Saturday, May 26, 2007

Nostalgia Comments

Rating: 4.8

The man stares at you
Across smooth, smoked oak.
His head emerges from his shirt
Like a pyramid from the sand.
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Gary Witt
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An accomplished piece of work, Gary...Impactful language, and effulgent imagework highlight this gem...One piece of constructive criticism, if you don't mind....Cut out yir' vowels...work thos' 'postrophes! lol! Stellar Work, my friend. FjR

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez quoted Carlyle (Tom, he thinks) for 'coining' something to the effect of: the youth are nostalgic for the future, but it's not till we're much older that we begin to be nostalgic for the past, and that in that nostalgia, the past is somehow made perfect. Maybe. At any rate, Gary, this is, IMO, a perfect poem; you've achieved 'concision' - a big deal to me, with very few words, each one powerful and each one necessary. Bravo.

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