Recent Reviews for Odin Roark
Perceptions (Book) - 12/4/2012 4:10:02 PM|
Big Congratulations on this, Odin Roark! ~~ Diana Legun
ECHOSIS (Book) - 12/4/2012 11:51:32 AM
Quite a rant - nice symbolism at the end, wild geese in Spring ... hopeful ...
ECHOSIS (Book) - 12/4/2012 7:55:42 AM
A fine accomplishment.
You've birthed something unique here, Kent, which, by all appearances, may translate well into a dramatic movie. All the best with your new tome.
ECHOSIS (Book) - 12/3/2012 4:03:26 PM
Heavy stuff. It interests me, but its length is a challenge to this engineering reader of short stories. I was already editing the excerpt. May check back later on this creative piece.
Prosetry at Work (Book) - 6/10/2012 9:04:54 AM
Congrats on your book. I don't have a poetry book and probably won't unless there's some demand, somewhere.
3 WAY MIRROR (Book) - 4/15/2012 3:17:22 PM
Glad I didn't read your excerpt here before I commented on your "Darkness Three," because some answers are in this excerpt. Now I want to know the whole story. Belonging to AuthorsDen might be a boost for Amazon and the creative someones who tread this website; I may need to boost my employment! ~~ Diana
Surreal Dummy (Short Story) - 7/4/2013 7:47:21 PM
Excellent snapshot. We live/write in a parallel universe.
Nightmare Tunnel - Merry-go-Round (Short Story) - 7/4/2013 7:43:44 PM
Dreaming someone else's nightmare, interesting concept.
Nomadic Heart (Short Story) - 7/4/2013 7:28:03 PM
This is poetry. This one pulls at me. Shakes out memories, ghosts, and winter nights on "rooftops".
6 Sec. Trailer (Short Story) - 7/4/2013 7:20:19 PM
It's known in educational circles as "dumbing down". Short and sweet.
Dream-Blisters (Short Story) - 7/4/2013 7:07:10 PM
Empty Airports (Short Story) - 6/24/2013 5:20:58 PM
Time - One of mankind's greatest inventions? Or the worst idea ever? I too like quiet airports but long for the "busy routine" of the passing train. Your prosetry has a similar feel to my poetic efforts. I think the world is ready for something different. I know I am. M.True
The Nap (Short Story) - 6/24/2013 5:06:40 PM
Too often trapped behind the glass, our fate the spectator's indifference. M.True
Dream-Blisters (Short Story) - 6/13/2013 4:32:41 AM
I don't recall reading Animal Farm or its message. Perhaps I should read it again (or for the first time). It seems we don't learn the lessons taught and must repeat them over and over again.
I must admit that I am fascinated by The Apprentice, although I consider Trump to be a bloated freak. Who would want to live in a gilded apartment? I'm glad that he went to a charity format because selecting apprentices to work for him was a brutal process.
In times of economic downturn, like in the Great Depression, the citizenry turn to get rich quick schemes and strange set of aversions (They Shoot Horses, Don't They?) and then to grab for the golden ring.
The Nap (Short Story) - 6/10/2013 10:17:27 AM
I envision the cloud over his head while dreaming, being able to see his past. He lived life to recognize the child and her sharing with him like minds that it's not over yet, in that brief smile.
I want to read the sequel
The Nap (Short Story) - 6/10/2013 5:45:52 AM
Time spent in bars have wasted many a life. But then, somehow love steps in and all is not waste until the nap begins.
Poignant, simply poignant.
The Nap (Short Story) - 6/9/2013 9:52:53 AM
The Nap (Short Story) - 6/9/2013 8:39:21 AM
ah so much here to think about in full realization.
When the Wheels Stop Turnin' (flash fiction) (Short Story) - 5/20/2013 8:08:59 AM
Good story, a lot like my grandparents. They used to argue about little things like that for hours and never got anywhere.
When the Wheels Stop Turnin' (flash fiction) (Short Story) - 5/20/2013 2:39:03 AM
Nomadic Heart (Short Story) - 3/29/2013 2:57:40 PM
Odin, this is gorgeous. I see a splash of visceral everything in your style here, fresh and effective. I go to my knees for this vignette. The very brevity is the juice of its essence and right there in the center of its scarce is the tail of that last sentence: "...her reflection is still there in his eyes." How you could condense so much in this brevity and have me needing nothing more.....is wizardly. I don't think this could have had the same effect in poetry-form. Even the title is stunning. ~~ Diana ** P.S. "...deserved wind in her hair," beautious!
