In Your World Homage For Georg Trakl Comments

Daniel, although I am not familiar with Trakl's work, I can feel your heart and soul in this passionate homage. The whole poem is an excellent tribute. Exquisite vivid imagery. Writing beyond compare! Each stanza so finely crafted. I was especially attracted to the last stanza. Blue has always been my favourite colour. In my dreams and meditations, I am always surrounded with blue. It makes the meditations even more highly spiritual. Thank you for such a beautiful work of art.

I FELT your poem Daniel! I hadn't noticed this one (just because you have 158! ;)) . I recently discovered George Trakl because of your grouping of poems Poems at Port Trakl. I read some of his poems and found them fascinating. You really have a strong sense and knowledge of this poet and I was surprised by some of what you wrote too. I was not aware of his focus on purple and tentacles... I am in the middle of writing another epic that contains tentacles and the color purple... Poetic Trakl device? Strange! What strikes me most about this elegy is the level of intimacy you convey with your writing; and I can sense Trakl's influence in the writing, but I still feel your optimism seeping through. This is a special piece because it comes from your heart.

Well, I'll tell you all... Daniel wrote a msg to me yesterday - mmm.. maybe this very morning.. I'm not so sure, as there is a 7-hour-gap between St.Paul, MN and Florence, Italy :) - wich is also an excellent piece of comment to his own poem.. so I've thought to let you know it... Hope he's not going to feel disappointed.. - - [..] (ON) '' my Trakl poem. I've long wanted to honor him poetically but the drafts never worked, they fell flat or were over-written, more commentary than poem. But yesterday once I wrote the openng stanza about L-O-V-E (a vexed issue in Trakl - the only woman he loved was his younger sister and incest haunts his poems and his biography BUT NO ONE CAN HONESTLY CLAIM TO KNOW - only Georg and Grete k-n-o-w) But his poems are a majestic blending of praise and grief. Ellis by the way was his metaphor for that most transient of human things - y-o-u-t-h and perhaps i-n-n-o-c-e-n-c-e. BENEATH ANCIENT OAKS, YOU APPEAR, ELLIS, WITH WIDE EYES. THEIR BLUE MIRRORS THE SLEEP OF LOVERS. BTW the Kokoschka painting shows the painter and his lover Alma - Gustav Mahler's widow. OK was calling the painting THE STORM, Trakl asked him to rename it BRIDE OF THE WIND, a German idiom for both storm and woman! '' * [Daniel J. Brick] * - -

Traveling through this poem being pulled into it's loving depths, reading, then trying to stop seeing self in it's mirrored reflections, feeling an unknowing image watching with a steadfast resolve. Mysterious, filled with the bluened light of interior spiritualty as the persistent singer of the Blue Soul fills my entire being and soul with the Divine. Splendid poetical imagery and quiet hymn-like rhythm flowing beneath the surface of your meaning. Unbelievable depth of purpose, totally love this one! Thank you, Daniel your poetry is valued greatly by this mere poet. RoseAnn

(sorry.. here is the translation from Italian) full of charm and mystery.. but also of a 'distressing' hope..

''.. blue will be the color //.. // on the morning of his Second Resurrection '' beautiful finale.. pieno di fascino e mistero.. ma anche di angosciante speranza..

You occasionally find a voice that resonates. Let it do so, Daniel.