Recent Reviews for Axilea M Uzumcuoglu
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Dimensions of Light (3) (Poetry) - 11/23/2009 4:52:16 AM
After reading this part, the first two poems feel like vital journeys to get here. This one feels like clear vision and a decided goal. Excellent work.
Sheila
Dimensions of Light (2) (Poetry) - 11/23/2009 4:49:14 AM
Mysterious and eerie, Axilea. Some great and unique images here. Nicely penned:)
Sheila
Dimensions of Light (Poetry) - 11/23/2009 4:44:34 AM
This reminds me of my stay in the hospital. My roommate was noisy. All I wanted to do was sleep. I tried mind over matter, but ended up having to use ear plugs. The ending of this poem feels like an awakening of sorts. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Glass Harmonica (Poetry) - 11/22/2009 2:02:20 AM
This poem, in my opinion, is an invitation,whereby "me the reader," becomes "me the viewer." Welcomed in, and allowed to sit and watch the power in the memoried exchange between the two people therein, simply, satisfying and sensing.
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/21/2009 10:21:25 PM
The beauty of yout thoughts, the anxiety and adoration and the painful history is masterful. Your words echo.
Blessings and love,
Susan
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/21/2009 4:48:27 PM
Provocative, instructive, and the poetry is exquisite...
I can’t refuse Utopia
although reality runs through my veins
and keeps me awake
-gene.
Dimensions of Light (3) (Poetry) - 11/20/2009 1:14:37 PM
Wow! Axilea, that poem, is full of depth, and it is as though you have risen above our earths third dimension.
That was a great poem!
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/20/2009 4:32:41 AM
POWERFUL!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 10:19:09 PM
This poem is fully-loaded! Amazing piece of writing.
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 6:28:25 PM
Memories can be a blessing or a curse but you have expressed this so beautifully from within. A most fantastic write...
Be always safe,
Karen
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 4:28:29 PM
Masterwork, Axilea!
the intimacies and distances, the inner dialogue and responses have an arcane yet tangible atmosphere. Yes!
John
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 12:38:34 PM
Axilea,
This is your finest hour my friend. Picture perfect poetry. Peace, Love, Blessings & Friendship Always, Paul.
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 9:06:41 AM
a powerfully imaged tour de force, exploring emotional events, culminating into a climate where maps of experience once traversed upon, outlive their purpose and be put to their well-deserved rest ...
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 6:14:07 AM
A beautiful expression of a beautiful story. Your poems always contain enough mystery to keep me guessing.
Ron
The Cathedral Where We Met (Poetry) - 11/19/2009 1:52:01 AM
THIS IS A MASTERPIECE! One of your all time bests and one you should definatly be submitting to publication. Very strong and emotive taking us into that huge dark echoing cavern to explore your inner thoughts.
fee
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/16/2009 1:54:30 PM
My mind runs with the Hermetic... Hermes, the messenger of the gods (so often the little ones, the annoying ones!) and of sleep. It makes me think of Dorothy in Oz, too, knowing her desired destination but aware of the wiles of the wicked witch of the east and knowing she has to resist the urge to lie down and sleep in the intoxicating fields en route. It could also be a metaphor for dangerous apathy, of the frog who has grown too accustomed to warm waters that keep rising in temperature. Mostly I think of the porous membranes of the mind which cease to be able to function or perform any sort of osmosis once a certain equilibrium or water-table has been reached or breached. So many thoughts, all of which are probably way off the mark. Thank you for the challenge of leaving us with such open-ended writing. It takes literary boldness not to force an interpretation or conclusion upon the reader. xx
Accepted (Poetry) - 11/13/2009 7:50:57 AM
I felt invited in by this poem. I felt witness to the recalled events of this poem, as shared by the Teller. Even now writing this, I "secretly smile."
Dimensions of Light (3) (Poetry) - 11/11/2009 8:03:03 PM
Axilea - Excellent addition to your Dimensions of Light series. Especially liked the analogy to Siddhartha and his enlightenment in:
rested underneath my tree
I wake up to redefine
my path on a parchment of living
skin scrubbed and scoured
for rewriting --
and the zenlike:
meaning that was somewhere lost
is to be found there
meaning that was hard to find
as it was never hidden.
Enjoyed. - David
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/8/2009 6:27:19 AM
Nice work Axilea...
as always your thoughts are beyond...
Art Sun...
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/6/2009 4:06:13 PM
Thanks for explaining. My addled mind was thinking of my addiction to the green screens of computer and tevision, both vying for my eyes and time.
Ron
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/5/2009 8:17:01 PM
John, Amaurosis is, indeed a form of blindness and as it is sometimes a side effect of diabetes, I've heard it from my father who is being treated for the condition. In Thomas More, the etymology of the word, as explained by Kalikiano, is used to express total darkness, a shadowy place in the luminous perfection of Utopia. Amaurot is indeed a city of Utopia. It is a clever concept indeed and that is why I used this reference to Thomas More. Its interpretation, of course, is up to the reader.
Thank you for your interest, and for sharing your thoughts; it feels great and inspiring.
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/5/2009 7:17:39 PM
Amaurot: (Greek, the shadowy or unknown place), the chief city in Utopia (no-place), a political novel by Sir Thomas More. Rabelais, in his Pantagruel, had previously introduced the word, and tells us that the Amaurots conquered the Dipsodes (or Duplicians).
Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894
Very erudite similie, Auxilea, and right now I NEED some erudite word-mongery of clever construct! I enjoyed this, as I do all manifestations of thoughtfully symbolic cognition by aesthetes of the XX persuasion (although I myself am generally unworthy of such displays of stimulating intelligence). Aloha mai e, Kaliki
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/5/2009 4:09:09 PM
Axilea,
As you know, amaurosis is a form of blindness caused by damage to the optic nerve, and in real life I have more than a touch of it; you've chosen to truncate the adjective, amaurotic, for your title and that is more than clever, it's very astute and apt in our current state of conceptualization and in your sharp and focused poetic vision...no sedation here.
John
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/5/2009 10:48:52 AM
I think you just sedated me. Marvelous work. Patrick
Amaurot (Poetry) - 11/5/2009 10:06:43 AM
Thought-inciting verses, Axilea; very well done. Love and best wishes,
Regis
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