I’m forever grateful to the: I’m forever grateful to the people in your life who instilled in you an appreciation for poetry and the ability to read a poem like no one else I’ve ever known. That skill, and your conviction (of course, eloquently stated in various ways in many of your comments) that writing poetry is a sublime vocation, not just a hobby, has reignited my own passion for the craft.
So I’m reading your amazing analysis, an illumination that is deeply perceptive, motivating, spot-on and thrilling in its unparalleled insight, and thinking: he gets it! He pinpointed, not only the center of gravity, but my heart’s assignment, my inner goal, my reason to stop everything on a chaotic day and allow a little light to seep through the cracks of our cynical, weary, nonsensical world. That’s a gift so precious even Pop Stevens couldn’t have given a voice to its worth.
My deepest and infinite gratitude.
Your poetry often reminds me: Your poetry often reminds me of what Boris Pasternak wrote in 1960:
"Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades."
He would have applauded your unsparing indictment of a social experiment turned into a cruel, colossal failure. With the right touch of wit and searing reality, your poem is an excellent cautionary tale. Great one!
Moment of clarity. : I finally understand what is going on here.
I recently discovered that much of my intellectual property from this site, like my poetry analyses (from my year 11 literature) has been stolen and plagiarised completely unadulterated (complete with spelling and grammar errors) in other people’s undergraduate and Master theses. Many of these theses were published recently, which begs the question of why the university wasn’t using plagiarism detection to check them?
Further, I have found some to be profiteering off my work by selling it to the likes of Barnes and Noble (Bartleby) and others.
Admittedly, I am partially to blame. I uploaded my work under a pseudonym (with references removed to try to deter potential theft) to a public poetry website. My reasons for this were to spread my love of English literature and, perchance, inspire young minds to appreciate it as much as I do.
I quite enjoy these exchanges, myself: Dialing back to a time that had no time - you might be inventing time in reverse. I feel like this would make a unique and challenging Sci Fi story/script on time travel. Might have to steal an already existing title, though: The Land Before Time. ; )
Thank you, again.
Question for you..: Question for you. Or anyone else who might know. When a poem is created, the system will note the time. Sometimes the time is accurate, sometimes it's not. I'm not losing any sleep over it, but do you know why that is? Thanks.
Hmm. That’s a very..: Hmm. That's a very thought-provoking question. I need a minute to think about it. Though if I went back to the moment before the concept of time was invented, I wouldn't know what a minute was. Hmm. Another thought-provoking question. Will someone stop provoking my thoughts please? Seriously, I enjoy chatting on topics like this. It keeps my mind engaged. I'm an admirer of your work. Keep it up!
haha. Thank you, sir. As: haha. Thank you, sir. As usual, your wordplay adds to your critique. Here's one for you: If you had a time machine and wanted to go back to the moment before the concept of time was invented, could you?
Thank you, Patricia.: Thank you, Patricia. Particularly appreciate you sharing your sense of the rhythm in the poem. It came across to you just as I intended in writing it, and that's yet another helpful share among many you've been so kind to divulge. Also, how you picked out the four lines you've highlighted above and granted them stand alone value is not just a much appreciated compliment but also speaks to your poetic senses, because I wrote them before much of the second stanza and built around them. I appreciate the generosity of time you've given to my poems over the years. I'm surely far from alone in this appreciation.
Thank you, once more, for: Thank you, once more, for such kind words, as well as the way you can connect something so small as my poem with other, grand things. Your description of the way in which atoms charge the stars is quite poetic, in itself. : )
Regarding Stevens, I absolutely love the title "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters" - I think it's one of the most interesting and intriguing titles ever created. That's a real gift, to be able to create such a specific title, yet not give away the poem. He had that.
Again, my gratitude. Thank you for taking the time and sharing - as you do so well - what about Tiny Little Gears made it for you.
What the hell?: What the hell?
Are you well?
Writing a poem about slaying!
Here's the thing
Murdering
People is just not ok!
Ramona, please note
Need to read what I wrote
Hope it's not too confusing
Wish to make it real clear
May I ask you, my dear
What kind of drugs are you using?
What the hell?
Am I well?
For my soul, I should be praying
OMG!
I agree
With everything you say!
Thank you. When I underwent: Thank you. When I underwent heart surgery in 2007 (with only three in twenty chances to survive), he and I began to reconcile. He died ten months after my surgery. I think at the end we were closer than we ever had been in my life.