Recent Reviews for Debashish Haar
The Segmented (Poetry) - 6/24/2012 4:10:53 AM|
Hey old Buddy ~ long time no see. You perceive nuances that most people couldn't even imagine and express them so eloquently.
duke larance ~ the drugstore cowboy poet
Muskodayn Bishkikee Ziishib (Buffalo Duck) -- the Metis MasterBlaster
The Segmented (Poetry) - 2/23/2012 1:54:30 PM
a fine exposition, Debs, that is very comprehensive though also broken down into all its component parts. Some lovely visuals here, too, and I am left with an impression of a centipede or caterpillar bumping up and down in its bobbly stride and chewing through everything in its way... guess Alice in Wonderland therefore comes to mind with its crazed associations, too... eat me, drink me! Hope you're feeling back on top; good to see you here :)) xx
The Segmented (Poetry) - 2/23/2012 10:55:18 AM
I am segmented, demented,
forecasted, and remain
the poor CONsumer
Good points made through your verses here, Debs. Thank you for sharing them. Love and peace,
The Segmented (Poetry) - 2/22/2012 7:10:44 PM
the CONsumer mindset is the antitheses of human nature and is encompassing the planet ...
your put this poem together really well, Debs ...
The Segmented (Poetry) - 2/22/2012 2:02:51 PM
You've created a host of thoughts about the so-called, average man. Great write.
Repetition (Poetry) - 1/23/2012 6:57:36 PM
some dreambooks outlives their usefulness ... it's then time to write a new one with letters that are orchestral ...
like the direction you took this one ...
Repetition (Poetry) - 1/23/2012 1:56:47 PM
A recurring dream that has worn itself out with the playing and which, perhaps, our mind has trained itself to weary of before it now completes. The repeated "struggle" with those glottal double-gs makes me think of a strangulated birth and the good use of "grinded" to be sonically effective leads well into that final line that leaves us, as it were, with an empty stage. So good to see you here again. Do hope you're well. xx
Repetition (Poetry) - 1/23/2012 10:06:05 AM
Has a sense of entropy.
Repetition (Poetry) - 1/22/2012 6:11:54 PM
I think that you share in this poem a timeless and universal theme (although sad) of this life/world, Debashish. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 11/7/2011 10:25:34 AM
You describe a very interesting condition, Mr. Haar. I've wondered if all of us are born with it, but lose it in infancy or shortly afterward when language has to be learned in order to 'describe' it. Some few, like you, keep enough to give us gems like this "wind chariot that never arrives." Mystics perceived Nagini as serpent maidens drawing the chariot of goddess Amarici (the sun) out of darkness on rays of light - Thanks
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 11/7/2011 7:17:43 AM
Beautiful! A fascinating juxtaposition of subjective impressions and bridges built between them by the mind.
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 7/20/2011 8:33:45 PM
I love your style. Well-written and original.
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 7/18/2011 7:33:22 PM
Aptly titled, dizzily visual little romp this. Stirred with circumspect equipoise til it is teased into a tempest of stillness. Oh, in case you haven't got the idea... it moved me.
Thank you, Debashish.
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 7/17/2011 4:18:57 PM
hey Debs, good to read you again... i always appreciated your vibrant and unorthodox imagery ...
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 7/17/2011 10:00:42 AM
The confusion of night is clarified (I think) in this
fascinating synestheic trip. Love the lines:
In the morning the sun tastes
like lemon tea,
and plays shadow dice during the day.
Synesthesia (Poetry) - 7/15/2011 3:40:57 PM
Interesting Debashish. r
Imaginary Land (Poetry) - 1/23/2011 8:20:47 AM
a power neo-political perspective breaking down the futility of borders, patriotism and militaristic sense of being ... good work, debs ...
Imaginary Land (Poetry) - 1/22/2011 7:01:45 PM
Powerfully imaged and symbolic; thank you for sharing this offering, Debs. Love and peace to you,
Imaginary Land (Poetry) - 1/22/2011 2:59:11 PM
yes, imaginary land, world with no borders, borders delineated by greedy statesmen, inculcation of false patriotism, tied into the fictional border, tied into the fictional land, tied into the fictional flag, the cannon-fodder of corrupt elites, the pauper armies die in vain. excellent work!!!!
Imaginary Land (Poetry) - 1/22/2011 1:54:23 PM
This I like a lot, especially the following:
The sun bulges and cultivates itself,
and flows through the mountain gates,
and gushes like a cascade.
A Time Travel (Poetry) - 11/28/2010 9:22:52 PM
Very far above me with the references. Makes me wish I was better read to daily face an uncertain world. I too dream of time travel.
