Nice connection with the stone stack. That is truly a perfect parallel with the act of stacking words and ideas on top of each other. You might say that it is very "fitting."
Stan, you might be the Van Gogh of poets - like Van Gogh needing to paint a masterpiece nearly every day, you tend to write a new masterpiece nearly every day (that includes the essays, of course)!
I love this. It draws me in with a dark eroticism. Is he making love or waging war? Can we always tell the difference? Either way, the narrator is definitely the male lover and/or the male warrior, the ravisher/ravager.
Oh no, I realised long before that - but I love the poem! It could be a lesbian lover if “she” were the only clue, but the associations and resonances were flowing from a viscerally masculine sexual energy.
Nice connection with the stone stack. That is truly a perfect parallel with the act of stacking words and ideas on top of each other. You might say that it is very "fitting."
I'll see myself out.
Good one
Stan, you might be the Van Gogh of poets - like Van Gogh needing to paint a masterpiece nearly every day, you tend to write a new masterpiece nearly every day (that includes the essays, of course)!
You are incredibly generous and kind (well beyond my just deserts).
I like it right off, and the herb spiral, but I'll need to read it a few more dozen times to grok.
I love this. It draws me in with a dark eroticism. Is he making love or waging war? Can we always tell the difference? Either way, the narrator is definitely the male lover and/or the male warrior, the ravisher/ravager.
busted . . . the final verse, her dissociation (but you already had my playbook)
Oh no, I realised long before that - but I love the poem! It could be a lesbian lover if “she” were the only clue, but the associations and resonances were flowing from a viscerally masculine sexual energy.