WOW, WOW, WOW, this is a breathtaking piece. Just wow, what can I say? The level of emotion and thought to this, it’s stirring and quite beautifully penned, as always. Such exquisite and profound poetry, it’s mesmerizing and refreshing. This is marvelous!
Ah, thank you so much, Lucy. I’ve certainly missed you. Are you doing well? I surely hope so.
You always like my little pieces; how marvellous. I ought to make you a book one of these days.
Sorry to disappoint, Ben. I have some struggles with English words; the likes of beginning (which I always write with two g’s before realising it has two n’), the word supplicant (for similar reasons) and the word louring (which I always write as “lauring”). I have similar issues with German; double letters are a weakness, since my native language has none.
Thank you for your sweetness and for bringing that error to my attention. What a marvellous occurrence, given the theme of the poem.
Ah, Nick. Danke schön.
I wanted something whitey for the reflexiveness and talcum sounds too latin; thus, alabaster. Worked just fine.
Hope you’re doing great!
I could be way off, but reading this I think of Nietzsche’s Apollonian and Dionysian play between order and subjectivity. And also his no memory without pain.
This is a wonderful and very dense. As is all your writing. I will enjoy spending time with this one.
Thank you, Bob, though I must admit I do not have such lofty roots in my poetica. I’m familiar with the Birth of Tragedy and I’m able to draw loosely where you might have seen it, though in truth, I wrote this little thing because of an essay I’ve been forced to elaborate. A progymnasmata, or more specifically, a chreia, apropos a citation from Plutarch’s Fabius Maximus. The citation is roughly about grand emprises being always vulnerable to grand mistakes and the humanity of error is not in its unavoidability, but in its unrepeatability. I personally think differently, as expressed by the poem. I think of errors as formative, yes, and human, surely, but also something else entirely divine and cruel and indelible and obsessive. It’s the smallest unit of being, as two is an error of one and ad infinitum. I suppose there is some Nietzsche to it.
I am homered that you share your work. I’ve never said hello. Hello. I am honored that you, click my like button. Thank you for your many gifts. I appreciate your work.
Ah, Stephen!, that’s pretty nice to hear. Contrary to what appears, I do enjoy being accessible; I just can’t always get it done, seemingly.
Hope you’re doing well, and smooth sailing!
Danke, Kaiter.
My German is not yet at a level which I can use to confidently communicate with you (of all people), but allow me a couple more months.
I’m honoured by your support. Truly.
Beautiful as always. I tend to feel humbled if not envious when you manage to amplify so much in so little space – the first few lines is a great example of this. “Mistakes colored by scars” – things like this, which is close enough in association to immediately be understood, but is never really related so distinctly. It may be just a small color in the larger painting, so to speak, but it becomes so vibrant. Just the right amount of leg work.
I’m on mobile so maybe I quoted wrong, but I’m pretty sure I’m close !
Anyway, above that, god, your poems make me feel like I don’t know any words from my own native language!
Oh, Warren. I’m often lost in this distorted twilight; slashes and twists of the possessive body. I can’t nor think shall ever be able to understand the hows and whys folks as intelligent as you can see anything good in this bound violence and humiliation I give myself to, indexed and crippled in some bleeding river bank of verbiage. It’s a suffocating mystery, but I do feel the gratitude it commands.
I’m sorry for my sudden absence. I sometimes lose the eyes to see the elsewards.
Thank you so much, Cheryl. You’re a sunbeam in my little humble blog. No shade nor shield of meanings can block your bounty of warmth, and I’m ever so thankful for it.
(CALIATH) 
WOW, WOW, WOW, this is a breathtaking piece. Just wow, what can I say? The level of emotion and thought to this, it’s stirring and quite beautifully penned, as always. Such exquisite and profound poetry, it’s mesmerizing and refreshing. This is marvelous!
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Ah, thank you so much, Lucy. I’ve certainly missed you. Are you doing well? I surely hope so.
You always like my little pieces; how marvellous. I ought to make you a book one of these days.
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Simply gorgeous. “sump” – wow – I just loved this piece.
BTW, did you deliberately spell the word “unberable” that way? If so, what is the significance?
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No, Ben, haha. I’m a deliberate fool, perhaps, but that was absolutely a typo.