Tattooed (Poetry) - 10/26/2010 12:10:42 PM
An intriguing poem, Debs, merging realities and surrealities like slipping and shapeshifting skins. Tattoos, unlike the stats of "us", are not easily removed... but so often we are no more than bubble-speak and need the graceful existentialist reassurance that "I am" as provided by the sharp-zested perfume of the morning's lemon. I speak "far out" cos this is... makes me think of Syd Barrett for some reason! :)) Thanks for sending! xx
Tattooed (Poetry) - 10/22/2010 8:28:54 PM
Your poem is meaningful and worthy of much more than a single reading, Debs. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Paradoxophy (Poetry) - 9/21/2010 12:48:05 PM
Debashish, I'd be glad to compute your refractive index,
if I had the wisdom to do so. In lieu of that, I'll just
enjoy the way you assemble your words. -gene.
Paradoxophy (Poetry) - 9/19/2010 9:59:23 AM
I'm so glad that I blundered into you again here at AD. I'm in and out of here so often that I don't know if I am afoot or horseback. While I am the master of stating the obvious, you are the master of Profundity.
duke larance -- the drugstore cowboy poet
The Unrelated (Poetry) - 9/3/2010 12:01:07 PM
You, my friend, have a new fan.
Stochasticism (Poetry) - 9/3/2010 12:00:05 PM
I very much enjoyed this. The intelligence and imagery were refreshing.
Paradoxophy (Poetry) - 8/22/2010 11:28:34 AM
I very much like this new-ism, Debs. It's one and the same yet opposite, holding shape and meaning within its contradictions. The more that is known about something, the less we understand about how it "is", perhaps: like the difference between understanding "how go the heavens", but not "how the heavens go". My refractive index is pretty palty, but your paradoxophical vision is pretty much a hawklike 20-2! :)) xx
Paradoxophy (Poetry) - 8/22/2010 7:19:22 AM
This poem fascinated me, like Peter said need to get those binary vitamins!
Much peace, love and light,
Paradoxophy (Poetry) - 8/21/2010 10:46:42 AM
The uncertainty principle of Werner Heisenberg nuanced in poetic verse. The more precisely you measure a property, like position, the less precise the measurement of another propertry, like momentum. I need to take my binary vitamins before computing refractive indexes; but I'll get back you on that one. Good poem.
Why Poetry? (Poetry) - 8/9/2010 11:58:44 AM
The title is so expansive, Debs, and you could have said so much more - yet, this beauty is perfectly weighted: balanced and judged to do what poetry does best = to infer the 7/8 of the "unseen" by careful selection of the "seen". I totally love your final stanza and glorious summation which is a "perfect utterance". You ask a wide-open question to which there is no simple answer - then answer it perfectly. No need to say more (or less!). Well-wrought and finely conceived. xx
Why Poetry? (Poetry) - 8/9/2010 11:44:34 AM
Poems are like cartoons, anything can happen. And, fortunately, quite often does. Enjoyed.
Stochasticism (Poetry) - 8/8/2010 2:48:37 PM
I spend most of my day looking at the invisible. Maybe that's my problem. Good poem.
I am made to believe (Poetry) - 8/4/2010 9:14:26 AM
we need to look within and escape the smokescreen of the external world ... excellent poem ...
I am made to believe (Poetry) - 8/2/2010 1:17:45 PM
You hit the nail right on the head. This is excellent, excellent, excellent writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am made to believe (Poetry) - 8/2/2010 12:44:07 PM
your preface together with the words and sentiments you express here necessarily make me think of New York today, Debs; I have just been given a beautiful belated birthday present of an illustrated guide and am gorging myself on meandering through it. I adore The Chrysler Building, though, in its time, I guess it stood for much of what is represented in your poem. In context, therefore, guess "I am made to believe" is both a retrospective and of our own life and times... and only time will tell, I guess. It seems to me we perpetually inhabit a city/dreamscape of thick smoke... I can walk the streets of your stanzas like a lucid dream... great work as always, xx
Marbled (Poetry) - 7/30/2010 5:57:03 PM
Symbolically significant and thought-awakening, Debs; at least to me it is. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Marbled (Poetry) - 7/30/2010 1:37:24 PM
So very true. I spend way too much time in my head. Total disconnect from reality sometimes. And I have it better than some. Profound poetry.
Golden Cage (Poetry) - 7/28/2010 6:56:20 PM
the mind captures what it attracts, either with idea or the sweetness of its being ... this poem captures such thoughts ...
Golden Cage (Poetry) - 7/27/2010 4:31:51 PM
Sublime imagery, Debs! So good to see you! Thanks for sharing!
Golden Cage (Poetry) - 7/27/2010 1:31:41 PM
Is this REALLY already five years' old, Debs? I can't believe it; it still captures my breath in the same way as it did back then and the atmosphere and images have life and vibrancy for me still. Truly ethereal as well as gilded and captivating. A fine filigree of a write. xx
Golden Cage (Poetry) - 7/25/2010 8:19:17 PM
Golden Cage, the prison of wild fancy and rich imagination. Great stuff.
The Unrelated (Poetry) - 7/24/2010 5:04:10 PM
though unrelated, their ties are inevitable ...
The Unrelated (Poetry) - 7/24/2010 7:28:50 AM
I love this. You have always written with such clarity, making clarity out of seemingly unrelated things. Thank you for sharing... =)
The Unrelated (Poetry) - 7/23/2010 7:28:04 AM
Super cool poem.
