People At Port Trakl Part Two Comments

The fact is Daniel sir, certain poems or works of art in general are so enchanting, that one cannot help but wrap themselves around them.. I find your poems like that, ones you have to imagine yourself inside them, think hard and let the meaning seep in, and that is the beauty of a great piece of art, it sucks you in even if you try not to... P: S: Goosebumps, always, a lot of goosebumps reading your poems. A great pleasure as well as privilege :)

Just like the first one, I had to read this poem almost half a dozen times in a row to even get a little grasp of what this means. And again I could understand very little.. But the two parts of your poem seemed so well-balanced.. While in the first part the loss of a friend signalled a void that was always there but never noticed, and went on unnoticed after the death of one of the friends. In the second poem, two enthusiastic, nervous poets, willing to find the 'poetic soul' perhaps, if I may call it so, end up meeting each other, only to resign to a 'life of suffering'.. Now I might be wrong but it just goes on to show that in Port Trakl no one can escape the ultimate blows of Fate, the predestined paths of painful suffering is preserved smoothly for these citizens.. There maybe a small sojourn, so to say, into an illusion, with drinks or love, but ultimately the birds in the sky, the omnipresence of death, melancholy, and a meaningless existence is inescapable.. And although, I had said in my comment in the first poem that Port Trakl is a place that every one wants to vistit and yet never want to visit, I almost feel certain now about one thing - we are in Port Trakl, whether we want it or not.. The modern life with it's indulgence into hedonism and with an unquenchable greed in everyone's belly, we have already turned into citizens of Port Trakl. Although, fortunately or unfortunately, very few of us are actually capable of understanding it....

Some very competent writing. I would read a book written by you, Daniel. Your use of language is unparalleled and your imagination seems boundless.