In exotic colonies
of pagan thoughts
my consciousness
is desperate roaming
...
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Wow! I love this one, , maybe I've read it before but it still sounds as original as the first time I heard it... I see you wandering hot, rambling in a latin tongue, desperate for the touch of another human. Am I right? HG: -) xx
One, just as in your notes you never cease to engage, provoke... finally, sometimes, acceptance; often, a lingering question mark. Brill. t x
poignant words you have here.. terrific and outstanding
I have treked across the vast stretches of your words and have been feverishly converted. It's like an intense Graham Green or Somerset Maugham story. love Dónall Dónall
'If I could do it, this evening I'd hear some new plays by Rollo. I didn't hear her for a long time but this evening she's come back here'. Mrs Avelar comes back to primordial sensuality, there's an old language but it's the tidy and classic Latin. I dedicate my adapted translation of an old Italian rock song by De Gregori to her. 'If I could do it, this evening I'd hear Rollo with her Jets..'.
Tight crisp composition, fabulous imagery in so few words. Loved it. HG: -) xx
to begin with colonization, i always believe, starts at one's emotional level...how we colonise our thoughts...in fact worse than the colonization at the external level...the thought provoking imagery-drawn from the world of eclisiast and the processes of thought esp. of that of a malaria patient -is what really appeals in this tersely knit poem...if eliot talked of etherized patient, u talk of another patient...gr8!
a complex pattern of thought of a feverish mind covering sublime to absurd.it will take lots of time to fathom the meaning of the poem in totality.it does give a mind-churning reading, throws open so many abstarct possibilities.
Are u a missionary in a deep jungle. nice poem