The Unrelated (Poetry) - 7/22/2010 2:10:02 PM
Like random free radicals that irresisibly attract, this has my kind of logic attached and sounds so very familiar. I am descended from this hazy line of Unrelated, that's for certain sure! Explains much, like holding a mirror to my face. Wish I could have conceived something similar, Debs, because this, to me, reads most definitely like memoir.
"They say he will live like a smoke" - what a great line! Says it all. xx
In the Patios of Echoes (Poetry) - 7/21/2010 9:48:49 PM
the juxtaposition of time and place as well as action and purpose infused this poem with mystery andpurpose...
In the Patios of Echoes (Poetry) - 7/21/2010 2:08:40 PM
Yes, day late and a dollar short. Story of my life. Very well done. Creative and abstract woven into focus and delivered perfectly.
Edge (Poetry) - 7/18/2010 10:39:40 AM
Like this!...strong use of metaphor yet leaving the "voice" in the know with the reader left to muse of the precise relationship....ed :)
Edge (Poetry) - 7/18/2010 7:10:23 AM
though we sometimes fantasize or visualize our insignificant demise, we still move on, hopefully to transcend its grasp on our self-perspective or sense of being ...
exceptional concept development ...
Edge (Poetry) - 7/15/2010 12:57:03 PM
Conjures for me that surreal moment of falling exhausted into a sleep where you KNOW that the next moment you will be aware of is the live-and-wide-awake moment of starting the day's cycle all over again - very much like Peter says below.
However, I have a vivid recall of this scenario, somehow; it is so sharp - is this a redraft of an earlier exquisite gem that I can have remembered? If so, I'm amazed that my brain is so efficient on the one hand and yet fully cogniscent that your writing is of such a calibre that your images ARE indeed fully memorable. It IS a true capture of our most surreal between-conscious-states moments... xx
Edge (Poetry) - 7/15/2010 10:09:13 AM
Wonderful piece! I often am victim of crazed night-time visions and bursts of fancy before awaking in the AM to start another day's toil.
Under a Lamplight (Poetry) - 7/14/2010 7:14:02 PM
captures the moment cleverly and vividly ...
Under a Lamplight (Poetry) - 7/13/2010 10:01:13 AM
Great poem. Sometimes love is misunderstood.
Inert (Poetry) - 7/11/2010 12:23:18 PM
THE NEW GENERATION DOES NOT STEP OVER US...THEY STEP UPON US...'WE' ARE THEIR STEPPING STONES AND WHETHER WE WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT, THEY 'MIRROR' US. WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT AND NEITHER DO THEY. AND SO...WE CONSOLE OURSELVES BY EATING 'UNNUTRITOUS FOOD' AND DREAMING FOOLISH DREAMS...THAT SEEM...SO PURE. WELL DONE DEBASHISH, WELL DONE. ENJOYED AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Unrequited (Poetry) - 7/11/2010 9:13:57 AM
Unrequited (Poetry) - 7/11/2010 7:47:05 AM
We chase after knowledge like attempting to harness the mirage. We are passionate to have it within our grasp and yet the pursuit of it often leaves us, or leads us, to overheated and waterless places. Fantastic and mind-evolving visuals in this. xx
Unrequited (Poetry) - 7/10/2010 2:18:32 PM
A poem worthy of reflection; substance to think upon. Thank you, Debs. Love and peace,
Escapism (Poetry) - 7/9/2010 9:01:37 AM
I find myself reading this over and over, Debs. There is much expressed here about the situation that we face each day; at least that's the way I "see" it. Love and peace to you,
Diffuse (Poetry) - 6/29/2010 9:20:06 PM
Be always safe,
Diffuse (Poetry) - 6/29/2010 5:09:20 PM
You give me pause for reflection with your verses, Debs. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Diffuse (Poetry) - 6/29/2010 12:26:05 PM
I like this. It makes me think of a game of cat and mouse.
Diffuse (Poetry) - 6/29/2010 11:53:50 AM
the balance between decompose and compose is a fine tipping point and, at such a place, it is quite easy to stand aside and view objectively the current direction we are going in and what exactly is taking place. I love the diffuse atmosphere and emotional tone that is conveyed through very tangible and readily visualised images. I very much like the couplet - so many times I feel that, between morning and evening, a complete thought process has undergone what you here so dextrously describe, travelling 360 dust to dust. But hey... it's the fossil fuel our creativity burns on, yes?! :)) Always thought provoking, Debs. Thanks xx
Our Doubts (Poetry) - 6/28/2010 1:08:01 PM
Unique constructs that contain fab imagery. Leaves an impression in my mind of our "throw-away" culture, in terms of its "haste and waste", wisdoms that are easily disposed of - hence the doubt. Fascinating thoughts, thank you. xx
Our Doubts (Poetry) - 6/28/2010 1:00:09 PM
Our Doubts (Poetry) - 6/28/2010 10:06:09 AM
Fine and meaningful imagery and symbols, Debs. You provide pause for thought here within your verses. Love and peace to you,
Ink Burns (Poetry) - 6/25/2010 7:30:20 AM
This is a really good poem! I love the opening lines.
