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crypticbard commented on: Visit To One Of The Seventy by Starward-Led 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Thank you kindly for getting: Thank you kindly for getting back to me. This is much appreciated, more than can be put to words. . [ go to comment ]
Starward commented on: Theft Of A Continent by saiom 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Saiom, you have not merely: Saiom, you have not merely passed away (as people who have no hope are wont to say): rather (to use words Peter Cushing spoke of his dear wife), you are not lost to us; you are just, at the moment, not here. Starward [ go to comment ]
Teytonon commented on: Theft Of A Continent by saiom 3 years 19 weeks* ago* I didn’t know..: I didn't know saiom had passed away. I'm sorry to hear that. [ go to comment ]
Starward commented on: Visit To One Of The Seventy by Starward-Led 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Please forgive me for failing: Please forgive me for failing to reply to this comment in a timely manner. I always love your theological insights, and this one, in the comment above, is one of your finest. I regret my negligence and delay to acknowledge it, and I ask your forgiveness. [ go to comment ]
Teytonon commented on: Theft Of A Continent by saiom 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Though it’s true those who stole..: Though it's true those who stole a continent from Native Americans Were Europeans who were white In no way am I saying what was done is right But if you suffer from incontinence European half the night It's also true your bedsheets may no longer stay so white! [ go to comment ]
j-ninetyfour commented on: *Yet [/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Leadings Toward Stars; Five Ordered Shot, Four Of Them Queers** by Starward-Led 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Thank you very much for that: Thank you very much for that comment. As always, you understand my intention; but, in my own self-doubt, I was still uncomfortable with the use of the slur words, and the easy callousness of the speaker toward the five victims that were executed. I think the ease with which these evil feelings can be imitated, even by one who most adamantly despises them, is an indicator of the spiritual flaws in all of us that someone like Lenin, Hitler, or the local agitator down the street or (as we shall all be facing in 2024) the Innkeeper himself can exploit. To simply say that those who are deemed to be different, or look different, or sound different, "will get what they deserve" is a most heinous attitude (and it is one that, I must confess, my ultra-reactionary parents attempted to instill into me before my adolescence; but my innate resentment toward their dismissal of all that was dear to me had the positive effect of preventing me from "buying into" their narrow world-view). Your validation of this poem has removed all of my doubts about it. [ go to comment ]
patriciajj commented on: *Yet [/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Leadings Toward Stars; Five Ordered Shot, Four Of Them Queers** by Starward-Led 3 years 19 weeks* ago* So I could appreciate your: So I could appreciate your emotionally cataclysmic poem better, I looked up a translation of the "Hymn Of The Bolshevik Party" and I would encourage other readers to the same to get a sense of the ferocious arrogance behind the atrocity and the farcical triumphalism of those words against the backdrop of the story. A brilliant strategy! The parallels to our current trajectory of events is unsettling, and you make it even more palpable by the clever insertion of topical references. But these modern soundbites are not anachronisms, but absolutely believable, and in one case historically accurate to the 1930's when Hitler, on occasion, used the phrase "make Germany great again". You also understand the potency of writing in the vernacular of the speaker in order to provide the necessary realism in a heart-pummeling drama. With knockout skill, you wove a credible voice and current struggles into an historical frame, and then, striking hard with images and superior style, you unveiled, stanza by riveting stanza, the end game of frenzied nationalism turned into collective hate: state-sanctioned murder. A cleansing that rationalizes any possible crime against humanity. While this superb drama, as rich, haunting and laudable as anything composed by the great anti-Soviet poet Joseph Brodsky, cracks open the heart, the real compensation awaits the reader at the end. You saved something astoundingly poignant for last, something almost ironically elegant in its composition, and yet it scorches the landscape of our consciousness like a blowtorch. I tell you honestly: anyone who truly reads this, with an open mind and heart, will be able to move on to the next post and quickly forget it. Certainly, it will stay with me for a long time. [ go to comment ]
j-ninetyfour commented on: God, What is Your Real Name? by satishverma 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Although I do not care for: Although I do not care for the title of the poem, I really like the text of the poem. The succinct and short statements give the poem an enormous verbal power. [ go to comment ]
j-ninetyfour commented on: Fucked-Up by metaphorist 3 years 19 weeks* ago* I applaud this response, in: I applaud this response, in your excellent style, to old man Larkin's poem. [ go to comment ]
j-ninetyfour commented on: My Precious Jewel by satishverma 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Again I applaud your usual: Again I applaud your usual style and I very much lke the classic references in the last line. [ go to comment ]
Wordman commented on: Blinded by Wordman 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Thank you Patricia, for the: Thank you Patricia, for the kind words, your time and visit to my writings, and your poetic support. You ain't bad yourself, ya know? :) [ go to comment ]
patriciajj commented on: Rhapsody of the Realms by patriciajj 3 years 19 weeks* ago* I could say the same about: I could say the same about you: you see far and with a benevolent eye. Truly, I'm unspeakably grateful for your insights into my work, your valuable presence in this community and your support that has made all the difference. Your pen is a beacon! [ go to comment ]
j-ninetyfour commented on: Anguish Of Scars by satishverma 3 years 19 weeks* ago* This is a beautiful poem,: This is a beautiful poem, reading like snippets of overheard conversations. The final two lines present a striking, and maybe even a little frightening, concept of the moon's death. But I doubt the poem indicates anything about the medical health of the Poet. [ go to comment ]
Teytonon commented on: Anguish Of Scars by satishverma 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Have you spoken to your..: Have you spoken to your doctor regarding a possible change in medication? Keep the faith. You will recover from this. Have they ever determined what the problem is? [ go to comment ]
j-ninetyfour commented on: Rhapsody of the Realms by patriciajj 3 years 19 weeks* ago* Thank you so much for the: Thank you so much for the reply, I really appreciate your kind words. But I would also like to add an addendum to my original comment. First . . . and I will never tire of saying this, Poetry is one of the most essential human functions, and your Poems have proven you as one of the most essential Poets. Wallace Stevens wrote a late poem called "The Planet on the Table" in which he described his Poetry under the metaphor of a globe that can be seen in any elementary school classroom. But you have gone beyond him---your Poetry is "The Universe on the Table," or, in this cyber age, "On the Screen," but wherever it is, table or screen, the main thing is that it is a universe. Your poems have a vertical dimension that Stevens reached only rarely; you reach it like it is right outside your front door, and you just step out to take a look around. Consider, for example, the lines that follow "I knew what joy might be." At that point, the poem blossoms into one of the most spiritually comforting perspectives that I have ever read in a poem in the fifty years that I have been reading Poetry. So many people start with or from this Earth, and then look toward the Cosmos (like the Webb and the Hubble out there in orbit), and ask "What's out there?"; but you, with your very adroit grasp of grandeur, look from the Cosmos back toward the earth and tell us, not asking but telling, "This is what's out there," and then you provide us a verbal depiction that is as exquisite, and as stunning, and as breathtaking, as any photograph that the Webb is capable of sending back to us. The Webb can see such perspectives because of a clever arrangement of mirrors, power sources, and programming code. You can see even further, and even greater, perspectives because of the receptive power of your Soul, and the largesse, also in your Soul, to share it in your Poems. When Stevens wrote that "Poets help people live their lives" he was describing what he hoped he would be, but he also was predicting what you do and do very well. I did not ever think of the vocation of human beings explaining the Cosmos to itself until your Poems began to demonstrate that very function. [ go to comment ]