Please forgive my delay in: Please forgive my delay in replying to this. And I liked what you said about Stevens' ability to create unusual titles without giving away the poem. The great critic, Helen Vendler, who is probably the finest interpreter of Stevens' poetry, created a "reading strategy" for readers of Stevens' poems, and the first point she wrote was "distrust Stevens' titles." The "Mountain Covered With Cats" has nothing to do with either mountains or cats. But I think you described it better than she dd.
You’re sorry for..: You're sorry for doing whatever it is you do that makes your girlfriend/fiancé/wife sad or mad, but you're not sure what you do that makes her sad or mad? I'm going to give you a clue, maybe it will help.
Take a good hard look at your online name, 'irockpoker'. I don't know you, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you rock. The problem is the rest of it, 'poker'. If your lady is like the ones I've known, I would guess they're not thrilled about being poked. Would you be? Stop with the poking!
I believe I read this: I believe I read this excellent character study before, and it was a huge pleasure to analyze the revised version.
You’re a pro at planting us straight into a scene, right down to the battery candles and "The sauce glistening greasy on the dark wood table", and using those astutely chosen details, those flashes of shattering realism, to underscore the emotional dynamics of the story.
Here there was such a dramatic shift in the inner atmosphere that it felt like plummeting from a cliff. What I found truly cunning was the way mid-century wallpaper went from magically quaint and trendy to a representation of everything tasteless, cheap and self-indulgent about the society that produced the cad.
A stunning feat of poetic manipulation.
Applauding once more!
Sorry for taking so long to: Sorry for taking so long to get back to you regarding this question, I somehow missed it. Honestly, I've never noticed the fluctuations in accuracy on the time stamp. I've always just assumed it wasn't in alignment with my time zone, and thought that was all to it. I'm going to have to observe this more closely, now.
I've been so busy lately that: I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to give your top-tier creations the attention they deserve. And that's my loss. This poetic exhale is a cunning little ode to all the poems that never where. I'm a very prolific author those!
Nice one.
I loved winding my way: I loved winding my way through your one audacious, imaginative and deeply introspective sentence illuminated by brilliant metaphors and some mind-bending contemplation. So nice to read you again, fine weaver of words!
With astonishing sensitivity: With astonishing sensitivity and mastery, you captured the Stygian existence of the half-alive denizens of Cracolandia, literally "Crackland". The images are ruthlessly melancholic, unshakable. Only a word artist of the highest order could crush us under the weight of such artistic realism:
"I am human – I am human
beats
the drum that whispers
between the willows."
Brutal. And breathtaking.
And just when I thought I couldn't be more submerged in your expertly etched images, I felt it should be impossible for anyone with half a heart to feel nothing when reading:
"To beat our soul with bleak
and brief relief
that it is only a distant suffering
a world away"
What a potent poetic weapon against apathy. In a world of deep isolation and divisiveness, this brave and compassionate work of art is essential.
True greatness.