Halloween, a seasonally: Halloween, a seasonally appropriate symbol (scarecrow) juxtaposing the rift and conflicts on a battle between us humanoid creatures and the wisdom of nature taking arms... Jesus?
in my reading, this could: in my reading, this could ultimately be describing a hidden, odd little community that lives apart from everyone else.
Outsiders see them as strange, even deformed, and try to “clean them away” or ignore them.
Because of that, the people keep to themselves, mark their own doors, and speak their own language.
They only open up when someone comes knocking. At its heart, it’s about how groups that don’t fit in are pushed into hiding,
but still hold onto their own identity behind closed doors.
sonder: Some call it sonder. Thanks for stopping by. Away for the long while and for an indeterminate period since I might go get to work..soon.
Take care.
Yeah, like a balance of: Yeah, like a balance of opposites in a lot of ways. It's been a good couple of weeks writing, not sure how much longer I can go on. Thank you deeply for the ongoing attention of your artist's eye, not sure if I could've done it without you.
As always, your response is: As always, your response is very astute, very accurate, or---as we used to say on the c.b.---"10-10 and 10-8 shape." I always feel very honored when you visit one of my poems. Thank you for doing so.
There’s quite a sharp edge to: There’s quite a sharp edge to this piece that feels less like a meditation on poetry and more like a confrontation with its absence. By calling the lines “geometry” rather than verse, the speaker seems to be wrestling with the difference between form and feeling, of whether art can survive if it’s only structure without spirit. The imagery of discarding, of trash and triviality, lands with deliberate cruelty, but it also raises a deeper question: what makes a work worth keeping, and what makes it vanish without consequence? It can also be read it as a reminder that not everything we create will endure, but even the act of naming that impermanence has its own strange power.