Nomadic Heart (Short Story) - 3/29/2013 9:50:45 AM
In the end, after all those dogs, she found a real dog. ;-)
So true for so many that go to the city. Most return to that dismal little town, marry a guy they don't like, and lead boring lives.
Nomadic Heart (Short Story) - 3/29/2013 8:52:43 AM
Nomadic Heart (Short Story) - 3/29/2013 7:43:24 AM
Hauntingly beautiful and heart-breakingly real. My spirit really 'felt' for the unhappy Jane, lost in her loneliness ...and then for poor little Reggie - alone again - He now carries the wounded heart.
You have a way with words that really appeals to my nature and plays my emotional strings.
6 Sec. Trailer (Short Story) - 3/26/2013 5:54:39 AM
All the better for multitasking my dear. Why, they could watch it while driving and texting (or was that sexting?) before you could text a three letter expletive! I can't wait for the DVD of the dash–cam sometime next year. Russian cameras are already here.
6 Sec. Trailer (Short Story) - 3/26/2013 4:10:10 AM
yep just like it is
Surreal Dummy (Short Story) - 3/11/2013 5:53:49 AM
Not as surreal as one might think, but quite original. But I love the perspective and the contrast between the highbrow city (manikin) and lowbrow country (dummy). I haven't read anyone who wrote from the perspective of a window showcase before and it's quite refreshing.
I can't help thinking about old age when the dummy is left in some attic or barn loft for many years, only to be discovered by pickers in decrepit condition like some corpse dug up from the grave and deposited in someone's living room as a curiosity piece of artwork.
Surreal Dummy (Short Story) - 3/10/2013 3:05:01 PM
hey i spent a lot of my youth in Tishamingo, Oklahoma
Surreal Dummy (Short Story) - 3/10/2013 10:11:55 AM
I've been to New York perhaps 6 times. But I never really knew much about the city until I read your observations. You have shown me a lot of missing pieces, and in ways I would never have imagined. Keep writing. Retirement will take care of itself.
Surreal Dummy (Short Story) - 3/10/2013 10:02:38 AM
Poor old Manny Quinn, driven potty by flies, the only friends to be found in that God-forsaken window. Such a come-down from the glory days.
Glad you spared him a thought.
Reality Becoming... (Short Story) - 2/13/2013 1:50:37 AM
An interesting look at the great divide - what money can buy and what it cannot - what luxury is and what it can never be. The mentality that feeds each side of the coin betrays itself starkly here.
Simple Times (an observation) (Article) - 6/26/2013 7:03:25 AM
Youth is fast and furious running from experience to experience without time or money to contemplate what we are doing, learning, or becoming. It is only when we reach a plateau where we have enough money, leisure, and time to think about the past, that we start to think about, “the good old days.” Psychologists tell us that our memories are very selective. One of the reasons we have nightmares is that we are constantly sorting our memories and placing the best ones into long-term memory and often taking the worst ones and burying them so deeply in the subconscious that we only think of them when pressed.
I can look back on any part of my life and see the bad, probably because I didn't have any bad experience happen to me I needed to block out, but but saw bad happen to others in my environment and in the media of that era. However, most people seem to have forgotten the bad, or thrown it out, and remember only the good.
Life certainly has become more complex with each generation. The most disconcerting thing to me is how far we have become removed from our source of food and water. Any disruption in those supply chains will certainly lead to panic followed by anarchy. With the citizenry fully armed by NRA policy, anarchy will certainly lead to atrocity over basic food and water. I'm not so concerned about information, because the more information we have, including reality shows, blogs, and security surveillance, the better our lives become in spite of the sum of all of our fears.
Since we have looked back at Earth from another planetoid, our Moon, it is time we start thinking like benign space travelers, saving our planet and others, not wasting our time reminiscing about a childhood we never really had.
Simple Times (an observation) (Article) - 6/26/2013 4:31:10 AM
My 'good old days' had Roy Rogers and Gene Autry matinees for 7 cents and an earlier Wall Street menace. I liked the Once Upon a Time in America era because it seemed to better represent the Thirties and my mother's youth better than the cowpokes. But these new old days have been too fast, too scattered, too alien. Never liked John Wayne or Savalas, but Gunn had a good jazz theme ... see how I'm enjoying the memory lane you put me on? Thanks.
