Peredhil

Heh, Embrace the Sandman, for he lays soothing dreams to bandage outraged reality. Why am I reminded of Metallica?

Clarke's Law: Any sufficiently advance technology is indistinguishable from magic. the Moody Blues: Descended from the apes, the scientist-priest all say. Most people nowdays seem to think they understand reality, based on simplistic dribbles given to satisfy them in schools. But scientist and mathematician have become the priest and magician of the day, mouthing solutions which somehow work - and so they are accepted. I'm mindful it's all theory, and reality is redefined every generation.

I'm trying to recall why this was addressed to me... I think it's because if I enjoy your works, as I do Zadown's works, I Politely pester people to produce prolifically. And gems like this lay buried like ancient sap, only to be unearthed like warm amber.

When I read this, I think of the Dreamer and all the persona who fragmented from him. I think I should start searching for your writings where in you started destroying the fragments. Were they no longer emotionally necessary, and therefore discarded?

I particularly like: In our modern haste, even the Politically Correct Police like to pigeon-hole people. This is a great reminder not to be seduced into brief sketches of people when we wield a Pen.

This is truly a classic! And I'm moving it to the Assembly Room where it belongs, in hopes that many will admire it.

I think this, along with one of Wyvern's Poetic Justice pieces, is one of my favorite "9/11" inspired poems. With the media continuing to sing the political tunes of zealotry, frenzy, and any other "willingly give up your rights" song, it is refreshing to be given a call for sanity. You don't have to hurt to fight, nor hate to kill.

Powerful commentary on the ability of Art to defuse, whether it be music (as portrayed), or drawing, or writing.

Strangely enough, one might think, this was one of the inspirations for my "Generations" piece...

This made me think of the difference between the intrinsic value of a gift, and the symbolic value. Thank you.

Good reading. I couldn't bring myself to delete that first post. It's just too good. I'm sorry! Maybe you can get an Elder to do it... but I just CAN'T delete good writing! -Peredhil

Peredhil races in and cheers In your life you've overcome challenges that geriatics never faced In the wells of depressions, some indomitable essence refused to dispair for long. The essence of you isn't in the looks, the intellect, the creativity, the moods or financial resources - But in some unique characteristic I've sensed since we first spoke. I'm proud to name you my friend, for I believe in your capacity to triumph and persevere. In all the world, in all the solar systems, in all the galaxies, in all the nebula, in all the universes, (Imaginary or real) There is only one you. This birthday wish is for that unique person. Peredhil birthday hugs Peredhil (Law)

Peredhil hugs Quincunx in wonder. You know... I simply love you.

A poignant poem. It feels to me like a cry of betrayal, outrage at lies. Anger at duplicity, or maybe the frustration at finding you've deluded yourself. I did find the repetition of ending words, like "through" and "too" to be distracting for me, rather than adding to it, but it's strong enough material to shine anyway. If this is autobiographical, may I suggest not learning the lesson of Mark Twain's cat? (in short, don't judge all future events off one, for you deny yourself life.) Hugs.

Telling point in the first. In the second, without a hyphen between dew and kissed, my mind tries to make the kissed into a verb. Is that just me, or do you need a hyphen there? The prices lovers pay. You know the glow is wearing off when you notices the mosquitos during instead of after. Sleep perchance to dream (Shakespear of course), the oft heard refrain. All things are possible to dreamers, and all memories real. Dreaming is a wonderful way to appreciate life, to stop, examine, fastforward, to luxuriate. But only in waking world will the stuff of the really good dreams be forged. All that said, I still hate to go to bed and despise the alarm in the morn.

softest cream vied with orange, silky to the touch. lithely graceful in every moment, even in your pain Tender embrace and purring response when held. Silent support and love-filled look when consoling pain. Now the cream and orange lies silent. dignity and kindness to the end. the taut restrained power liquid relaxation such as never happened in life. A rose bush blushes over my lost love. Speaking of Song of Solomon, the structure always fascinated me. It's Introversion and Alternation. Dr. C. D. Ginsburg in his "Commentary" (London, 1857, pg 4-6) has an interesting prose key to the story. Note further that there are seven speakers who tell the story. 1) The Shulamite 2) the daughters of Jerusalem 3) Solomon 4) The shepherd lover of the Shulamite 5) the brothers of the Shulamite 6) the companions of teh shepherd & finally 7) the inhabitants of Jerusalem. All in eight chapters! Erm, sorry, I happen to find this stuff fascinating. The structure (thanks to E. W. Bullinger) A (1:1-11; The introduction. The Shulamite separated. Taken by Solomon from her home and her beloved (shepherd) into the royal tents, pitched near them.) B | C (1:12- 2:7; The Shulamite and her beloved together) D (2:8 - 3:5; The Shulamite and her beloved apart) B | C (3:6 - 5:1; The Shulamite and her beloved together) D (5:2 - 8:4; The Shulamite and her beloved apart) A (8:5-14; The conclusion. The Shulamite restored. Returned from Solomon to her home with her beloved shepherd.) One of many examples of structure in the Bible.

A long read, but worth it. Have you ever heard of a "shaggy dog story"? Frightening that I recognize so many of the landmark areas... -Peredhil the widely travelled Ancient

snickers Heh, flirting... The lost art!

I like this, intensity and all. Really hits the contrast hard.

I like poems that tell a tale And this could be a ballad. Heroic efforts which don't fail Make this attempt valid. In other words, I enjoyed the read.

A recognition of life's challenges, but an affirmation of the beauty of the fight to overcome. Good one, Gyrfalcon...

I'm not so sure that technically, this wouldn't be a Library piece... but it's here. I liked the use of repetition to establish the flow. I thought the visual element was also well done. Plus, it's a good poem.

It is so dangerous to define yourself by someone else. In doing so, you not only give them power over you, but you place the burden of your identity onto them. That can crush some relationships under its weight, and lead to co-dependent merging in others...

Wow. You have an knack of portraying the bittersweet awareness that relationships bud, bloom, and then wither. Love's lost lament, fearing the pain before it happens, like feeling rain before the clouds advance over the horizon.

I find two views of life, and it seems to depend if the individual lives life as a series of sequential states (like flipping through a deck of cards) or lives life as a flow through time (like a leaf navigating a river). The state thinkers tend to be individual identies, defined by themselves, and then put in relation to the world. They have more difficulties in relationships and the emotions thereof, than in being alone. the process thinkers tend to be an intersection of relationships, and their identity is defined by how others perceive them. They have difficulty being alone, for without another to define them - they don't exist. Neat poem.