Ink Burns (Poetry) - 6/25/2010 12:42:40 AM
Really excellent !
Ink Burns (Poetry) - 6/24/2010 5:17:02 PM
On the alabaster skin of the morning,
beneath the cliffs where the wind retracts,
the rising sun dances.
I love the imagery here and the whole poem and the thoughts that it awakens. Thank you for sharing this offering, Debs. Love and peace,
Endless Corridor (Poetry) - 6/24/2010 4:08:38 PM
I like the look and sound of this. I'm not quite sure
where it's taking me, but I love the trip. -gene.
Endless Corridor (Poetry) - 6/22/2010 10:39:42 AM
Abandoned by words, as memory drips beneath
in the foliage.
I find you in another room.
I am drawn to these verses and what they evoke within me. Thank you, Debs. Love and peace to you,
Endless Corridor (Poetry) - 6/21/2010 3:40:19 AM
Very well composed poem
Endless Corridor (Poetry) - 6/19/2010 7:10:41 AM
"Abandoned by words, as memory drips beneath
in the foliage."
found these words quite conducive to how i feel at the moment ... effective and well written poem, Debs ...
Endless Corridor (Poetry) - 6/16/2010 12:36:19 PM
Formless is this corridor,
as if inventing itself,
reaching for moments in the shape of a pause
that molds us.
I find this particular stanza particularly effective and thought-provoking, Debs. For me, this offering represented a stream of consciousness rather than one tethered whole which seems appropriate for a poem about an endless, windswept corridor which is Alice-like in its ability to liberate a free-fall of thought. A kind of Eat Me-Drink Me effect... not that that in itself makes any sense as a cognitive response! Whatever - I like! :)) xx
Paradox (Poetry) - 6/14/2010 1:39:38 PM
Seems a bit of an ouroborus write to me, skins turning inside out but both sides a true reflection of reality. I particularly like the first stanza, but also the enlargement of idea that comes with the follow through. Strongly imaged throughout. xx
Subside (Poetry) - 6/10/2010 5:55:38 PM
Paradox (Poetry) - 6/10/2010 12:10:56 PM
A poem that gives the reader pause for thought and an inkling to read again. Thank you, Debs. Love and peace to you,
Paradox (Poetry) - 6/10/2010 8:50:00 AM
Vivid imagery, well done.
Paradox (Poetry) - 6/10/2010 6:04:24 AM
Sounds as if a tornado here...excellent write!
Paradox (Poetry) - 6/10/2010 3:11:13 AM
Very strong piece !
Find me some... (Poetry) - 5/28/2010 6:13:23 AM
Though short this poem is to the point and spans hope and resonning. Powerful write...
Find me some... (Poetry) - 5/24/2010 2:37:12 PM
This is so tight, so potent, so compact that it seems like an "inevitable utterance"... something that has been waiting to be said in just the way in which you alone have said it. I really admire this. Thanks, Debs. Hope you're well. xx
Our Leaders Chat Gaily (Poetry) - 4/3/2010 2:19:33 PM
Anything to keep us from actually thinking. An important premise, Debs. Thank you. Love and peace,
Our Leaders Chat Gaily (Poetry) - 2/18/2010 9:53:03 AM
Excellently written piece. It is nice to read you again.
Our Leaders Chat Gaily (Poetry) - 2/17/2010 3:01:50 PM
Yup, it's the unending war on consciousness. Nicely done.
Nobody (Poetry) - 9/8/2009 6:04:11 PM
hmmmm.... would a rah! rah! be in order ;) (or is that not on the menu?)
Nobody (Poetry) - 9/8/2009 11:56:07 AM
:)) oh yes!! I remember this happy couple well, Debs! I have not a clue why this reminds me of Ozzie and Sharon Osborne, but it certainly makes me smile! The most successful couplings are very often the odd ones and I have to confess to being rather tempted by that wood polish and rum. Love the breadth, depth and life to this encapsulated in such brevity. A gem! xx
Nobody (Poetry) - 9/8/2009 11:36:40 AM
Wood polish and rum. Have to try that sometime. Cheers!
Nobody (Poetry) - 9/8/2009 6:07:31 AM
I think I know her. Thank you for the laugh.
Amorphous (Poetry) - 9/8/2009 1:27:51 AM
Thanks for your critique; however, a poem (if at all a poem!) has a shelf life. In the words of Paul Valéry "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." And if both of you are correct then this little piece of text should be abandoned.
Amorphous (Poetry) - 9/7/2009 6:08:28 PM
an interesting perspective in this one, Debs ... methinks "Margarita" should seek another degree of analysis ...
Amorphous (Poetry) - 9/7/2009 1:53:54 PM
This mutely expressive commentary on the prevalence of abandonment is menacingly enhanced by virtue of its being cloaked in such a gender-specific dichotomy.