Simple Times (an observation) (Article) - 6/25/2013 11:03:50 PM
The maze has been built. The rats are running. Therese are the days of cryptic messages. I say, gardening is good. Grow your own food. If you have enough, sell it to the neighbors.
Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial) (Article) - 5/22/2013 8:59:43 AM
As another writer here so aptly points out, are very nature is tied up in a matrix that is our undoing. Unless we can break free from the matrix and then can act sanely, we are doomed to run off the cliff like lemmings or off the cliff in the train like Robert Heilbroner so eloquently described in “The Worldly Philosophers.”
In the meantime, “The Population Bomb,” is waiting to explode and doesn't care what we wear or look like.
Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial) (Article) - 5/21/2013 4:16:39 AM
I cannot decide whether to wear my bearskin or thatch to the event ... powerfully put, Odin. Perhaps you are the philosopher king, or its herald.
Ghost Town Ghosts (Article) - 8/19/2012 6:23:49 AM
We have no freedom. Few of us would last if the umbilical cord to big money corporations were cut. We get our mobility from the MiddleEast, manipulated by big oil and commodity brokers. We get our power from a corporate grid. We get our food from corporate farms and overfishing the seas. With our pistols, our generators, our tank of gas, and our emergency stock of food, we wouldn't last a month without these tits we suck on.
Who are we kidding? Only us. The old west is gone. We aren't a cowboy movie. We are codependent on big money and we don't know it.
Revealing write. I can see the tumbleweed already.
Ghost Town Ghosts (Article) - 8/18/2012 9:59:30 AM
Oh, I'm beginning to subscribe to the notion that we are most assuredly whores. without the benefit of being kissed, they just ram it up our ass. I'm glad I lived in an era where there was a facsimile of freedom, morals and firm handshakes that meant something
Note to Self (Article) - 7/17/2012 8:11:32 AM
Reading this is very appropriate to me today, Odin. I like and concur with this 'Note to Self'. I wonder, reading this, if you have always felt this truth of nature, even when you were young and just starting out in the 'human need' for enhancement. My son right now is solo backpacking along Kesugi ridge in Alaska; and I hope he can feel what you write in this article, as he is surrounded by the members of nature who know themselves and just 'are'. College degrees, titles, achievements, expectations weigh heavy on our youth as they look at the bleakness of their potential to grow healthy in the current global-society malaise. Would that being in nature (hiking is free) could bring them respite of what it has brought to you in this writing. Thank you ~~ DIana
Note to Self (Article) - 7/17/2012 8:01:20 AM
I appreciate the philosophical perspective that you have shared via your verses here, Odin. I love the comparisons. Love and peace to you,
Note to Self (Article) - 7/16/2012 4:16:25 AM
Because of her moods, we name the seas after ladies, and mountains after their discoverer. With one exception, the Grand Tetons, The greatest pair of natural tits ever.
Some mountains, like the Matterhorn are made of sea floor sediment.
Note to Self (Article) - 7/15/2012 3:40:41 PM
This human (some might question that claim) is very happy who he is. Admittedly, it took me quite a while to get to this point, but so what? I'm here.
Essay on Poetic Theory (Article) - 5/27/2012 4:26:08 PM
Interesting post Odin! sometimes the why's and how's aren't as amazing as how it reads. or how timeless something appears to be in any art medium.
Essay on Poetic Theory (Article) - 5/25/2012 3:07:22 PM
While I recognize some, not all, of the great American poets discussed. I have never studied poetry history and don't know who George Oppen was having never read anything by him before.
Therefore, without considerable study, I find his musings too dense for me; perhaps, totally un-understood. But classic to those in the know.
Loneliness Of Gray (Poetry) - 12/4/2013 10:49:55 AM
(Yes, I can almost make out the ghost in that fog bank.) Oh, to be able to see in the spectrum of infrared or have those exquisite x-ray visions. The constant quest is to tease those evasive colors out of our endless dreams. M.True
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/4/2013 10:21:47 AM
So many ways to rearrange the playing field.
Perhaps to isolate, to insulate,
To nurture without exposure to PG anything,
Tucking chicks beneath momma's impenetrable wings.
It is the cursed who feel no remorse,
Throwing their children to the hungry wolves.
And the obvious reason the wolves come round again. M.True
Loneliness Of Gray (Poetry) - 12/4/2013 8:44:30 AM
My first thoughts were that this would be pseudo-sensual, kind of like, "50 Shades Of Grey." And then I discovered that it must be something about everyone's artistic ability… I think.
