portrayed in a stunning act of repose
their bindings on their wrists
they are still blinking


Copyright © 2004 Billy Corgan


Hello everyone, if any of you are into poetry this is a poem by Billy Corgan and was wondering if you people could tell what you think the meaning of this poem is.

Do you need help with homework?

Well for me i think it could be about wanting to be accepted and having to get back up after every little stumble , and then finally getting up and being positive and saying not today, today is mine .

but all the while you still rember to walk with an air of caution.

I just need other peoples point of view for my thesis on how certain literary terms prove my theme of identity.

Man, that's really hard to figure out hey. I read it four times and I still can't make sense of it.

That's some amazing poetry

I think it's Billy's musings on reinvention, wherein he feels himself as being a sort of vehicle or medium for greater things as governed by some external force.

The first stanza is Billy feeling alienated in his own body. He mentions the external force ("the hushed-up voices") and indicates their greatness ("they are sated full"). He concludes at the end that the next version of himself will be the best, and the external forces accept his conclusion ("hooray").

The second stanza is Billy discussing with the external forces what he is to become. The "blinking with fists" I believe is a breakdown. He can't move on unless he lets go of the past.

The third stanza is Billy nearly comprehending the wishes of the external forces ("The chorus"), but jumping to conclusions far too soon ("crying baby breaks the silence") and becoming something better, but not yet the best. The external forces seem to have a sense of humor ("divine order", said jokingly).

The final stanza is a reinvented Billy looking on with new-found clarity at his past selves ("masterpieces drawn in dirt"). Despite being lesser versions of himself, they are still able to and do provide knowledge in the best way they can ("a stunning act of repose").

What a wonderful interpretation

That is a really good interpretation..

Billy? Are you there?

I think the poem is about fisting and blinking. Maybe even at the same time.