Doors open and doors closes. Everyone is in a room, I’m out in the hallway. Watching and wriggling with shades of green on postcards, nestled in a cradle, inappropriately placed in the corridors. Time drives by and I age a year each day.
O, all the time we scurried to places, on the inside we worried, and to see all the faces made us happy. Onward, the ocean we look blurry, to get free and we hurried. Sit in the midst of time, where the wind swings chimes and we’re never weary.
I like this gentle pull away from the corridor and rush, to sit and listen to the wind chimes. Beautifully done.
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That’s a beautiful understanding. Thank you so so much! It means a lot coming from you.
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I like this, you’re truly welcome.
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“Siediti nel mezzo del tempo” …
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Stupenda
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Grazie mille!!
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A te
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The first part reminds me of the poor guy in Kafka’s “Before the Law” parable in “The Trial.” All those doors and the angst of passing (or failing to pass). Now I’m going to have to go find that Orson Welles version!
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A Kafka comparison! Thank you so so much. The Trial was a great book.
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Nicely done
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Thanks, Matt! You oughta know how much this means coming from someone I respect as much as you!
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Cheers!
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The hurry scurry of the quick
. . . but not the dead
for age shall no longer weary them,
nor the falling tears of years condemn.
From behind the veil
a postcard to send
Life is for the living.
Don’t let the wheels of regret
drive you around the bend.
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You’re officially better than the Beat poets now.
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I could never keep up with them . . .
Kerouac would be well down the track
With Burroughs sprinting like a demon
And Ginsberg giving Dylan a piggy back
I’d be in the gutter of poetry
coughing up phlegm 😎
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Ah! A different place and a different kind but all of the same awesome generation or school at least. 🤘
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We but stand on the shoulders of giants.
It’s interesting that many of the Beat poets
met at school in the 50’s. Or more correctly,
University … Only to be unleashed on an unsuspecting U.S. in the 60’s.
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It is deep psychology
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Much thanks!!
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You are an exceptional writer!
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As are You!!
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Thank you.
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Such is how I feel life is in the hallway listening and observing the laughter and tears coming from the room down the hall. Sometimes I wonder if it’s shear madness or just the way we work things out in life. The ocean and nature a distraction, a place to can rest the heart and mind, I feel from this piece. Lovely illustration. 🙂
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That seems so good! You have such a strong sense towards interpretation. Hope the rooms down the hall furnish your life with surprises. 🤗
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Always every day life surprises me and makes me smile. I love the sense of knowingness I get when a hoped for thing graces me life. It makes all the other stuff worth it. I like hallways 🤗🙋🏼♀️
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a surreal dream, It is beautiful.
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Thank you. 😀
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Wonderful.
That ‘O’ is so unexpected today in written language. It used to alert me to pay attention because a poetic perception is coming. And it did in your last sentence. Sarah
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I like using that ‘O’.
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True, plucked out of obscurity. It’s strange and painful to watch such an obsolete thing. There is always a better word in this wintry world.
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This is how I interpret it.
Being in the hallway while the others are in the room and at the end something about the wind and that we don´t worry, paraphrasing here obviously so my interpretation is that the character avoids the reality. Probably I´m wrong, you have a way of writing that is great. I can´t go that deep with such wonderful words and not make it obvious what I want to transmit.
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You were exactly right! I was writing fromm the perspective of a baby who is out in the hallway while the “adults” sit and discuss life in the rooms. More than avoding, the character doesn’t have any idea about the truth so he just doesn’t worry. You’re a genius!
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At least I got some part of it right, that does makes me a genius
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You got all of it right. Come on, you can’t get into my head and hunt for the details. Basically, everything was correct.
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That would be interestingly scary to get into your head
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