I have in me a strong visual artistic urge that I can't dissipate even though my eye hand coordination is so far gone that drawing anything is extremely difficult and I can no longer sign my signature. I now create art through a painful process of using computer tricks to get the effect that I want without having to actually draw or paint anything.
But the mirror plays its part in reflecting our artistic selves, I think.
Loneliness Of Gray (Poetry) - 12/4/2013 5:05:54 AM
What can I say, Odin, except that you excel.
Loneliness Of Gray (Poetry) - 12/4/2013 4:07:51 AM
you have painted this with the words of an artist
Loneliness Of Gray (Poetry) - 12/4/2013 1:43:30 AM
The mirror, once considered 'bad magic', is proven to be a window to many things, some good and some not so good but it is always a catalyst for some level of change.
Love so many of your word choices here ...and I love that painting. Who is the artist?
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/3/2013 7:21:34 AM
Perfect for this (and any) season of death and rebirth - somehow it doesn't seem so bleak when you say it. Maybe it is the 'reprieve' and possibility that the children will stumble upon an evolutionary new path. Happy New Year! Jan
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/3/2013 7:00:12 AM
So poignant and true. Innocence is wonderful, but independence is bliss. I recall never believing in Santa Claus only as a comic book like character. I learned what hot and cold was by putting my hand in the fire and in the ice water. I left innocence before I was 10 and have always found history to be my teacher and my elders as my guide. Innocence has its place, but the sooner children leave that innocence behind, the better.
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/3/2013 3:21:04 AM
so much here is intertwined into your well penned write it should be read over and contemplated
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/3/2013 2:40:33 AM
You have pieced together the timelines of life and death and n'er the twain shall meet. Hardcore reality.
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/2/2013 11:58:41 PM
Love the whole ambience of this starkly expressed pocket of truth.
Like Edward's response too :o)
Not Yet (Poetry) - 12/2/2013 6:56:07 PM
And when the fog lifts
and they get a glimpse of what lies beyond the moment
will they be too old, too tired, too apathetic
to nudge the course of history?
We don't know that.
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/2/2013 4:46:07 AM
Or your favorite stick soon. A glance to joyful days.
Keegan pulling his red wagon with Chakana. Her last ride.
Lady Mary Ann
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/2/2013 3:22:05 AM
they are the best and closest of our dearest friends
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/1/2013 3:16:33 PM
Superb: Hmmm, I don't think our best friend can be replaced, each life is unique. One thing is for certain sure, if our pets aren't in heaven then it's going to be rather lonely.
Yet there is more depth and breadth here. Death is seen as a failure we keep people artificially alive. It is doubled edged. To be or not..., TY
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/1/2013 8:34:38 AM
Our pets can be some of our best friends because they are so loyal and give so much attention to us… So eloquently described by the eyelids in this poem. You also bring up a social conundrum. Why we euthanize our pets to to save them unnecessary suffering and torture our human loved ones with unnecessary treatments and life support until their pain makes them unconscious of us anyway.
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/1/2013 4:14:55 AM
One fortunate thing about dogs, they can be replaced. Unlike people who are gone from us till we join them in eternity. That fact never takes away from the feelings expressed in this piece Odin. That feeling can easily cross over for those people in our lives. A well done poem. Bob
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/1/2013 3:26:16 AM
I hope that last part is true for all of us.
Old Friend (Poetry) - 12/1/2013 12:12:33 AM
A part of me’s happy though
Happy you never had to play with this human trick
Life support sucks you know
It has to be better that way.
Old Friend (Poetry) - 11/30/2013 11:01:13 PM
It is odd how even painful memories can sometimes trick us into a melancholy smile. M.True
Old Friend (Poetry) - 11/30/2013 8:29:45 PM
Love separated by a promise also sucks.
Old Friend (Poetry) - 11/30/2013 2:21:23 PM
A moving and meaninful poem, Odin. Bittersweet. Well done. Love and peace to you,
Old Friend (Poetry) - 11/30/2013 10:44:04 AM
Ahhh . . . Perfect! Yes.
Keyless Lock (Poetry) - 11/29/2013 10:07:09 PM
Some are just plain insecure, while others are in a permanent state of lock-down... but every once in a while you get those who open up with a rare combination. You, Odin, are one of those, and this is the last review I'll ever post on Author's Den. So it has been nice knowing you, Odin. Maybe we'll meet face to face some day. Until then, I leave you with the immortal words of George Harrison: "Let Out Your Heart, please, from behind that locked door." ...oh, and a bit of Groucho Marxist humour, a door is not a door when its ajar!
