Vivid and colourful, SL. I particularly enjoy of the old men in straw hats tapping watermelons, a great image. I wonder if maybe it would read a little better without that 'for', the second stanza just starting with 'at four'?
anyone ever told you, sl, that you bear a striking resemblance to Gilles de Rais?
No ...Mr Moseman
no one has ever before accused me of being a murder of children
you are the first
and as you are ,i believe to understand , a resident of New York State
it is interesting that you do so during the 40th anniversary of the Woodstock festival
Mr Mosemen i wish for you that you one day find inner peace
"Mr Mosemen i wish for you that you one day find inner peace"
ill sleep when I'm dead.
Equality, and the Humanity, and the Progress, when every man that is not stultified beyond the surgery of war by his own hypocrisies, knows well that the battle is a battle of over-population, the haemorrhage of a plethora, and that its terms are merely "My life or yours!"-- "The hammer or the anvil?"
-mr crowley, "the vindication of nietzsche"
Chasan,
I don't find the "For" confusing, but agree it works better without.
I sometimes have difficulty reconciling your choice of title with the poem, but somehow this one really delivers. Bilingualism suggests a duality which makes me think of yin and yang. Then we have the images of summer and winter and the various circular images evoking the visual representation of yin and yang: the sun, watermelons, polka dots, even those two capital Os starting lines 3 and 4. Yes, very stimulating.
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you know I love you silent lotus. you're the ribbentrop to my molotov, osiris to my set. undertaker to my kane. mothra to my godzilla or mechagodzilla. for now, since i'm lost in a dream already, i'm nixon and your edmund muskie.
aleister crowley, whom you may be confusing with alastair reynolds-- and of course crowley the man was not the brightest-- his writings were the work of the imprecated entities OBVI.
"Well, God give them wisdom that have it: and those that are fools, let them use their talents."
-Feste, Twelfth Night, shakespeare
i always get confused with 'alasdair', matt, which is my brother's middle name, because it's spelled so many different ways (on account of being celtic, i suppose). my brother's spelt alistair, i think...... crowley wrote at least one really crap novel, and a lot of sub-nietzschean drivel, and crucified a cat, and died a pathetic old junkie in hastings. not such a great track-record, really.
by the way, it would be better i think to continue our lovely discussion in a different thread, since this is damn all to do with mr lotus' nice poem.
silent lotus
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this just leaves me unsated. i want lurid details. i want to know the anatomy of your debauchery. and if you have none, you should get some.
dear Mr Moseman
to each his own
and while you are still in your teens and teething on life
for me at 57 there is more beauty in serenity than debauchery
and it has somehow always been that way for me
i hope your desired experiences will bring you much generosity
a warm smile
silent lotus
Vivid and colourful, SL. I particularly enjoy of the old men in straw hats tapping watermelons, a great image. I wonder if maybe it would read a little better without that 'for', the second stanza just starting with 'at four'?
Thanks,
James
anyone ever told you, sl, that you bear a striking resemblance to Gilles de Rais?
anyone ever told you, sl, that you bear a striking resemblance to Gilles de Rais?
No ...Mr Moseman
no one has ever before accused me of being a murder of children
you are the first
and as you are ,i believe to understand , a resident of New York State
it is interesting that you do so during the 40th anniversary of the Woodstock festival
Mr Mosemen i wish for you that you one day find inner peace
silent lotus
dear James
thank you for your kind words
i feel that your suggestion of starting 'at four'
would indeed work equally as well
hope you are enjoying
what is left of summer on your north sea island
smiles
silent lotus
definitely what james says. the 'for' is confusing.
"Mr Mosemen i wish for you that you one day find inner peace"
ill sleep when I'm dead.
Equality, and the Humanity, and the Progress, when every man that is not stultified beyond the surgery of war by his own hypocrisies, knows well that the battle is a battle of over-population, the haemorrhage of a plethora, and that its terms are merely "My life or yours!"-- "The hammer or the anvil?"
-mr crowley, "the vindication of nietzsche"
Chasan,
I don't find the "For" confusing, but agree it works better without.
I sometimes have difficulty reconciling your choice of title with the poem, but somehow this one really delivers. Bilingualism suggests a duality which makes me think of yin and yang. Then we have the images of summer and winter and the various circular images evoking the visual representation of yin and yang: the sun, watermelons, polka dots, even those two capital Os starting lines 3 and 4. Yes, very stimulating.
Much enjoyed. Please remember to repost to your portfolio when you are satisfied with this piece, if you would like it to be considered for showcasing on our homepage and in our future print publications.
B.
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you know I love you silent lotus. you're the ribbentrop to my molotov, osiris to my set. undertaker to my kane. mothra to my godzilla or mechagodzilla. for now, since i'm lost in a dream already, i'm nixon and your edmund muskie.
'for' is confusing because as a conjunction it suggests a continuation of a logical process, a process of which it is not a part.
as for alistair (or possibly alastair) crowley, matt, he was a fool. nietzsche deserves better acolytes.
aleister crowley, whom you may be confusing with alastair reynolds-- and of course crowley the man was not the brightest-- his writings were the work of the imprecated entities OBVI.
"Well, God give them wisdom that have it: and those that are fools, let them use their talents."
-Feste, Twelfth Night, shakespeare
i always get confused with 'alasdair', matt, which is my brother's middle name, because it's spelled so many different ways (on account of being celtic, i suppose). my brother's spelt alistair, i think...... crowley wrote at least one really crap novel, and a lot of sub-nietzschean drivel, and crucified a cat, and died a pathetic old junkie in hastings. not such a great track-record, really.
by the way, it would be better i think to continue our lovely discussion in a different thread, since this is damn all to do with mr lotus' nice poem.
Thanks for the explanation of the preposition "for" Pete, but I still fail to be confused by its usage here.
B.
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well, i suppose a lack of confusion is to be welcomed, brian.
Eh, I like the for, four, I think it plays well, but I've never been one to pay attention to grammar in poetry.
Beautiful as always SL