tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post9220851446918058926..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Double Message, Predicamentchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-10474253014001201202009-01-27T13:53:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:53:00.000-08:00Rachel, it leaves you human. And the first cultur...Rachel, it leaves you human. And the first cultures that left cultural remnants also left goddess figurines, fat ladies, apparently made to signify fruitful abundance. It would seem that our first instinct for the sacred is animal, then female, then male.<BR/><BR/>Personally, I have no trouble with any of it and have this inner life that involves me in many aspects of possible spiritual lives. My story is what I am telling here, of course, in this poetry and other writings. So when coyote shows up, or Death who rides my left shoulder, nearest my heart, or all of a sudden I break out in a Sanskrit chant, Om namah Shivaya! or I remind whoever reads this of ahimsa, or the Bodhisattva ideal, all these things figure for me one way or another as doorways to the sacred.<BR/><BR/>Eric Butterworth once said "God loves to be used". I think he's right and that God's trappings, the shape He might take, uppercase or lower, English or Sanskrit, this picture or that, is all about reaching the heart or mind of the next one He can touch. And He will leave you be with what you have if you want. That's called you having free will.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-14044239836354979462009-01-27T13:38:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:38:00.000-08:00Re: the first poem: I met her too, once. And I don...Re: the first poem: I met her too, once. And I don't believe in God. Where does that leave me? Pagan, I suppose.RachelWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225401230724459199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-1012663077087528562009-01-26T16:38:00.000-08:002009-01-26T16:38:00.000-08:00Thanks for that, Ghost, you delight me sometimes.A...Thanks for that, Ghost, you delight me sometimes.<BR/><BR/>Actually I am pretty sure it wasn't rebar. I toyed with using the word but round bar was better. If it was rebar it would have to have been #8. It was about an inch in dia.<BR/><BR/>I have email now.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-40722405674518678082009-01-26T16:27:00.000-08:002009-01-26T16:27:00.000-08:00a predicament indeed..... an anchor from the motor...a predicament indeed..... an anchor from the motor vessel <A HREF="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3230216634_a1a207af17.jpg?v=0" REL="nofollow">"Christopher's Hope".......</A><BR/><BR/>the anchor be an icon of Hope, matey..... even if it's just a concrete formed tire with arched reinforcement bar for a teary eye!Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-66632430106902218552009-01-25T21:14:00.000-08:002009-01-25T21:14:00.000-08:00Wow. Thank you Julie. I do consider you a friend...Wow. Thank you Julie. I do consider you a friend.<BR/><BR/>As for the idea that these poems were in process for a long time, I think there is a way you are right. I didn't know of it though. I didn't say to myself, "I will now put poetry down for the third time in my life and let it percolate while I pay attention to music and my new lover." No. Poetry just went away while my life focussed in a new way.<BR/><BR/>And because I was actually more than half expecting a marriage to happen, I never really thought one way or another about poetry returning. The rest of it, what is in my vision, that has been going on since 1966. I have expressed it in many ways and in many forms.<BR/><BR/>As specific poems, they indeed were written both in an hour, but then were minimally revised tonight.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-42836012756609328392009-01-25T20:56:00.000-08:002009-01-25T20:56:00.000-08:00I love these poems, Christopher. It's so nice to ...I love these poems, Christopher. It's so nice to be able to see you again for the moment and read your beautiful work. <BR/><BR/>I love how you describe your creative process in a lot of your poems. That is very interesting to me, because I often wonder if other poets have the same "demons" that I do.<BR/><BR/>What you say about craziness is interesting, too. I'm trying to learn to accept my crazy, instead of fighting against it. It's not easy, is it? You have produced some fine work through your search.<BR/><BR/>I love these lines:<BR/><BR/>"One stands heroic.<BR/>One reclines in sweeter beds<BR/>Flowing like water."<BR/><BR/>Both "Double Message" and "Predicament" are excellent poems. They don't appear to be created in a short amount of time, so I'm assuming you were writing them subconsciously before you put them to paper. <BR/><BR/>Beautiful work! I enjoy your site very much, my friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com