Keyless Lock (Poetry) - 11/29/2013 7:08:55 AM
When I think of all the heartless things that men have done it's hard for me to believe that. However, when it comes to family, most men are heartfelt, at least during holidays for the football game comes on.
Keyless Lock (Poetry) - 11/29/2013 5:54:23 AM
Very well done.
I find this a task every waking moment- to reason my way out of emotional traps.
Truth is not something we discover- it is what teaches us we have not discovered anything.
Life as a flight with no carry on is working best for me.
Keyless Lock (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 6:15:50 PM
Damn Odin, thank you for telling the world that men do, indeed, have a heart.
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 4:08:11 PM
Definition of Black Friday -- Something to avoid like the plague; disaster; Senseless squabbling and extremely lack of common courtesy
Therefore, I have never gone shopping on B.F.
This is well-written, Odin. I like it for your finesse with words and phrases.
Happy Day after Thanksgiving!
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 3:13:41 PM
I refuse to participate. Wait for a calmer current, or the end of sales. Bob
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 10:50:56 AM
Let the games begin... consumers driven as if before the whip, like sharks drawn to blood. I wonder how the world would turn if all the malls were shuttered up?
This obsessive-compulsive shopping behavior a true testament to the teachings of Pavlov. We are chickens pecking at the red dot...
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 9:19:38 AM
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 9:11:46 AM
i agree i never go out to storess on that day
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 8:59:30 AM
Yeah never go shopping day after Thanksgiving. I'd probably go to jail for ripping out someones jugular veins for pushing me around stealing stuff out of my basket. People become monsters the day after. Maybe that's why its really called "Black Friday ".
Huh? (Poetry) - 11/28/2013 8:43:51 AM
I know I commented on this yesterday. I know I did.
Climber (Poetry) - 11/27/2013 3:11:10 PM
Although you have us seeing through the eyes of an extreme athlete I will never fathom the true desire to tease death in such a way, time and time again, and for the sake of what? I did some free climbing back in the day only to be able to see the world from the top. The "Fool on the Hill" comes to mind. M.True
Climber (Poetry) - 11/27/2013 1:00:40 PM
The photo defies description. However, the poem describes the climber very well. Onward and upward, for there is no turning back.
Climber (Poetry) - 11/27/2013 12:43:34 PM
Analytical, visceral. A tale told with dazzling insights.
Climber (Poetry) - 11/26/2013 9:57:18 PM
Climber (Poetry) - 11/26/2013 12:22:42 PM
you have captured the thought here perfectly
Climber (Poetry) - 11/26/2013 10:47:42 AM
Oh, you are so right about what the climber has in his heart and thoughts; to those of us who are not climbers will never be able to conceive. Don't know if you climb, Odin, but whether you do or not means nothing, for you climbed inside a climber's mind with this poem. Excellent!
Love's Aurora (Poetry) - 11/26/2013 3:16:53 AM
A wonderful comparison. And I've always loved viewing The Northern Lights.
Love's Aurora (Poetry) - 11/25/2013 2:04:29 PM
We love you too, Odin! M.True
Thanksgiving Love Prayer (Poetry) - 11/25/2013 2:02:03 PM
how are we shaping the minds of our children? the "holidays" would appear to be our litmus test. If circumstances could be re-run would the young favor more guns or the charity of strangers? will the reconnection of family ties and lasting friendships ever push past the store-bought gift wrap? where is tolerance when we need her the most? Have a happy t-day! M.True
Love's Aurora (Poetry) - 11/25/2013 10:25:57 AM
A good stab at defining love. I have noted that some lovers have a certain aura about them.
Love's Aurora (Poetry) - 11/25/2013 10:20:19 AM
What a truly original and contemplative definition of obsolescence! Still, it is suitable only for poets, not for those adventurers in search of stoking love's more intensely burning fires.
Thanksgiving Versus Thankstaking (Poetry) - 11/25/2013 9:50:33 AM
The most unworthy taker of all is the regal inheritor. He or she does nothing but choose his parents wisely. On the other hand to swim upstream against 200 million other sperm--and win--is quite a feat.