Modified (Poetry) - 9/6/2009 9:27:11 AM
This is cool. Opaque images representative of fluid thoughts churning away somewhere in the deeper psyche, unknown and mysterious, then "explode like birth" into the realm of lucid recognition. Awesome.
Modified (Poetry) - 9/5/2009 8:47:33 PM
Love the feels of this one!
Modified (Poetry) - 9/5/2009 8:30:01 PM
a modulation of alternating tenses blending into being ...
nice exercise in existentialism, Debs ...
Buendia-esque (Poetry) - 9/5/2009 9:08:33 AM
Sounds like a must book to read! nicely done, Deb!
Buendia-esque (Poetry) - 9/4/2009 8:27:58 AM
I'm in the middle of this novel, Debs, Wow, it's great.
Buendia-esque (Poetry) - 9/4/2009 3:38:30 AM
Quite thought provoking.
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 9/3/2009 9:20:12 PM
In other words, experience is universal. Great structure of thought here.
Buendia-esque (Poetry) - 9/3/2009 9:17:47 PM
I loved that book. One of my favorites. Thank God for the chart though or we'd never keep all those families in line. Thanks.
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 9/3/2009 7:59:32 PM
I like this sharp delineation of evanescent vagaries and am intrigued by the candid shape to its bifurcation of form and substance.
Buendia-esque (Poetry) - 9/3/2009 7:55:02 PM
oh those philosophes... Marquez is a bright light, isn't he... thanks for highlighting this gem!
Paradox (Poetry) - 9/2/2009 8:49:24 PM
i can "feel" the lifeblood of this poem invisibly seep into my thoughts, through its exceptional images and metaphysical manifestation ...
Paradox (Poetry) - 9/2/2009 5:31:32 PM
Leaves me visualizing what you have "painted" with your words, Debs. Thank you. Love and peace,
Paradox (Poetry) - 9/2/2009 4:10:44 PM
A profound and outstanding write
Peace be with you
Paradox (Poetry) - 9/2/2009 2:50:27 PM
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 9/2/2009 9:20:05 AM
Makes one wonder, Debs. An apt and timely write. Love and peace,
Lovers (Poetry) - 9/2/2009 8:04:10 AM
Oh man, I love this poem!! Great stuff.
Where Pyramids are Geometries of Lies (Poetry) - 9/1/2009 2:26:42 PM
This is an amazing poem.
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 9/1/2009 9:18:13 AM
Interesting questions and write.
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 9/1/2009 6:12:22 AM
Quite powerful, and I sadly see the very same these days, as I wander all about.
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 8/31/2009 6:45:27 PM
this poem vividly encapsulates the ghosts and artifacts of an empty office space while exploring the conditions that probably resulted in its demise ... could effortlessly see and fell this poem ... nicely done, Debs ...
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 8/31/2009 2:48:07 PM
"What new con jobs are they getting trained for?" Great line here. Reminds me a lot of my building here in LA. All the fly-by-night mortgage companies gone. Left all furniture behind. Compelling questions here...and so true to the moment. Good poem!
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 8/31/2009 2:41:58 PM
A little harsh perhaps, or perhaps not, but well done, Debashish.
You take me back to office scenes I'm glad to be rid of. -gene.
Empty Office Space (Poetry) - 8/31/2009 12:31:50 PM
good munchy poem. well done
Water in Vinegar Blood (Poetry) - 8/31/2009 8:11:44 AM
Well written, a rather dim view of the future. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
Dimensionality Collapse (Poetry) - 8/30/2009 9:10:21 PM
Beautiful piece of writing vivid and robust in imagery and thought.
Dimensionality Collapse (Poetry) - 8/30/2009 9:08:56 PM
your poem captures the quintessence of Escher's surrealism ...
Dimensionality Collapse (Poetry) - 8/30/2009 6:52:06 PM
Most interesting, Debs; certainly gives me pause for reflection. Love and peace,
Dimensionality Collapse (Poetry) - 8/30/2009 12:47:24 PM
When I view Escher's work, it makes me think of maths and physics, theories and treatises. I love this "collapse" which makes me think pure art and genius, as fickle and yet as consistent as the inspirational winds that drive the cycle round. Could be a parable of Life, The Universe and Everything: Creation, Expansion, Demise and Rebirth. All life is here in singular monochrome and glorious technicolour, caught in perpetuity and yet forever changing and unexpected. As is his work, this is a veritable cornucopia, compact yet bursting to life. A puzzle within a puzzle. Good work, Debs. xx
Dimensionality Collapse (Poetry) - 8/30/2009 12:34:36 PM
Enjoyed this the first time when posted, which if I recall correctly was under a Calvin-Hobbish pseudonym, and enjoying it again. This time around I read it as a parable of chaos as an artist of both beauty and destruction. Certainly Escher's work collapses one's "normal" view of the world and then gives us a sculpted perspective at once unsettling and totally enthralling. Thank you for the revisit.
