Thank you so very much for: Thank you so very much for that comment. Looking at the several failed relationships and missed opportunities in his past, Cavafy found a way to redeem them by bringing what was beautiful (or instructive) in them into a lasting poetry in which others could, in a way, commune in his fellowship even after his soar had gone on to the stars. In the last few days, I have been feeling my own massive list of failures and miss-outs very sharply. I should like to think that the poems that emerge from that chaos can, provides, as Cavafy said, "a perception of the beautiful" to those who read them.
Brilliant! The structure: Brilliant!
The structure sharply illustrates the nerve-jangling, dead-end process suffered by anyone who has ever had the experience of interacting with an irrational, slippery control freak. You even listed, in ascending order of aggravation, some of the verbal abuser's favorite infuriating, mind-numbing tactics used to keep one ensnared in their juvenile labyrinth.
Then realizing they just aren't worth our time and effort, you mock the lunacy with hilarious word play and bring the poem to an outrageously delightful, visual conclusion.
Spot on and thoroughly enjoyable.
You deliver one of life's: You deliver one of life's best kept secrets in a compact and cleverly simple package:
"Where else is boxed contentment?
But where it's found in a moment."
Everyday Zen. Love it!
As I read the pain-torn poem: As I read the pain-torn poem by Cavafy you referenced, I sensed shades of your own travail as expressed in many of your excellent poems. A worthy tribute to a legendary talent.
Thanks for your comment..: Thanks for your comment. I'm sure it signifies something, but I can't figure out what it is. One thing for sure, you're certainly not an idiot. I'll have to read it. Thanks for the suggestion!
you should check it out: your first quote, though incomplete lacking it's finishing 'full of sound and fury' was what Faulkner used as a title to his book, which is really good.
Thank you for this..: Thank you for this wonderful poem. If I may add the following:
If only the years were knowledge
I'm sure some of us, as we grow older
Would accrue enough knowledge to graduate college
While others, who no matter how old they get
Still play the fool and will be in grade school
And of course, there are a few, sad to say
Who will still be in pre-K!
It takes uncommon skill to: It takes uncommon skill to turn anguish into outstanding art.
What a ride! Every twist and turn of intricate thought, every juxtaposition of words, every jolt of unsettling reality was penned with sheer brilliance.
How I wanted to swim against some of your stark, immersive waves of defeat and travail, but I have been in this place at times myself and made the same observations about society that I couldn't help making a strong connection to your words. The fury, the catharsis, at the end was palpable.
A spectacular and explosive study of despair. Amazing stuff.
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