THINGS I LOST IN THE FIRE is a lucid poem, direct, poignant, complete. I have seen the image on TV News of people going thru debris in search of their wrecked lives so many times: this poem is a homage to them all. I like the heightened effect of LOOKING FOR ALL MY DEEP DEEP DREAMS, which relates to his realization that his is AN UNFINISHED LIFE. The irony of finding matches (!) is - disconcerting, but lighting a cigarette with one of them is either despair or bravado or both. Another tight, vivid, arrow in the bulls-eye poem!
Thanks, Daniel. I imagined the final act as an illustration of numbness. Her wounds are simultaneously inflicted and cauterized. I'm always fascinated with paradoxes (and of emotion no less) .
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THINGS I LOST IN THE FIRE is a lucid poem, direct, poignant, complete. I have seen the image on TV News of people going thru debris in search of their wrecked lives so many times: this poem is a homage to them all. I like the heightened effect of LOOKING FOR ALL MY DEEP DEEP DREAMS, which relates to his realization that his is AN UNFINISHED LIFE. The irony of finding matches (!) is - disconcerting, but lighting a cigarette with one of them is either despair or bravado or both. Another tight, vivid, arrow in the bulls-eye poem!
Thanks, Daniel. I imagined the final act as an illustration of numbness. Her wounds are simultaneously inflicted and cauterized. I'm always fascinated with paradoxes (and of emotion no less) .