Cerebrating Escher (Challenge) (Poetry) - 8/29/2009 1:33:26 PM
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 8/29/2009 10:07:15 AM
I love your work. This gives the reader much to think about.
Harold M. Nash
Cerebrating Escher (Challenge) (Poetry) - 8/26/2009 11:04:57 PM
A brilliant poem! I like Escher, and have several prints of his downloaded, maybe I'll try one;-)
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 8/25/2009 8:17:24 PM
luv the concept of this poem ...
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 8/23/2009 9:11:49 PM
Very thought-provoking- and so good to read you again, my friend :)
Some Newspaper Headlines (Poetry) - 8/23/2009 4:01:00 PM
Well-expressed with points well-made, Debashish. Thank you. Love and peace,
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 8/22/2009 2:04:51 PM
And no ego :-) I suspect we are exploring similiar thoughts :-) Good write and wonderful that I found you again.
Thought Citizen (Poetry) - 8/22/2009 12:50:13 PM
VERY GOOD WRITE...WITH PHRASES AND IMAGERY THAT SUPPORT YOUR CONVICTIONS WELL. BLESSINGS. THANKS FOR SHARING.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Some Newspaper Headlines (Poetry) - 8/21/2009 7:51:40 AM
the fine print reads a headline of poetic endeavor ...
really enjoyed how you handled the topic ... concur with the final strophe ...
Some Newspaper Headlines (Poetry) - 8/19/2009 8:00:09 PM
Ah, I go for the pack of modifiers, a lighter, and the old stand by, coffee and forget the propaganda news...
Be always safe,
Some Newspaper Headlines (Poetry) - 8/19/2009 3:24:47 PM
Most newspapers deserve a lighter. Nice write.
Some Newspaper Headlines (Poetry) - 8/19/2009 1:47:12 PM
YOU CAPTURED THE STRESS OF TODAY'S HEADLINES WELL AND MOST OF US...THE CROWD...JUST PRESS ON AND DON'T DISCUSS IT...FOR SANITY'S SAKE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSIRATIONS
Some Newspaper Headlines (Poetry) - 8/19/2009 1:32:28 PM
fantastic capture of the melange that has become modern journalism, where broadsheets have been dubbed down, rubbed down to tabloid with column-inches that match in both voice and substance. Over here, newspaper readership is dwindling to an all-time low as the metro freebies take-over... ensuring one common world-view. I love both the quirkiness of your detail and the subtle inferences that compete for our souls. There's so much in these lines:
City elites cover page 3,
common man is taunted
like narrow orphaned streets
where the workers live.
Love it... and that last strophe: I should just roll the whole lot up and smoke it! :)))))))) Good to read you again... PS typo "tiddywinks" ?? Kate xx
Cartography (Poetry) - 7/11/2009 10:23:58 AM
Magnificent poem,take care
Cartography (Poetry) - 7/10/2009 8:47:07 PM
spacial representations of imagery echo the soul of earth as it merges with its natural state and the presence of our being ... vivid and progressively vibrant imagery, Debs ...
Cartography (Poetry) - 7/10/2009 12:43:52 AM
Hi Kate, I will keep your suggestion in mind for the next revision. I am happy that you liked the mood, and the ambiance. Regis and Bear, thanks for dropping by and leaving your wonderful comments, it means a lot!
Cartography (Poetry) - 7/9/2009 12:22:12 PM
Ach!! To have written this would have been DIVINE!!! Funny, but somehow I don't recall the original posting, though this has impacted me with a mighty wallop! I love the smudgy-ness of the imagery and yet the silken-ness of its flow - like sand filtering through the neck of an hourglass. And that ghosting of mirage as love and desire veil and unveil the senses and unhinge the mind. Such a FABULOUS and well-worked sustained metaphor, Debs.
I love this so much I want to interfere... Forgive me, but, for me, I might have used "grain by grain" for the words that issue out. You may have deliberately gone for starkness of contrast, but "grain" fits with winnowing and issue (seed, birth), and leads onto landscape (prior to the waves and thirst, that is!) and sets the stage nicely for the sand, snakes and desert storms later... Sorry - you know me... just can't resist! Purely my subjective reading, but of course.
This is such a beautiful poem of love, lust and longing. Adore it, thank you. xx
Cartography (Poetry) - 7/9/2009 10:24:43 AM
Powerful imagery, Debs; and it emphasizes the meaning behind your words. Nice to read you again. Love and peace,
Cartography (Poetry) - 7/9/2009 7:40:58 AM
Hi Debashish, What a treat to be reading you again! "drip by drip the words issue out"... just how it seems sometimes.... thank you for sharing ...
November Sunrise (Poetry) - 4/13/2009 11:05:09 AM
No argument here, D.
Haven't We (Poetry) - 12/28/2008 6:45:16 PM
I'd like to think we haven't written it all. Imagination is endless. Thank God! So that means what we can write about is endless. Thought provoking and powerful write.
