“My feelings are a stage, and the actors loan me an ashen daze, to which I must comfortably submit, I must conveniently pay. There is no sole liberation, there is only a constancy to which I comply, for it might be wrong to be the believer that may rue the morgue of actual rightness. I live my life by swimming between schools that could possibly identify my novelty, if I leave I might get lost. The planetary rules apply and revolve around my locked head, because they embody elements that inevitably blaze around me, quiver in between my thighs, make crooked circle that twist my eyes and kindle fires that surround truth, everything that could happen will be an abstraction under my possession, my unstable guardianship. How elusive is radical change? But if I walk away, try to attain difference, I know I will confront untamed comparisons to another life, consequently, instead I should try to translate the complexities of unhappiness to an evermore stand, and I will follow the nostalgia of tonic time”

Life is iconic, and its icons coast thru endless eras, forever as remembrances. They carry forth the bread of unhindered routines, to a factory that casts spells in widening ravines and feeds voyagers- that’s us on this planet.
“All the world is a stage and each must play their part,” this came to mind and how sometimes the acts in life are grueling but we get a glimpse of that light at the end and it keeps us going pressing toward the mark, not looking back, although I can say I’m guilty of looking back sometimes. Radical change is allusive until one day you realize the change occurred every so slightly day by day and the cumulative result is so worth it all. At least in my experience. Waiting for the next act that I’m sure has already begun. Excellent food for thought Watt. Love the image reminds me of a scene from Les’ Miserables.
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Thank you very much, Michelle!!
The photo is one of many by Tom Plevnik. His site is unbelievably good, he quotes these incredible people.
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How do I find this photographer I really enjoy good photography?
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Just search him on reader. Tom Plevnik. As an artist og your talent and brightness, I thought you would appreciate him. 😊
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Oh okay I will try that. WP changed a lot while I was not as active. Thank you for the kind compliment. It’s good to be praised. I feel sometimes we need that so much being artist and creatives. 🙂
I wanted to encourage you that one day we will look back and say to ourselves it was so worth it all, all the sacrifice. I feel that so deeply 🙂
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https://tomplevnik.wordpress.com
Here’s his link.
I agree, we need appreciating to find hope that we can carry as we collect more.
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Oh I found him. I do love his style. I like the overcast shadow look in his photos much depth there. Thank you for sharing with me. I really like to get lost looking at photos. ≋≋≋ 🙂
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I’m glad you do.
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A wonderful anfd profound piece of writing.
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Truly means a lot coming from you. 😊
P.S I remember following your blog but its not showing on my page that I am. I’ll salvage that now.
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Thank you. I have complained to WP about my page not showing up on reader. Thanks for your kindness.
Will bve keeping a closer eye on your blog as well. Have a great weekend.
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You too! Have a great weekend. 😊
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Thanks
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““The unexamined life is not worth living” – Socrates”
How brilliantly you examine yours: at the intersection of philosophy and literature you create that which is marvelous.
“My feelings are a stage.” I do not walk away. Instead “I should try to translate the complexities of unhappiness to an evermore stand”: the nostalgia of a tonic time.
You left me speechlessness for a few minutes. Your writing is not only brilliant; it’s intense and inspiring.
“My feelings are a stage, and the actors loan me an ashen daze, to which I must comfortably submit, I must conveniently pay.”
My feelings are the mirrors on which actors pantomime the pain of others. “I must comfortably submit.”
May you have a fantastic rest of the day. Thank you for sharing!
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We as writers aim to record our festivals and tragedies to be exposed to our critics and our companions. Therefore, we do not go unexamined.
Thank you very much for your beautiful words. 😊😊
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My pleasure. I hope I did not offend you by writing some of my personal thoughts. My thoughts were the produce of your writing.
Again, brilliant piece.
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Offended by your personal thoughts? No, no, no. What makes you say that. I feel proud to be able to draw out such profound effects from someone of your greatness. You truly are amazing. 😊
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Thank you, Watt, but I am not that amazing. I am just a mirror …:)
I should have not written on your blog “my feeling are a mirror…” Yet, your words made me visualize a stage full of mirrors…..inspiration.
Those who inspire are great! In this case it’s you.
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Don’t worry, you should write everything you feel. This is what makes you a great poet. 😊
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Thank you, Watt. You are very kind 🙂
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This is a very good piece of writing. Your words are like music to my mind.
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Thank you very much! An appreciation from you is like a huge award.
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Thank you, my friend
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Everything about this tugs at the essence of who we are and what makes the markers of the journeys of our lives. Whether we can comfortably submit or risk the perils of radical change. I loved so many lines but the start and the ending, so deeply profound and mesmerizing. My mind lingers on these, still.
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Awaiting your next poem intently. 😌
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My hands are empty…
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Hmmmm
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My sentiments exactly.
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😂
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“…unhindered routine…factories…us.” Routine, ruts, no freedom, not anything…hindered, or unhindered, routine is till routine. No change, no matter how loudly you scream. Excellent writing, even if it makes me want to lay on the floor and not get up.
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A sketching of crayons you have taken. Thank you very much for such a powerful reading.
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Straddling the line, this one. Straddling also whether I will or won’t read this one again………..Sarah
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Did you read “Aviary?” These pieces are connected.
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Yes, I read ‘Aviary’. Much more opaque than this piece, Poet.
As I tried to say in my opinion piece, I like bubbly champagne but not too much if it. Makes me high for a minute but then gives me a headache.
