This is as good..: This is as good as I've seen of your work, which is always top level. That picture is fascinating. Upon first glance, I thought it was an ad for a new condo in Brooklyn. Does it still exist?
I love and appreciate your: I love and appreciate your feedback on this one. Such a great breakdown through another reader's eyes. I'm so glad you took the the not only to read this, but to give such a well versed response. It truly means a lot. Thank you redbrick
Some Fred needs a hearing aid: Some Fred needs a hearing aid and take his mind out of the gutter it seems, a truly fun read. But there is also some underlying truths running beneath the surface there, or so it would seem.
Your poem: Your poem looks to delve into the emotional turmoil caused by a significant other's presence, capturing the loss of routine and the resulting inner conflict. The narrator longs for the tranquility of their absence, even at the cost of feeling futile. The vivid imagery and melancholic tone underscore the struggle to adapt and the yearning for peace. This is a powerful synthesis that reaches out to the reader and to the Universe. Or then again, it could be something else entirely
This has the feel of a raw: This has the feel of a raw outcry: equal parts existential lament and rallying observation. It leans into a kind of modern disillusionment, confronting a world that’s spinning too fast, where meaning slips through the cracks of overstimulation and noise. The repeated line “we’re all living in a crazy world” acts like a heartbeat, anchoring the verses with weary recognition. Here also is real poetry in how it mixes the personal with the universal—“We sow these seeds / and copyright ‘Jesus saves’” captures both spiritual yearning and cynicism about commercialization. And that line: “It’s so easy now to lose your soul,”cuts deep. It doesn’t accuse; it admits. A confession that survival sometimes means compromise. The song doesn't offer solutions, and maybe that’s the point. It’s a mirror held up, not to romanticise the chaos, but to call it what it is. And still, through its repetition and pulse, there’s a shared humanity in the madness.
Your wonderful poetical: Your wonderful poetical leanings and creativity are quite evident in your wild and imaginative exuberance. A holy grail of comments/reviews; pure poetry.
As you had entered with a pleasant impression: I'm telling you, friend, there was always a reason I clung to your expertise, even from the start, and from that I gather that these eager viewings of each of your pristine pieces of perfect poetry is perfectly pretty bumblebee bliss!! You have my beating heart bled into the tinctured thrill of your quill spilled in seemingly equally as eager a passion, at that, as though inkblots were ever stretched to riddle ambiguous... Oh, a shot of whiskey please not merely to cheers I hope but also to toast boastingly of your infinite whipping whimsy, Tour de Metaphor, say, all straight ordained from the Crazy Kraton constellation... Anyways, we appreciate your artistry, it being indeed in the spirit of supreme sanctimony...
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