Lovers (Poetry) - 12/28/2008 6:43:29 PM
lol. interesting. this sounds like a match made in heaven -- not. These two people aren't real or so it seems. Just an abstraction of reality. This is you at your best. Los respectos.
November Sunrise (Poetry) - 12/28/2008 6:41:36 PM
hmmm... this seems to speak of how everyone in the United States seems to think Obama is going to be the hope of tomorrow. Everyone -- or almost everyone - thinks he'll bring change. I guess this could speak of any politician. Politics cannot bring resolution to the world's ills. Only that can be achieved with a more spiritual answer.
Arithmetic Mistakes (Poetry) - 11/10/2008 1:03:15 PM
blimey, so many good lines and concepts in this, Debs. Such tight work. One of your best... particularly stopped in me tracks by:
without emblems or dates,
Reason is a derivate, traded
in stock markets,
art a pack of cigarettes,
where traffic grows
like some kind of bacterial culture,
Arithmetic Mistakes (Poetry) - 11/10/2008 5:15:55 AM
Very thoughtful write...enjoyed one I really had to read and read again to see your direction. Loved it!!!
Arithmetic Mistakes (Poetry) - 11/9/2008 10:30:40 PM
Interesting and a very good observation....
Be always safe,
Arithmetic Mistakes (Poetry) - 11/9/2008 5:31:43 PM
Debashish, I never was a wiz at 'rithmatic, but
i'm glad that i can read good. I've known a few
Eiffel Tower egos... -gene.
November Sunrise (Poetry) - 11/3/2008 9:49:39 PM
a change perhaps for the better ... well done, Debs ...
November Sunrise (Poetry) - 11/3/2008 2:29:43 PM
Debashish, can your hear the sound of TWO hands clapping? -gene.
Lovers (Poetry) - 11/3/2008 8:09:21 AM
:)) BRILLIANT! Tony and Cleo from StenchOfOldNile Street... xxx
Peeling a Rotten Orange (Poetry) - 11/1/2008 3:03:30 PM
I wonder if newspapers really show the world
Lovers (Poetry) - 11/1/2008 3:00:00 PM
Surprising and effective portraits.
Peeling a Rotten Orange (Poetry) - 10/31/2008 2:41:24 PM
A snapshot of today's humanity. I didn't flip a coin to read or not. Excellent work.
Peeling a Rotten Orange (Poetry) - 10/31/2008 11:28:33 AM
The world is in a chaotic mess, Debs. You state it well in this apt and timely write. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Peeling a Rotten Orange (Poetry) - 10/31/2008 8:39:29 AM
Palins purported sins pale compared to the political herds. You tell it like you see it; I like that; reads like snippets in a poetic newspaper.
Peeling a Rotten Orange (Poetry) - 10/30/2008 8:43:17 PM
you have encapsulated the seriously frivolous economic, social, political and global atmosphere with a nice variety of imagery and perspective ... nice one, Debs ...
Shape of Amnesia (Poetry) - 10/28/2008 8:02:00 AM
yes Americans especially are spoiled to the fact, but we're gettingna rude awakening now, I really don't think many will forget this fiasco
great poem Debs
Shape of Amnesia (Poetry) - 10/27/2008 7:12:50 PM
avoiding reality until it smacks 'em in the face ... only then do they remember, they are the self-flagellating experiences of their own memory ...
Shape of Amnesia (Poetry) - 10/27/2008 4:40:38 PM
A most timely, apt, and meaningful write, Debs. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Shape of Amnesia (Poetry) - 10/27/2008 1:32:15 PM
absolutely so. The more information we avidly consume the less cognisant we become; the more we seek our face in the mirror the less we recognise who we are. All is rapidly becoming a complete fiction, the reality of which we won't wake up to until we are living its nightmare. The form of this is like a line-less sonnet, especially with the turn at the second strophe... But then, this is just me beatifying the shape of forgetfulness, right?! :)) xx
Shape of Amnesia (Poetry) - 10/27/2008 1:24:43 PM
I don´t know if that is a human nature but people howl like a wind in the wilderness when something they could have prevented touches them. And in politics you see some politicians speaking this way today without remembering what they have said yesterday on the same subject. Wisdom drips from your beautiful write, brother
Erosion (Poetry) - 10/13/2008 8:33:22 PM
the illusion of reality deteriorates as reassemble our perspective to consider the potential variables of peaceful adventure ...
Erosion (Poetry) - 10/12/2008 12:24:49 PM
In confusion, sadly, there's no way out. Good write. -gene.
Erosion (Poetry) - 10/11/2008 5:09:32 PM
Little Boxes and Google Maps (Poetry) - 10/11/2008 2:12:45 PM
Very well written poem,take care
Where Pyramids are Geometries of Lies (Poetry) - 10/11/2008 2:10:47 PM
Every word and line in your poem fits how you express your feelings and thoughts.I enjoy reading your poems very much.Keep up the good work,take care
Erosion (Poetry) - 10/11/2008 2:08:53 PM
A very good poem,Take care
Where Pyramids are Geometries of Lies (Poetry) - 10/10/2008 6:04:05 PM
i really like the state of mind this poem left me in ...
