In this poem, Patricia has: In this poem, Patricia has given us an epyllion, a poem that feels like an epic, and yet does not require the large space that most epics occupy, or the verbosity that most epics present. I figured this out when I reached the poem's center of gravity, which is the line "on your way to Ithica." This is allusive not only to Homer, but to Constantine Cavafy's poem, Ithica. The poem's implied speaker is advising the poem's reader, almost as if Homer had written the Odyssey in the second person voice in order to help Odysseus on his journey. (I am not a big fan of Odysseus, so I am glad he is actually not the primary character in Patricia's poem,) "Fossilized stories" and "keychain gods and monsters" will be met on the way to Ithica; thus forewarned, the reader will know how to deal with, or to avoid, them while moving toward Ithica.
The poem has two different mechanisms that work very smoothely together, and very efficiently, to convey the poem's message: the use of metaphor and simile; and the sense of forward motion which is maintained by an unfolding catalog of descriptors (which is where the metaphors and similes function). Momentum is also maintained by the shortness of her lines. During my reading of the poem---and I was certainly bedazzled by it---I thought of the images moving upon the screen like a kind of kalaidoscope.
Here I must confess something: although I admire Cavafy enthusiastically, and many of his poems have touched my life exquisitely, I do not enjoy his poem, "Ithica." I think----and I am not writing this simply to curry favor---that Patricia handles the same sort of poem with much more success. Cavafy's poem sounds like an invocation; Patricia's is, instead, a conversation. This makes the poem more credible and more grounded in the quotidian experience that each of its readers bring to it.
No problem! I was aware of: No problem! I was aware of your suffering and everything that was going on at the time, and I always give you the benefit of the doubt in every situation. It was very gracious and considerate of you to follow up. Take care.
Some no doubt will be: Some no doubt will be breathless while many will continue with a whole lotta shakin goin on. His personal life would probably not make love sweeter for you. It's been a long journey since drinkin wine spo-dee-o-dee.
And this could be adapted as: And this could be adapted as an anthemic guide to all we do even here at this site in particular. Good going mate!
P.S. Sometimes feel like that kid in the bitchute clip attached here.
None taken, Starward. The: None taken, Starward. The silences between conversations are equally filled with gestative nutritive thought that make picking up from where it was left off all the more richer and deeper. Almost like a game of chess returned to, undisturbed and ongoing.
I failed to acknowledge this: I failed to acknowledge this comment, also, and for that I am very sorry. Please forgive me for this unintentional snub, I am very sorry for my failure.
I sincerely apologize for: I sincerely apologize for failing to acknowledge this comment. I was ill at that time, and probably missed the email notification. No offense intended, please forgive me.
I take it, from the poem's: I take it, from the poem's interior details, that you are writing about the 1931 film from Universal Studios, with Boris Karloff as the Monster? The Monster is not called Frankenstein . . . either in the film, or in the novel . . . that name belongs to the man who constructed the Monster. Have you read the novel by Mary Shelley? She was the first literary person whose work I ever encountered (at the tender age of five and a half years old; on Christmas night of 1963). In the spring of 1978, I was privileged to make the novel, her first, the focus of my sophomore project in college, a survey of over one hundred years of reviews of the novel. I have read many, many interpretations of both the film and the novel, and yours is about the uniquest that I can remember in a long, long time.
That's a whole lifetime there: That's a whole lifetime there spent of sleeping and eating, hair cutting and hair lengthening, of gaining and losing of weight. And all the while Time ticks and the hours become days and months and years, and the tocking continues. It felt like love was hidden both in the shutting in and of being shut out. So real and so impressing.