dr_con Posted October 21, 2009 Share Posted October 21, 2009 letters The Terror of putting pen to paper or expressing with fingers Strange Spirits I say that this world is The Pit filled with danger betrayal and sorrow You misunderstand me translating from your High Tower the view of this path that winds from womb to tomb nodding agreement a spoiled garden filled with rust archaic dreams abandoned monuments follies of the immutable never-changing certainties of Eternity Willing to see in only One direction A rumor the Ghosts have spread the Finger-Bone Reincarnation Finder has been stolen effectively eliminating the Way to find the reborn Dear Incarnated We have fallen for the Trap of technique and directionality The Garden is filled with Birds and Insects and Plants and Microorganisms The mythic-Apple only a latch Please open the Window and stare for a moment beyond your conceits of Time and Eternity. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted October 23, 2009 Share Posted October 23, 2009 Wow Dr.Con. This is a hard poem for me, and I need to re-read it a few more times. What I noticed right away is the mysticism and the morbid images. Powerful ending too. Much enjoyed dc. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted October 24, 2009 Author Share Posted October 24, 2009 Thanks Aleks! (and Thanks everyone who has kindly commented on Plastic Shaman, but I barely let that one out, and feel this is better work- at least in my opinion, so trying to let it drop ;-) Glad you took the challenge and enjoyed! DC Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted October 24, 2009 Share Posted October 24, 2009 A thesis on reader and writer dialogue, DC? I found in it an exhortation to be generous of each other. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted October 24, 2009 Share Posted October 24, 2009 Perhaps this is a criticism of formalism and of the critics who look at every work of literary art from the formalist's perspective. Your poem reminds me a lot of Louise Glück's ARCHAIC FRAGMENT. It gets personal -- You misunderstand metranslating from your High Tower the view of this path that winds from womb to tomb nodding agreement a spoiled garden filled with rust archaic dreams abandoned monuments follies of the immutable never-changing certainties of Eternity -- but in the end, the poet offers a brilliant new perspective: Dear Incarnated We have fallen for the Trap of technique and directionality The Garden is filled with Birds and Insects and Plants and Microorganisms ... I loved 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...
dr_con Posted November 2, 2009 Author Share Posted November 2, 2009 Thanks Tony, JJ Been a bit pre-occupied with ego-bound evolutionary impulses as of late, so have been a bit lame on my crits etc. Will try to catch up this week! I am very gratified you both found something of worth in this piece... Much Appreciation! DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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