Your much welcome interaction: Your much welcome interaction and comment brings me to the memory of reading play scripts wherein the narrator's and the playwright's notes are equally "on the page" as the literary text itself. That is such a beuatiful meld of voices, a fluid nebula of stream of consciousness even.
I like how this poem tells us: I like how this poem tells us how it should be read (some of Wallace Stevens' finest do that as well): it is to be received as a lilting melody that flows further than the far-away glow of the faintest star, and so delicate that not even the finest mist can kiss it. This is superb verbal artistry at its highest level.
The paradox of blame and: The paradox of blame and responsibility across generations.
As the song Living Years goes: "Every generation / blame the one before / And all of their frustrations / come beating down your door."
I do not believe that this cycle exists in all societies. And most certainly, if it does, in some realms it's very subtle and often goes unnoticed, unsaid. I think that the cycle, and even more so the perceptions of it, are largely a product of excess and spoils of empire. Those living closer to the ground have far less time, and reason, to see themselves as a bi-product of a previous generation.
We all endure the Façade of a: We all endure the Façade of a manipulator/Narcissist, pretending to be Prince Charming, just so they can tear you down and break you apart, while pretending that they are the victims and you're the bad guy. But what great joy it is when you finally see through the Façade and you see who they really are and you leave torn. So much more peaceful.
If you are still with him, : If you are still with him, you should leave. I know that's easier said than done. In time you would be happier without him. Might hurt at first, but you'll heal and in that healing, you'll find peace and happiness. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be treated right. You deserve respect. You deserve to be treated with love. You deserve companionship.
Particularly Patricia stops: Particularly Patricia stops by to blow up my inherent mad cyclone, settled me with reasonable pleas for a desperado whose dear needs are freedom sprees...
I hope you don’t mind..: I hope you don't mind. You had commented on a poem by Pam Schwetz titled 'WHEN ALICE THREW THE LOOKING GLASS'. Excuse me for yelling. Your comment referred to Humpty Dumpty. I responded to your comment. Unfortunately, Pam Schwetz deleted it. I thought you might enjoy it, so here it is.
One night, Donald Trump opened the door
And there stood a beautiful whore
He said 'I'm Donald Trump. Gee,
It's you I want to hump, see?
If you're looking for Humpty Dumpty
He don't live here no more!'
Wow, with each poem of yours: Wow, with each poem of yours that I read, I become more and more fascinated by your style, and by the phrases that inhabit your poems.
You know how to make a point: You know how to make a point and you don't believe in pulling punches. I get that. Sometimes one needs a sharp-witted, edgy, fearless, devastating wake-up call. Jarringly brilliant.
>> View All Comment Activity >>