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You’re such a clever writer that I wouldn’t have put it past you to include some meaning that’s way over my head in the odd spelling of a random word!
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Sorry to disappoint, Ben. I have some struggles with English words; the likes of beginning (which I always write with two g’s before realising it has two n’), the word supplicant (for similar reasons) and the word louring (which I always write as “lauring”). I have similar issues with German; double letters are a weakness, since my native language has none.
Thank you for your sweetness and for bringing that error to my attention. What a marvellous occurrence, given the theme of the poem.
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I ended up writing a poem, inspired in part by this gorgeous one of yours – https://skepticskaddish.com/2020/11/25/am-are-or-always/
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Good reading, Joåo-Maria.
A tonic, thank you,
Alabaster & Sump xx
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Ah, Nick. Danke schön.
I wanted something whitey for the reflexiveness and talcum sounds too latin; thus, alabaster. Worked just fine.
Hope you’re doing great!
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Brilliant, J-M!
Yes, hunky dory, here, thank you.
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I really like that last stanza especially…make nouns of my textures…
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Ah, vielen Dank! It was a nice inner circle I etched there. I was rather content with it. Thank you so much, K.
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I could be way off, but reading this I think of Nietzsche’s Apollonian and Dionysian play between order and subjectivity. And also his no memory without pain.
This is a wonderful and very dense. As is all your writing. I will enjoy spending time with this one.
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Thank you, Bob, though I must admit I do not have such lofty roots in my poetica. I’m familiar with the Birth of Tragedy and I’m able to draw loosely where you might have seen it, though in truth, I wrote this little thing because of an essay I’ve been forced to elaborate. A progymnasmata, or more specifically, a chreia, apropos a citation from Plutarch’s Fabius Maximus. The citation is roughly about grand emprises being always vulnerable to grand mistakes and the humanity of error is not in its unavoidability, but in its unrepeatability. I personally think differently, as expressed by the poem. I think of errors as formative, yes, and human, surely, but also something else entirely divine and cruel and indelible and obsessive. It’s the smallest unit of being, as two is an error of one and ad infinitum. I suppose there is some Nietzsche to it.
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It as a wonderful poem. And I took much from it. I guess it’s time to read Plutarch. Thanks for posting. I look forward to your next poem.
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I am homered that you share your work. I’ve never said hello. Hello. I am honored that you, click my like button. Thank you for your many gifts. I appreciate your work.
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Homered! Ha ha ha! (Honored)
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Thank you so much. It’s not often that one homers, much less feels homered. Thank you for the pleasant laugh.
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superb!
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I could read this, and enjoyed it!
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Ah, Stephen!, that’s pretty nice to hear. Contrary to what appears, I do enjoy being accessible; I just can’t always get it done, seemingly.
Hope you’re doing well, and smooth sailing!
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Es scheint, dass Sie die Concision gefunden haben, die Sie suchten.
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Danke, Kaiter.
My German is not yet at a level which I can use to confidently communicate with you (of all people), but allow me a couple more months.
I’m honoured by your support. Truly.
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Beautiful as always. I tend to feel humbled if not envious when you manage to amplify so much in so little space – the first few lines is a great example of this. “Mistakes colored by scars” – things like this, which is close enough in association to immediately be understood, but is never really related so distinctly. It may be just a small color in the larger painting, so to speak, but it becomes so vibrant. Just the right amount of leg work.
I’m on mobile so maybe I quoted wrong, but I’m pretty sure I’m close !
Anyway, above that, god, your poems make me feel like I don’t know any words from my own native language!
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Oh, Warren. I’m often lost in this distorted twilight; slashes and twists of the possessive body. I can’t nor think shall ever be able to understand the hows and whys folks as intelligent as you can see anything good in this bound violence and humiliation I give myself to, indexed and crippled in some bleeding river bank of verbiage. It’s a suffocating mystery, but I do feel the gratitude it commands.
I’m sorry for my sudden absence. I sometimes lose the eyes to see the elsewards.
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Joao-Maria, I am in awe of the beauty of your words. I hope you are well. ❤
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Thank you so much, Cheryl. You’re a sunbeam in my little humble blog. No shade nor shield of meanings can block your bounty of warmth, and I’m ever so thankful for it.
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Thank you.
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