| = a poem-concept | Veronica Valeanu [13.Jun.10 16:41] |
| there is [until I grow] instead of [until i will grow] the text is extremely simple in form but extraordinarily condensed. in fact what you did here in terms of discourse approach is a reproduction - at a very subtle scale- of what happened to the sun. (being stolen, shrunk, compressed) at a second thought, those words [I could carry so tightly / master] are equal to the act of doing. the power of the mind, of perception, outruns the power of nature. it causes the sun's disruption of his original energy, and eventually a sort of extinction. the sun is in fact an act of possession, a hasted but initiatic one perpetrated by the son (play upon words). the sun IS the son, at a volitive level. it would be so interesting to search into what has remained: seeing everything from the point of view of the father.who is a silent witness with no force to counteract. it's extremely interesting because this seems an assumed extinction of force. like a power that renounces at itself! once i've heard about a grain of wisdom that says - when being a father, you must never let your son outdo you (be better than). Madalina, there are forces in you that will never let you feel you've done enough in writing! i have the pleasure of covering this text with a red star. VV | |
| = . | nica mãdãlina [13.Jun.10 17:06] |
| veronica, my first choice was 'I grow'. but, not mastering this "english, our love", I hesitated and... thanks a lot for the support. I keep on reading what you said and it's overwhelming, because, and I'll say it maybe too shortly, it offers me the means to and end I thought buried (even if not closed yet). | |
| = ... | nica mãdãlina [13.Jun.10 17:43] |
| an end, of course... sorry | |
| + yes | Corina Gina Papouis [14.Jun.10 14:16] |
| ...is a style I sometimes like to embrace, the surreal elements and the detail well depicted. to many more like this one! cheers, Trin | |
| = . | nica mãdãlina [16.Jun.10 15:13] |
| corina, thanks... sometimes, this surrealism feels like the only way to stay in touch with reality, indeed. | |
| = Shadow of a melting sun | Daniela Hendea [26.Feb.11 09:44] |
| A boy eager to grow up...the yellow air darkens over the reality. The ending made my heart skip a beat. | |