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rachel commented on: 3. Dancing by rachel 3 days 11 hours ago
You have inspired me to go on: You have inspired me to go on a hunt for this dialogue, so I may incorporate it consciously!
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Starward commented on: 3. Dancing by rachel 3 days 11 hours ago
This latest entry in the: This latest entry in the Sojourner series accelerates right before our eyes, as the lines shorten and speaker's description of the process takes us to the conclusion; and the process has been so satisfying to the Sojourner, that the Sojourner has forgotten that someone significant (a Beloved?---I would like to think so) is actually absent. Decades ago, the French Poet, Paul Valery, wrote a couple of Socratic Dialogues that, when published in this country, carried a Preface by Wallace Stevens.  One of the dialogues is about a dancing girl, Athikte, and how her accelerating dance takes possession both of her body and of the philosophers, including Socrates, who then construct their dialogue around her performance.  This poem reminded me of that Dialogue very much.   Admittedly, I cannot read the original French text and have to rely only upon Stevens' excerpts from, and description of, it; but I what I do know of the Dialogue was brought to mind by your magnificent poem; and it is always a great thing when one poem converses with another in the reader's mind.  Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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rachel commented on: Over the Garden Wall by rachel 3 days 11 hours ago
It is an exquisite sensation: It is an exquisite sensation to learn something new about someone who matters to you, more so when their experiences resonate with your own.    I'm sorry that you were troubled by those who could not appreciate you. I am glad in that smug way that you found yourself regardless
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Starward commented on: Over the Garden Wall by rachel 3 days 11 hours ago
I believe . . . I most truly: I believe . . . I most truly and sincerely believe . . . that this is the profoundest act of personal courage and bravery that I have ever seen during my membership at postpoems.  For you to disclose this so candidly must have been a gut-wrenching experience; and your disclosure is destined (I am convinced of this) to help many, many others who have endured the same, or a similar, situation. Although my parents adopted me when I was five months old, and apparently were glad to do so (as they were unable to produce children biologically), I began---by the time of kindergarten---to sense an adversarial relationship beginning to interfere.  By the time I entered adolescence, it was openly present (nothing I did pleased them, and every ambition I expressed was met with an assertion that I would fail).  In the autumn of my senior year, when I first admitted a passion for poetry, their disappointment in me was sealed, and they treated me like an alien in my own home.  I dared not tell them who I loved, and that this love was not a choice but an aspect of my nature. Names are powerful terms, and in school my name was often abused as "Fairy Jerry," while, at home, my name was only used directly in criticism or discipline if I had committed one of the innumerable infractions against the multitude of rules in my home.  However, on July 10th of 1976, my First Beloved (during the c.b. craze of that time, when I was searching for a handle to use on the c.b. we had purchased the previous night) helped me to find the handle, or appellation, Starwatcher (which, of course, eventually evolved to Starward).  In a flash---a flash I could almost see and definitely felt---I knew I was free of my mundane name, and of the memories of the abuse in school, and, most importantly, free from the shadow of Lloyd and Betty.  Starwatcher became a voice on the c.b.; and because of a factory defect that allowed us to broadcast at a much higher wattage than allowed by the FCC, my voice was distorted to sound very deep and resonant, not the pipsqueak voice of the gangly, awkward, and clumsy kid who actually possessed it.  At face to face meetings, people always doubted, at first, that I was "the Starwatcher," but my Beloved, Cerulean, was always quick to vouch for this. This is how I escaped the garden well that had confined me for nearly eighteen years.  If I have trespassed by responding too elaborately to your own words, please feel free to delete the comment.  I am only responding as I feel like a kindred spirit to some extent.
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Starward commented on: On all things supernatural by orangejumpsuit 3 days 11 hours ago
I agree, religion is bad,: I agree, religion is bad, because---as its Latin source suggests---it is an attempt to bind the Divine.  Faith is superior, so much more superior.
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Starward commented on: 2. Town to Town by rachel 3 days 13 hours ago
First, the poem is definitely: First, the poem is definitely an excellent sequel, and gives us more insight into the Sojourner.  I am also very pleased to see it designated to a folder entitled Sojourner Series.  The whole poem is beautiful, but nothing in it quite prepares the reader for the impact of those final three lines in which metaphor and myth take control of the poem to bring it to conclusion (but, I hope, not a series conclusion:  Sojourner deserves more, and so do your readers).   I appreciate the mention in the notes section.  And I will take this brief space to remind you that postpoems just does not have enough of your Poetry.  Some more, please . . . very much some more, please . . . .
