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The View From The Northern Wall
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.
About Me
- christopher
- Oregon City, Oregon
- Mechanical designer for industry, now retired, once a Bay Area Hippie, went undercover in 1972, I've been writing poetry for years. Contact: 3topper45@gmail.com
Over The Wall
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Milton and World-Building4 weeks ago
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chopping water and hauling wood8 months ago
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O7 years ago
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Bye for now7 years ago
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Your narcissistic flower8 years ago
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2011
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June
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- Deja Vu All Over Again
- Walking On Clouds - Reprise
- Ring Of Light - Reprise
- Inversion - Reprise
- Merlin's Lament
- Design by anxiety and sweat
- I Once Saw - Reprise
- I Am Not Sad - Reprise
- The Good Fight
- Disgruntled
- The Core Of Things
- Why Do I Do This - Reprise
- On Being The Right Size - Reprise
- What We Were Like - Reprise
- How You Are Leaving Me
- How I Woke Up
- The Promise - Reprise
- What I Have To Say - Reprise
- It's Always Something - Reprise
- Ave Maria
- No Post Tonight
- Eating Prayers - Reprise
- My Cold Dark Dream - Reprise
- Calling Forth My Light - Reprise
- Black Pepper - Reprise
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Smooch Christopher.....my blog should say no post this year :)
ReplyDelete*chortle*
ReplyDeleteI spent my writing time in a parked car chewing the leather with a good local friend instead.
In the end we had serviceable leather for moccasins and I had really tired jaws...
I do love hearing from you, my good friend. Hope all is well.
chaos invades idle space....
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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