Where Pyramids are Geometries of Lies (Poetry) - 10/10/2008 12:15:21 AM
Your work is still wonderful
A Unique Debate (Poetry) - 10/9/2008 9:04:52 PM
The contrasts are right on...
and hold out the promise of real change.
Where Pyramids are Geometries of Lies (Poetry) - 10/9/2008 8:59:27 PM
I admire your work, Debashish, line for line.
And wonder why I haven't been here before.
Little Boxes and Google Maps (Poetry) - 10/5/2008 1:02:18 PM
Right on target, Debs. "the poor walk like bruises" is such a powerful and poignant image that leaves a lasting impression. Also "The surprise diminishes like an echo", like a continuous news-reel, in fact. ???line 3???. Thanks for your fab encouragement on Rivermouth! xx
Little Boxes and Google Maps (Poetry) - 10/5/2008 6:33:25 AM
bruises are indeed difficult to heal when continuously injured ... good one, Debs ...
Little Boxes and Google Maps (Poetry) - 10/4/2008 2:07:00 PM
Always a pleasure to read pure poetry, thanks.
Little Boxes and Google Maps (Poetry) - 10/4/2008 12:56:00 PM
What a visulal, stunning write, pure depth throughout which speaks to the human spirit.
A Unique Debate (Poetry) - 10/4/2008 5:48:52 AM
Points very well made, Debs. Thank you. My sincerest best wishes for the results of the coming elections (both in Canada and in the U.S) to bring much needed change. Love and peace,
A Unique Debate (Poetry) - 10/3/2008 1:01:05 PM
Wow. That was fantastic. Comparing the two candidate side by side making you think which is best. I was undecided before, now I really am.
Carousel (Poetry) - 10/1/2008 2:18:28 PM
A well written and good poem.I enjoy reading it,take care
Carousel (Poetry) - 10/1/2008 8:28:09 AM
Globalization (Poetry) - 9/30/2008 5:21:26 PM
Stark and real; thank you, Debashish. Love and peace to you,
Did He Invent Greed? (Poetry) - 9/30/2008 5:20:23 PM
You do provide substance for reflection within your verses, Debashish. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Did He Invent Greed? (Poetry) - 9/30/2008 4:35:38 PM
Philosophical in thought and wisely stated....
Be always safe,
Globalization (Poetry) - 9/28/2008 7:51:26 PM
On a park bench is where we will all be soon if this greed train is not stopped...
Be always safe,
Globalization (Poetry) - 9/27/2008 1:36:21 PM
A good poem indeed,take care
Haven't We (Poetry) - 2/29/2008 4:58:45 PM
Words are like food we keep reading and eating the same things day after day and making comments about them. The rice is nice, this chip is hip, this poem is good.
Haven't We (Poetry) - 2/28/2008 12:01:23 PM
Have we? Perhaps there are still more unknowns yet to surface. Like your style....
Be always safe,
Haven't We (Poetry) - 2/27/2008 9:55:31 PM
I hope not cuz then we are out of business!
Debashish - your depth is captivating.
Haven't We (Poetry) - 2/27/2008 1:20:09 PM
yep, I would guess so, judging by the tabloid press takes you kinda cite here... but not all poetry, no siree.... Don Paterson says that "poetry is the art of saying something once"... and I reckon there is no end to the ability to do THAT ... ever. As you demonstrate here with this unique take... on yesterday's news! :)) K xx
Haven't We (Poetry) - 2/27/2008 5:59:13 AM
Hm---! Something to think about.
Carousel (Poetry) - 2/21/2008 5:21:51 PM
Interesting what one can see lying beneath when one really looks.....
Be always safe,
A Numerate (Poetry) - 2/20/2008 12:15:53 PM
Nothing more sobering than getting a true glimpse of who we are and how we fit into a disentegrating system. Nothing pedantic here in this write.
Light and Wisdom ...
Lovers (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 9:30:32 PM
So glad I stopped by. As usual you're humor brightens my day.
Thirty (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 6:12:59 PM
Numbers, simple source of complex inspiration.
Water in Vinegar Blood (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 6:11:01 PM
Excellent progression in this poem. Reason meets imagination and opens the reader's mind.
Lovers (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 1:54:28 PM
Lovers (Poetry) - 2/15/2008 1:44:06 PM
I have missed your writing, unique and well-written as always.
Lovers (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 1:48:54 PM
lol ah, very good!
Lovers (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 8:35:03 AM
I like this one, Debs; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours! :)
Water in Vinegar Blood (Poetry) - 2/11/2008 12:43:45 PM
Truly thought-provoking, Debs - the enjambement of such unlikely findings compounds the feel of fracture and total non-sensical state of being. I like that you anchor this surreal setting within the framework of "nonlinear times"... makes sense of it all, somehow! Time, life and perception will be in total meltdown. Great to see you about the place again! :)) Kate xx