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Starward commented on: @ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Botanical Metaphor [ /;\ ] by Starward 3 days 19 hours ago
Thank you, this one was a lot: Thank you, this one was a lot of fun to write.
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Starward commented on: 1. Sojourner by rachel 3 days 19 hours ago
This poem's brevity is coyly: This poem's brevity is coyly deceptive, as its contains depths of profound meaning.  The Epistimology of Pain (hurts therefore true) is a brilliant approach to the issue of pain.  I particularly like the way the Sojourner speaks from those interdimensional niches between weeping and dancing to admit a quiet observation of the world passing by.  This adds a metaphysical or supernatural aspect to the Sojourner's existence; perhaps a sequel or two might extend our understanding of this very interesting character.
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Starward commented on: @ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; He Slipped His Shoes Off During Class by Starward 3 days 20 hours ago
Thank you for giving me one: Thank you for giving me one of the finest comments I have ever received, and for selecting this particular poem on which to comment.  Although I tried to make it seem less like an autobiographical poem (which, too me, can seem to be too exclusive), it does proceed from an autobiographical event, which happened in the mid-autumn of my seventh grade year.  The change it effected was almost palpable in its resonance through the rest of my life.
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Starward commented on: @ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; He Slipped His Shoes Off During Class by Starward 3 days 20 hours ago
Thank you so very much for: Thank you so very much for those words.  I have been reformatting the series---to be less about my personal experiences and more generalized (as I believe that will advance the series' purpose (to encourage the discouraged) better than an autobiographical approach would.  Your comment is so encouraging and reminds me to make this the best possible series that I can.  I am sorry if I sound gushy in the fact of your comment.
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Starward commented on: Chapters Complete by BMosley 3 days 20 hours ago
The final two lines are very: The final two lines are very wise.
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rachel commented on: In the Infinite Now by patriciajj 3 days 22 hours ago
Love is patient, love is: Love is patient, love is kind.   Biblical and cosmic in it's scale, what a pen you weild.   Not often do the words of poetry soothe my aches, but I must say I agree with starward's eloquent praise. As visceral as watching the night sky with a friend.
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rachel commented on: @ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; He Slipped His Shoes Off During Class by Starward 3 days 22 hours ago
A work that makes me feel: A work that makes me feel wistful and juvenile, in that I once again am in English class, casting furtive gazes at the cute boy a few rows ahead, scrawling unpolished poetry into my lined notebook paper about the curve of his lips and the curl of his hair.   A specific and familiar sensation, despite the years between now and then.   Brava, poet! As with all these Ad Astra (what a title!) I am moved.   Agreeing with Patriciajj that I just make time to sit down and read them all
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tula commented on: INAUGURAL FLIGHT TO FANTASY by Stephen 3 days 23 hours ago
Purgatory, I think it is real.: Sometimes I think it not merely a Catholic creation.  That's why I commented on it, to let you know that I like how you likened it to a purgatory.  Because despite so many religions, I have more respect to some others than those that disregard these, esp. if you weigh on those mysterious, mystical, supernatural themes that are lost in newer religions that purport otherwise.     Thanks for commenting, as well.       Gotta go.
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patriciajj commented on: Change by SSmoothie 4 days 5 hours ago
The elation is contagious in: The elation is contagious in this poem of hope and ascension.   What often appears to be devastation is simply clearing the way for something better, as you expressed with electrifying insight here:   "The crumbling of illusions The shattering sound of truth"   Each line is a wave of free-flowing illumination as you help us realize that we no longer have the luxury of ignorance and apathy:   "There is no stopping it The atmosphere is charged with it The frequency resonates Harmonics wind together in unison chorus upon chorus This is not life! This is not living!"   How true. Your call to rise up from "the stupor" intrigued me and compelled me to continue:   "Life is ours And now we claim it! bring it forth, each calamity a step closer The Fork in the proverbial road pivots And just like that, Its different;"   Finally the floodgates open and you baptize us with a higher frequency of consciousness:   "More than  prayers written on a heartbeat Reverberating into the universe Oh, So much more... And then some!"   An excellent, rousing and motivating renewal.  
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