Saturday, July 19, 2014

Ph: Echo: Extremes Comments

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As I cross glacial ice at fifty below,
My spit freezes solid before hitting the ground,
Frozen horizons in a world white with snow,
Even current goals reverberate piano,
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Brian Johnston
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Daniel Brick 31 July 2014

I could not find a poem called AND I THINK OF YOU. Where is it? I can see this Echo: Extremes takes place in four extreme environments, namely, frozen tundra, parachuting from airplane, under the sea and in a rain forest. But how do they echo each other? The speaker is alone apparently in every situation. I'll read it again. Just a minute.... So on this my third reading, I gather this about how we set ourselves up for the experience of love. It's an interplay of instinct, day-dreaming, memories, hopes, pangs of loneliness. But when attraction possesses us, we forget all of these components and feel the wholeness of desire. What is required, of course, is an object of desire. Once that is identified, the experience is holistic

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Lorraine Colon 19 July 2014

Your poem takes us on quite a journey.... of extremes. Well titled. Regarding the last stanza - I don't think we're duped by life's antics. Is the robin duped by the wiggling worm? Instinct tells him to go for the worm. We go for what attracts us, for who attracts us. Forget semantics. Instinct is all we need. We've done fine with it so far. And that alien race might be something to fear if they don't have the romantic instinct we possess. This is what prevents us from annihilating each other. But a thoroughly enjoyable poem!

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