The point of my opinion piece was that champagne is lovely but not sustaining.
Sarah
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And for a poet to say that something is connected is only half the battle. The other half is for readers to see the connection. I didn’t. I didn’t see where anyone else said they saw a connection either.
So?
Sarah
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Both are about entrapment and contemplating the situation and the prospects that may await. Sort of a more normal variation of 1984. Not everything has to be collective, this was. This blog is ramblings of mine at different points in time, and no mind runs on one track, so I jump tracks, while my hourglass has sand to run. The connection is there always, because there isn’t an infinity, people repeat themselves and one another.
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And is a little individualism truly that abhorrent?
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You will always be writing what you want to write. But poetry communicates.
Communication is layered. Topmost layer are the bubbles of champagne or beer. Everyone sees that.
Start descending into the drink and then what is or what is not understood by your readers has to do with the skill of the poet first and foremost. Readers have also to be willing and able. But first and foremost the skill of the poet to make his or her experience, intuition, jumps, linkages intelligible.
If it isn’t intelligible in the way the poet wrote it, then the reader is left with the bubbles of champagne. Nice but not essential and too much is not good.
If it is intelligible fully only to the poet, it is, in effect, the poet’s private journal made public.
Is individualism of this kind truly abhorrent? No. But the pleasure and purpose of it is restricted to the individual poet who wrote it. For a reader like me, it’s champagne. Not abhorrent at all. But not up to much. Other readers may pull more out of it. More meaning, more pleasure. But we are all individuals, also.
Orpheus wasn’t killed because he was on a private journey – he was but not only – or because he was serving champagne. Ditto Pablo Neruda. Ditto Osip Mandelstam. On and on the list. They were killed because they were fully intelligible to their readers and writing close to everyone’s bone. That is where it tends to get dark and where we are all screaming for the poets, philosophers and, if there are any, saints.
You, Poet, are going to write as you will and you should. But then, I, we all, are going to read what you write as we can. The can includes all the conditions which made us readers of poetry, particular as we all are.
So I have been going on about my particularities when it comes to poetry.
But it is of no more relevance than the next person’s and the next person’s. You must do as you will, Poet. Of course, I’ll comment when your poetry is speaking to me…………Selfish me!
Sarah
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Read short-prose-fiction’s interpretation or In Mind and Out’s interpretation. They both find something, that you may carry forth. 😊
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Poet,
You know – I know this – that you need nothing from any of us to be getting ‘better’ because you have phenomenal gifts (DNA, Poet, DNA!) and that all you need are life experience and skill.
And sleep!!
Sarah
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Thanks, Sarah! It means a lot coming from someone I respect as much as you. 🙂
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I did write a poem about beauty, this was also beauty.
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Thank you very much.
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so cool👍
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Thank you as always. 🙃
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Each time I read your words—I start smiling. The comments are just as much fun to read too. 😊
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Sometimes comment such as yours seem to overshadow my original piece. Hmmm. Do you have to be so amazing? 😊
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Now I am super smiling! Ha! Simply reflecting back to you—your own amazingness :).
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🙂
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🙃
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I really loved this, Watt.
Now going to check out Tom Plevnik.
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I’m glad you do. 🙂
Please do check Tom Plevnik’s work, he is a great guy from what I can tell. Never did he ever object to me using his pictures, and I’ve used them in copious amounts like an infinite number of times. I’ve used ’em in Keep Making Me Guffaw, this one, Peyote and in a lot more, more, more.
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Just did. He’s really stunning.
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Excellent writing. Very powerful command of language
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Thank you.
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How elusive is radical change?? Radical change actually is not elusive at all. It’s the subtle ones that sneak right under your nose. And by the time you tend to notice them, they have already made their way into the system!!!
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Hmmm
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Be that as it may, its still advocates misunderstanding as a means of comminication.
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Lovely words, Watt! 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. 😄
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Passion the engine driven between thighs
Keeping an eye on the road ahead
Light as a feather … Heavy like lead
In the driver’s seat of indiscrete sighs
Life a kaleidoscope broken
Climbing a tribal token
Losing it all for the winning prize
Thanks Watt for your dose of inspiration 🙏
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Thanks, David! 😊
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That title is an intriguing hook. And I looked up that photographer too, thanks for sharing.
You offer unique morsels to chew on!
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Thank you very much for reading and commenting. 😉
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My pleasure! 🙂
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😊
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😆😆👍
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I put myself in your shoes…and felt your emotions performing with an audience who dared listen to poetic truths and the injustice of our world. The pain bites deeply within your body of poetic work. This one is my favorite. 🙂
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I guess thats a resolution for our time, to continue to see thru other’s eyes, and experience our own consciousness. Thank you, Charlie.
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You welcome.
That’s a great resolution my friend. Very well put.
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This piece has words that resonate vividly: constancy, novelty, abstraction, comparisons, nostalgia. I love each part those words played, the struggle, the yearning, the emphasis. The line I like most is “How elusive is radical change?” I believe that a small movement can be radical, and that we don’t need to witness radical change in order for it to have happened. It will reveal itself eventually. The beauty of radical change is how simple it can be, yet how profound, and how simple the catalyst can be that initiates it. A strong piece that I’ve enjoyed reading several times.
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Wow, that’s absolutely gorgeous.
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It is? Thank you. Well, your words inspired the contemplation. Your words often remind me of pieces of myself that I’ve misplaced. That’s a special gift you have, that I much appreciate.
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Thank you!
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