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posted by
RomaKay
on October 20, 2009 at 5:43 AM
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Re: Don't know what's colder & darker...
Don't worry darlin', I know it only gets better from here! Sometimes a temporary change of fortune spices up the writing style anyway. I did get the promotion, and I should see the fiscal benefits of such within two weeks. Not that money is everything, but it sure is painful when your so so short for all of your expenses. The bubbly Calia will be back in stride soon enough, but keeping in touch with my darker side has surprised me a bit with the flavor of work that has been drawn out. How is your book coming? I acquired plenty of extra copies of my book for my recent book signings, so I have one whenever you're ready to trade.
posted by
calia14
on October 19, 2009 at 11:59 PM
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calia
Oh, I forgot what to comment in the face of such big (big) comments. Well, very good
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posted by
anib
on October 19, 2009 at 11:50 PM
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Wow, John, thanks for your incredibly insightful comments!
posted by
calia14
on October 19, 2009 at 11:33 PM
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ok, now that you got me drinking again, I got more to say
this title, Dirge of Light, blows my socks off! It has enough resistance within it not to become what we think it should be, and not become something else either. So if we called it "No Name" maybe we could get a little call and response going on here.
Since I'm having a lot of thoughts that are not going to make it tonite, I'm just going to jump the gun: No one could have written this title, and its next two lines without having experienced a sizable disproprtion in the sizes of a reality.
I think when you cut the cloth of this poem, you entered, more specificly than ever into one of your life themes. It's not the seasons, or life and death, maybe just the rhythm of things.
But what would I know? I just drank myself to the bottom of my hour glass. It doesn't matter if I have a boat or not becuse I'm staying at this Holiday Inn.
So rootie-toot-toot. It's beddy time for me, because I had enough of myself for to nite.
posted by
jfm32
on October 19, 2009 at 9:28 PM
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2nd read even better than 1st
I love this title and your opening lines..."desolate bldgs with ruined faces". This line really sings, and what a word painting! Not that Im into the Ash Can School of painting, but I don't think we all have to have an urban experience to not perceive that desolation (even a desert) has its own beauty. After all,desolation is not a point we would choose to arrive at just because it's dead end.
That's what makes this one sing in its own dimension, and what I really like is the reversals of meaning--like a New Orleans Funeral...the dirge and procession to the funeral...and after we bury the bastard, and pray our respects, we follow the same road back in halleiluha time. What! Rejoice in death? Well, that's irrevent! Maybe so, but that's no reason not to party
But what a novel way to re-handel the change of a season!
(I'm still clapping with my 3 hands).
posted by
jfm32
on October 19, 2009 at 6:31 PM
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Don't know what's colder & darker...
this Oct cold spell or your unusual poem :)!...brighten up sunshine, promotions come & go, poetry stays :)! - Ash
posted by
ash_pradhan
on October 18, 2009 at 7:31 PM
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Re: jfm
lol! If you overnight the laundry, I may have it done and back by the weekend. The arm wrestling on the other hand, may have to be psychological because overnighting an arm could be tricky. Hmm, interesting analysis on the batman thing. There's been a lot of frustration over the lack of previously promised promotion (which there is finally movement on, today!). So instead of wishing to bring something to light, I suppose I've just been bashing against a wall trying to break on through to the other side. Anyway, you're right, as usual. The juggling wasn't the hard part, it was the stressing that dammed up the writing flow. Thanks for stopping in, always a pleasure ;)
posted by
calia14
on October 18, 2009 at 3:41 PM
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Normally I would have found the coming of winter to be as such, but I'm starting to appreciate it...Hope you find the time to post more.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 18, 2009 at 2:36 PM
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Very nice. Blessed Be.
posted by
Nileangel
on October 18, 2009 at 10:14 AM
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Calia
Darker, perhaps, but you make you point loud and clear….
posted by
Troosha
on October 18, 2009 at 7:50 AM
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Melancholy Christmas, eh? BC-A, Bill’s RJ Lst
posted by
BC-A
on October 18, 2009 at 7:25 AM
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cool poem and the comments too
posted by
Star5_
on October 18, 2009 at 3:49 AM
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In little words I say "Excellent imagery"
Chuck.
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on October 18, 2009 at 3:29 AM
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Ok Ms Biggy, just because you're good at multi-tasking (herebefore known as juggling), you don't fool me a bit. That you can do several things at the same time--well, anybody can do that with a little practice, and all you needed was the initial idea. So, hey, where did you get that one? Maybe that's what always surprises me about you, because anyone can tell you are not the normal.
Take this poem, for example: you seem to be wrestling with something in the shadows that you want to bring to light. So who do you think you are--Bat Man?
Now, for me, the concrete cannot be abstract, otherwise it wouldn't be concrete. So let's be reasonable, and forget about these comic srtips, and come down to the bar and do some real arm wrestling.
(But if I let you win, could you do my laundry? And I am going to need it by the weekend. Glad we had this litttle chat...
John
posted by
jfm32
on October 18, 2009 at 1:24 AM
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