| = Cora's new definition of spirit! | Veronica Valeanu [30.Jun.09 10:47] |
| finding here a taciturn poem i guarantee you have a captive audience -thoughts plunging in it refuse to go away just because one feels the need to confort the malcontent I but also the malcontent hyjacking style of this poem (with a neuter style- specific to you- it's as if you were trying to administrate vassality to your own style formerly claiming an odd form of exhausted loyalty/intimacy) there is here an attitude which repudiates, stronger than the consciousness, as if this force were coming from an exterior background i am saying that because one rarely finds such voices in poetry, usually the voices come from overwhelmes "I"s. But this one here is not burdened, but light and even if its splinters "fail to find a knot"- which is a reproach in disguise, already healed- they are forced to become non-parasitic and separatist (but in a wise way!) Corina, I indulged myself in this analysis becausse i was totally impressed with the recategorization here! V.V. | |
| = er | Veronica Valeanu [30.Jun.09 10:49] |
| *overwhelmed | |
| = Dear Veronica | cora denise manole [30.Jun.09 14:28] |
| It's truistic to say our life consists of belief systems. We forge our subjective truths that legitimate our shortcomings and perhaps make it easier for us to live with our very own self. But sometimes cracks start to show and we begin to wonder: are things REALLY this way, who am I really, who was I really in that particular situation or relationship, is there really a moral excuse for faults? It can be puzzling and horrifying. However, by virtue of our human condition, we manage to "get back in" one tolerable version of ourselves or another. Thank you for such an astute analysis. Your appreciation of my style and message made my day:) Blessings | |
| = cora | Constantin Delca [01.Jul.09 12:11] |
| we tend to unknowingly create mental self-images about ourselves. We like to think of ourselves positively. more often than not we tend to totally believe that the image is the 'complete self'. however, when on a spiritual path, one begins to be confronted by his or her unknown 'dark aspects'. at first, we may deny that we could have these unpleasant tendencies. in time, we begin to accept that underneath the 'light side', there are denied sides that we do not like to admit. these so-called bad sides were as quickly brushed aside as they pop out into the mind. now, they did not really go away but went undercover into the subconscious. i particularly liked 'Each I ends locked out barefoot in the cold/Driven back to splinters'. i think this is a great&special poem. well done! | |
| = "The forces, the horrible forces" | cora denise manole [01.Jul.09 14:05] |
| A little quote from a Bergman movie:) Thank you, Constantin. Everything you pointed is very relevant. What I needed to express is mainly human angst in front of the unfamiliar within. In such moments we understand that "within" is more or less a carton box we try to keep steady all our lives. Or so I feel sometimes. Have a beautiful day! | |