His habitation and His glory: His habitation and His glory begins within our soul and from whence is magnified. The Lord bless you and keep you. May His grace abound in you, and all around you as you move into the coming week.
a meandering but sure journey: For some time now I have been hounded by Matejko's "Stańczyk" and have proceeded to extricate myself from that man in the mirror with definite likenesses of the soul's parts. And that brings this journey adjacent to the seeking of forgiveness along a path of chanting and whispering. This is probably the top contender to my personal glory poetry. And for that there is you to thank.
I wasn't speaking: I wasn't speaking specifically about poets being assholes here although it does happen. This was more about a lot of my friends, acquantances and co-workers in the real world. But yeah, there are some poets that can be real assholes, too.
I am always amazed at how: I am always amazed at how some very literate people, even poets, will bash another poet for his or her orientation and who he or she loves. Vergil who, far more than Homer, is foundational to all of Western literature, and was even considered by the early Christians to be a prophet of Christ's advent, was not hetero; and no one, during his lifetime in Rome, was the least bit bothered about it; not even his pal, the Emperor Augustus, who was a reactionary on so many other issues. We poets of the Western literary tradition are the spiritual daughters and sons of Vergil; and if some of us bash others for their orientation, we betray and dishonor the grandeur of his accomplishment.
Thank you so much. Although: Thank you so much. Although I really liked the character Trystan, and wanted to present him, I was nervous about the poem because of the use of certain terms (like the name of the planet on which the ship lands; and, following the example of Cordwainer Smith's stories. Your comment gives me encouragement to continue on with poems like this.
The "Landing Report" is a: The "Landing Report" is a clever device for an endearing and fanciful character study, brimming with all the hallmarks of quiet rebellion and confident authenticity. The subject is further illuminated by the speaker of the poem who shows a deep admiration for the highly skilled, multidimensional, barefoot maverick with a recognizable inner beauty as well as physical appeal.
It was a shrewd choice to make the observer remain detached and professional in spite of Trystan's allure because this added a subtle tension, more provocative than anything obvious or explicit.
The narrator, with a melodic artistry slipping into the professional report, remains fascinated with the free spirit's insistence on foregoing shoes to the very end. The last line has an open-ended quality; an invitation, perhaps. The unwritten story leaves an irresistible sense of possibility and intrigue.
Another celebration of love in this crucial and varied series.
Although during my strictly: Although during my strictly controlled childhood, I was not allowed to routinely listen to "rock and roll" music, I did, at times, catch some of Tommy James' music (Crimson And Clover fascinated me for its title, and the use of those words in the lyric), and was also starting to read (in a very limited way) science fiction. Your poem reminded me of this combination.
I happen to believe that: I happen to believe that multitudes have experienced this, at one time or another, in their lives. Few have articulated it, because our "happy is as happy looks" society looks down upon, or actively persecutes, the discontented. This short poem is profoundly sufficient to assure those who feel isolated, by this emotion, that they are not alone.