Tuesday, November 8, 2005

White Room Comments

Rating: 2.5

Pain's layered like an onion.
Peel it away, skin by skin,
always finding deeper,
more central wounds
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Gregory Gunn 04 April 2006

I find the whole creative process a peeling through layers, bordering on insanity some moments, so the premise of this piece is thoroughly understandable. Unable to ascertain, no matter how many philosophers studied, any sufficient reasonings for our existence on this particular plane, and just maybe there aren't any. A koan of seemingly vast proportions, that can be argued ad nauseum, with the end result balancing equally, each side of the equation. And that goes no matter if you are considering one as silly as the 'if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound.' Greg

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Anna Russell 20 February 2006

Hugh, you give me such food for though with each poem. I get so frustrated by the incessant dumbing down of art and I love you for refusing to do that. I know you consider yourself a metaphysical poet, and although I agree with that, I also think you are a great philosopher. Keep them coming. Big hugs Anna xxx

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