Thursday, June 8, 2017

The Crossing Part Two Comments

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Death keeps droning on,
as people dutifully prepare
to enter what we only know as
the Dark Realm, the Underground,
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Daniel Brick
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Pamela Sinicrope 11 June 2017

So now in part two, the speaker has imagined the process of death of crossing over. There are some comparisons and images that make one think of mythology. The speaker here seems to know more than we do. He is frustrated by Death's lack of support in the crossing and tries to supplement with some tips: Don't drink in the water...wait to drink in the life. Soon we will all be one, nothing and everything. On the split of a split, and the Shakespeare reference, and this life, this death, this crossing, it is all enough. The End. Thanks for sharing Daniel.

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Glen Kappy 10 June 2017

hey, daniel! i had to mull on these poems, parts one and two, because at the end of this one it seemed you were making assertions- at least that's how i took the closing lines on the first read. now that i've read it a second and third time, i'm less persuaded that way. me, i wonder about death sometimes but not a lot. if you're interested see my poems different with God and the blue door. i mentioned to you i've been reading wm kent krueger crime fiction novels. in the books that follow the life of his hero cork o'connor, i've encountered the idea of passing as the path of souls, which i gather is the ojibwe understanding. i like that phrase. the beginning of part two summons, as you might expect, donne's death be not proud sonnet. thanks for these poems with subject matter worthy of our time and attention. glen

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Daniel Brick 10 June 2017

This was the last of three poems I see as interelated, it was the hardest to bring to some sort of closure. It's drawn from my prose comments on the P. Levine's CALL IT MUSIC. The division into two parts was NOT meant to be. I had a problem with Poemhunter. But that moment in the poem is an awkward transition. from the subject of mental figures to death. I will revise. But right now those 3 poems and 3 birthdays poems and my continuing AGE OF STOCKHAUSEN poems have stretched me imaginatively. I want to vacation in Blake's Beulah Land, or Yeats's Innisfree, or along my beloved Mississippi River Parkway.

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