Very nice poem structure and theme design : That's a lot material things. Hopefully they never quite "all..are the same". It's hard enough, as it is ; )
I must aopologize for the: I must aopologize for the several uncorrected typos. I spelled "find" as "fine," and I left the "c" out of "connections." I am so sorry for this. During this past week, in which my medical condition has been more abnormal than usual, I have found that my keyboarding has been far less accurate than I would prefer. Plus, I have never been a good proofreader. But I hope that those negative qualities do not poorly reflect upon my genuine admiration for your Poems, your verbal skill, and the ptogounf spirituality at thrives within your words and phrases. The metaphor that came to my mind as I keyboarded these words is a tourist walking toward one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. The tourist happens to stumble; and while the mis-step may seem laughable, or even pathetic, the tourist's awe in the presence of the Wonder is in no way diminished by the stumble.
Oh yes! motorboating is so: Oh yes! motorboating is so much fun save for an accessible body of water if living inland and away from fuel and mechanics!
Thank you for your stirring: Thank you for your stirring and perceptive thoughts on this oldie. Your insights are spot on and brilliantly expressed. Always a pleasure.
Thank you for not reading: Thank you for not reading casually. It has been an inexpressible pleasure to read your all-embracing examinations, complete with moving, illuminating anecdotes and references to other poems. It's a rare jolt of encouragement, and I got a double dose this time!
You make a difference. May your gifts to others return to you a hundredfold.
Just the other day we joined: Just the other day we joined our child at home watching the 1967 Jungle Book which is their current favourite. We've seen it a many number times together but in the 'dream state' a rerun was called for. Then in a moment realising that the moment shared is etched for eternity like a tether to a fleeting innocence. Pretty soon they have gone and grown and without those tethered memories and shared adventures no recollection would ground us and connect us back to that singular moment of innocence when another phase of life presents itself with new opportunities however different they may be in mode and mind. So wonderful, so much to gain and so much to be lost. May regret be afar off and a harnessing be fruitful.
Two aspects of this very: Two aspects of this very profound essay stand out to me: the profound wisdom with which you interpret the past, and the similarities in the contours of Little Evan's life to mine. High School was a scary place for me my first (which was sophomore), because it was a transition from junior (7th through 9th) high, and because the snide remarks and prejudices seemed tp have much sharper edges in high school. My senior year, however, was entirely different---so pleasant that I was a little traumatized by its ending (not knowing that a new relationship, with my First real Beloved, would begin in about a month). I worked for one, sometimes two, periods a day as TA for the Chairman of the English Department, who was reputed to be the most powerful teacher in the entire school district; and I soon found myself with a new, glossy reputation. I even had a date for the prom.
But reading your essay, I was amazed by the power of your language to evoke memories, good and bad, of my high school. The Little Evan series is powerful, with a highly original concept I have never encountered before. All of its parts are excellent, and a couple of them are off the charts in power and impact---and this one is among 'em.
I agree . . . that is a lot: I agree . . . that is a lot to ponder. I wanted to contrast Mary Shelley and George Sand to Lenin through his father. However, I thought that in 1831 Sand had published her first independent novel, Indiana, which is what I was going for. But, unlike my gaff with the assassin of Sergei Romanov (1905), I actually bothered to check my facts and found out that Sand's novel came out in 1832, so I had to revert to the novel she wrote with her then lover as a collaboration. Oh well, my intention was good, although the result was slightly adjusted.