tonyv Posted June 6, 2011 Share Posted June 6, 2011 All of the trees have been cut down. They've been used up to move the stones over the roads and across town to the shore. Chords of the thralls' groans curl upward to a starry height and harmonize with sweeter moans of gynic pleasure and delight. Were this another place, our fold would prolly do alike for spite: we'd burn the trees, welcome the cold, leave naught unused and naught conserved. And I would surely rise, take hold of any pleasure undeserved, and gorge on everything that's served. __________________Stars over Easter Island 1 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted June 8, 2011 Share Posted June 8, 2011 (edited) Hi Tony. I envy anyone who has had the opportunity to visit this unique place. It has a curious and colourful history: migration,spiritual beliefs, slavery, deforestation and perhaps cannibalism.“From the idyll of "sweeter moans/ of gynic pleasure and delight" to "Were this another place,"etc: comes an apt parallel for the appetites of 'progress'. Your unobtrusive use of enjambment works well and the unusual use of concise "gynic"”and "prolly" help foster a traditional feel. Enjoyed the poem. Benjamin. Edited June 8, 2011 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted June 8, 2011 Share Posted June 8, 2011 (edited) I imagine you working your craft quietly, relentlessly, almost shaping your writing as much for your pleasure as to communicate with 'an audience'. You certainly had me searching the internet for some of your words choices. For me this was a tale of consumption and the idleness of idols. badge Edited June 8, 2011 by badger11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 8, 2011 Author Share Posted June 8, 2011 Hi Tony. I envy anyone who has had the opportunity to visit this unique place. It has a curious and colourful history: migration,spiritual beliefs, slavery, deforestation and perhaps cannibalism.“From the idyll of "sweeter moans/ of gynic pleasure and delight" to "Were this another place,"etc: comes an apt parallel for the appetites of 'progress'. Your unobtrusive use of enjambment works well and the unusual use of concise "gynic"”and "prolly" help foster a traditional feel. Enjoyed the poem. Benjamin. I do, too, Benjamin. I've only been to places like this in my imagination. :) I'm pleased that you caught the underlying message and remarked that the enjambment and vocabulary worked well. Thank you! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 8, 2011 Author Share Posted June 8, 2011 I imagine you working your craft quietly, relentlessly, almost shaping your writing as much for your pleasure as to communicate with 'an audience'. You certainly had me searching the internet for some of your words choices. For me this was a tale of consumption and the idleness of idols. badge And thank you, Badge. You're right that crafting a work "for the tune" is something that gives me a lot of pleasure, but it's best when the product has something to say. From your remarks, I can see that this one does; I'm grateful for your consumption observation, for that's what this one's all about. The idleness of idols ... I like that! Tony :D Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted June 11, 2011 Share Posted June 11, 2011 Did a little reading on the Moai this morning, how they faced inland to their clan-lands with backs to the ocean. Prompted me for some reason to think of humans, looking perperpetually inwards and at each other, instead of contemplating the vast wonders of creation above. Just a thought. :icon_cyclops: Benjamin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 11, 2011 Author Share Posted June 11, 2011 Did a little reading on the Moai this morning, how they faced inland to their clan-lands with backs to the ocean. Prompted me for some reason to think of humans, looking perperpetually inwards and at each other, instead of contemplating the vast wonders of creation above. Just a thought. :icon_cyclops: Benjamin. A good observation. It's the same in today's "facebook" culture; each looks inwards and invites others to look at his one true love: himself. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted June 17, 2011 Share Posted June 17, 2011 Tony, I've read this probably 4 times it just keeps getting better- Yesterday Was Bloomsday, and if you listen to this; http://archive.kpfk.org/parchive/index.php?shokey=special I believe you'll hear Joyce in this delightful piece... Happy Bloomsday! DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 18, 2011 Author Share Posted June 18, 2011 Thank you, Juris. I'm delighted that you liked this! Thanks for the interesting link, too. I couldn't find the exact one which had the reading, but the site itself in itself is interesting and informative. So thank you for it! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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