Bellerophon 0.1

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I really like the title, and want to treat the poem as a sort of definition for the word, which I havnt looked up.

Bellerophon


We are a sort of vanished generation,
even if there's no trauma yet to grab
at our collective consciousness -- the half
of us that can still act, seems like a conversational opener, a speaker in a chair next to a fire

they fail to see the visions
crippling our poets and our painters: this line doesn't work for me, poets and painters particularly, not because they don't fit the poem, but because it's like the two always go together
a world at war, a world aflame,
a world returned to tyrants' hands, 

and other such abstractions. Or perhaps this line loses me, like the speaker loses interest in his own words and rambles off
they see, yet feel they're free
as long as future's future -- for we lack which even though I like future's future, reinforces for me the speakers lack of interest, repetition for the sake of repetition, the three uses of world and this series of f and l sounds
a proper cause, a righteous dogma

to hold us absolutely, the modern
butchered by our mothers and our fathers and our
into a Chimera we'll mock to fight,
a Pegasus we'll soon lose. But these last two lines and the words you chose like wake him up and bring back the interest of understanding bellerophon

Thanks for the read!