Saturday, March 5, 2016

The Two Journeyers Comments

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When I call you to mind, I see you
with your back to all the others,
waving with your right hand
to someone out there, ahead of you even,
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Daniel Brick
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Valsa George 19 March 2016

I aspire to live like you beyond need, in a condition almost weightless, subject to winds and tides of my own devising, a master of nothing less than liberty of spirit... This, I believe is the crux of the poem. You long for a transfiguration, you want to discard every weight and feel light like the first journeyer. There is great freedom in divesting one of all his cumbersome baggage. But time has run out and you wonder if there is still time to'test options'. But to your joy, you find that the transfiguration has already begun. Life is a pilgrimage and you can be content that you have made sufficient progress! Enjoyed this blend of metaphysical and philosophical brooding!

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Savita Tyagi 11 March 2016

I read this poem few times trying to reach and enjoy its depth. Make it resonate with what not only I but many a writers have felt and expressed. A connection that some time overpowers us. We could call it a spiritual connection sensed beyond senses or an experience of subjective mind. It is fleeting, it is momentary yet it's influence is so deep and powerful. Fitting it in words is some thing that has been done in this poem with superb craftsmanship. The three travelers fit so well with layers of mind traveling in different planes of consciousness. We wish to be whole, to know it all but journey seems to be ending. Yet the transformation is continuous. Love the lines...memory is failing...once I was homer of my generation. Yet there is an aspiration, a desire to unlock and frame in words what is so far beyond. Thank you Daniel for sharing this beautiful piece.

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Nosheen Irfan 10 March 2016

A very philosophical poem on life. The moments pass, other moments crowd in its place...that's so true of life. Life is about continuity, about movement. A train journey as a metaphor for life is so apt. People leave, but life goes on as before. My memory is beginning to fail me might be a reference to old age. The ceremony of transfiguration...we constantly evolve spiritually. Well..it has been a very profound write. I don't know if I have interpreted it right but it has been a very enlightening read. Thanks for sharing Daniel.

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Bharati Nayak 09 March 2016

A desire to become weightless, to become free and light to pursue something sublime runs through the poem. - - - I aspire to live like you beyond need, in a condition almost weightless, subject to winds and tides of my own devising, a master of nothing less than liberty of spirit' A wonderful and sublime poem.

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Souren Mondal 06 March 2016

I read this poem three times before I wanted to comment on it, and then read it once more, just for the poem's sake perhaps, and I am not ashamed that I took the fourth read! It made me see the poem in a completely different light.. At the beginning, I was wondering if it is about that one moment when we come face to face with some kind of spiritual being, who enlightens us.. Maybe even just a moment - a moment of transition in a person's life, say just before going through a rite of passage (I hope I got that phrase right) ... I liked these two interpretations, but then a third hit me.. I felt maybe, just maybe this poem is about the 'meeting' between an 'idea' and the 'artist'... I mean, we all as artists have come to terms with this experience. Something comes into our mind, a simple idea or a complex one or whatever, we see it - not really recognising what it actually is (as in your poem the speaker fails to understand the identity of this 'second' journeyer) - and then sometimes we express it in our works.. Just a fleeting moment when the seeds of creativity is planted in our souls, and we, as poor artists, slaves to our own intellectual abilities and the kind of 'mood' we are in, never really understand what plant will rise from our minds.. A fascinating one Daniel... Just like all your poems, I loved this.. And I would say that this one too goes into one of your (according to my understanding) 'ars poeticas'... Wonderful poem.

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Cigeng Zhang 05 March 2016

I have committed all of these thoughts to writing but everything I write vanishes as if it were written in invisible ink. My memory is beginning to fail me, too. This is also what I sometimes think about. A kind of release here, we may share in your work. Thank you.

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Daniel Brick 06 March 2016

Thanks much, Cigeng. I don't fully understand this poem. It welled up from deep inside and just flowed over the page. Now the writer as to become the reader! !

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Roseann Shawiak 05 March 2016

Your poem is an interior perception of what's going on outside your being while feeling and thinking intuitively within. A spiritual reality settled into your words, as your being is being transfigured in several directions is a sense that comes through to me. Seeing sands of time faltering ahead, memory not what it was before, wondering if fate will refresh it's depths. Very intellectually emotional and profound in a silent thought provoking way. RoseAnn

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Daniel Brick 06 March 2016

Your comment is a luminous response to my poem! We have already shared our appreciation of eac other's sojourns in the Interior World. I wrote one comment to you at great lengt and it disappeared. Then I wrote a summary of what I and written. That too vanished. The poem wants me to say with Hamlet: THE REST IS SILENCE.

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Marianne Reninger 05 March 2016

Daniel, you so capture the push and pull of our dilemma to follow our hearts or continue with our ordinary business, especially when we see time winding down to whatever transfiguration is out there. One of my favorites of yours; going on my favorites list which is still very short.

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Daniel Brick 06 March 2016

Push and pull of our dilemma... to whatever transfiguration. - This articulates the beginning and the ending of poem's dimensions. I can see there is a kind of pause which descends on further attempts at simplfying it. Language starts to go in circles around a core of mystery.

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Liza Sudina 05 March 2016

written in invisible ink - that's exactly what I feel from your poetry. We long for a spiritual world, and all of us will grow in wonderful lightful figures.

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Daniel Brick 06 March 2016

Yes, I think you identified the motive deep below this poem, namely, WE LONG FOR A SPIRITUAL WORLD: the imagery tries to express the reality of such a distant possibility. Right now it seems so unattainable, but in the fullness of time it will be effortess. I'm giving voice to your faith.

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Leah Ayliffe 05 March 2016

I read your email and had to read this poem. It's wonderful! I really enjoyed it, thanks Daniel.

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Daniel Brick 06 March 2016

Thanks much, Leah. My starting point was my involvement with your JOURNEY poems, In some mysterious way you are the distant journeyer who disappears in the first stanza, or it could be a dream-image of you in a parallel existence. This is not the memory of a journey; rather a foreshadowing of one.

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