Love's Aurora (Poetry) - 11/25/2013 3:33:21 AM
i enjoyed this one very much
Thanksgiving Love Prayer (Poetry) - 11/24/2013 12:22:53 PM
whether you like it or not this country is based on Christian principles, closely following Jewish principals other than the belief of Jesus. The pilgrims feast was more likely akin to a "Harvest Festival" dating back to the middle ages. This holiday came into being in the 1800's , it's only message is give thanks as the pilgrims did for all that you have. I kind of like that message myself. The pilgrims became friends first with the Massasoit and his tribe, With 50 + year of peace between them. Both sides had reason to be leery of the other, fishing ships and trading ships prior at brought the plague. The pilgrims had taken an abandoned hill left from the plague. And at the time, many of local tribes themselves did not get along. The pilgrims are a piece of the beginning , biggest contribution being the Mayflower compact. Not Turkey. What is more interesting in our countries beginnings is King Phillips War , named after Massoits son Phillip , who traded with the English, his land, in return for weapons, gun powder ect. and money. His intent was to start a war. The war also had more to do with a ship called the seaflower than the Mayflower. Turns out the Indians and English are both human. With all it's flaws.......oh and the puritans are far from flawless.
Thanksgiving Love Prayer (Poetry) - 11/24/2013 11:32:44 AM
Yes, and Love says the least militant among you will lead through understanding and sympathy, compassion and an egalitarian creed based upon kindness and mercy and peace. These are the things we ought to give thanks for, as each person has his or her needs met in a manner consistent with a non-mercenary, non-partisan group of true leaders made up of those who follow the golden rule to do unto others as you would have done unto yourself. The trouble with our leaders today, is that they have selectively chosen only that which enriches themselves and those most closely aligned with their vested interests. Lobbyists and sycophants need not apply.
As usual, you've provided a trenchant social-consciousness-raising read, Odin.
These are the poems I will miss most.
Thanksgiving Love Prayer (Poetry) - 11/24/2013 11:10:29 AM
It is amazing. Why does white America continually beat our chests bloody with self loathing about something we had no control over. Thanksgiving has evolved as a way to gather family around and give thanks to whatever god they want to. As far as I am concerned I don't get off on Thanksgiving, but at the same time I hate to see it pursued with a vengeance every year by those who live with pseudo-guilt complexes. I say pseudo because there is nothing that can be done about what happened or didn't happen back then, except to learn from history.
Thanksgiving Versus Thankstaking (Poetry) - 11/24/2013 8:53:46 AM
You have struck on a long concern of mine. That is that there are givers and there are takers… And they seem to be rather equally divided. You are writing about the takers who somehow figure out a way to feed their greed and hoard it like some great accomplishment that everyone should admire. That is true, and I abhor that kind of behavior, especially when it is practiced by the members of our representative government.
On the other hand there are those who are simply lazy. You find them in every family and every workplace. They never give, or, if forced to, give very little. But they are very good at taking, and take all they can whenever they can. I have seen people with good incomes come to a Thanksgiving dinner and eat their fill like gluttons without ever paying or working for any of it, and then taking home as many leftovers as they can get their hands on so they don't have to cook or go to restaurants for the rest of the week.
In the meantime, those unemployed you are speaking of, are losing their houses, their cars, and are unable to feed themselves and their families… Even with unemployment and food stamps, dwindling as I write.
There is certainly something wrong with this picture. We are certainly not all created equal, but we should share what we have with some equality in mind.
Thanksgiving Versus Thankstaking (Poetry) - 11/24/2013 7:12:32 AM
very apt with just the right satire
Thanksgiving Versus Thankstaking (Poetry) - 11/24/2013 3:46:08 AM
Let's hope some "job creating" congressmen take a long look in the mirror. (Ain't that a joke?)
They'll be looking in the mirror all right - making sure their expensive, tailored suits look good for the cameras - while they babble on endlessly about nothing, and do nothing at all to make this nation a better place for its down and out citizens.
Thanksgiving Versus Thankstaking (Poetry) - 11/23/2013 3:09:07 PM
Keen satire and a trenchant wit at the end of that venomous pen you wield as a sharp two-edged sword, Odin. Let's hope the feast of the fittest doesn't end up in a famine for the famished this year. The Lord help those who get caught helping themselves, as they say!
Anonymity's Magic (Poetry) - 11/23/2013 10:47:29 AM
In the case of avant-garde art, it is often better to remain anonymous. However, NSA knows who you are, regardless.
Anonymity's Magic (Poetry) - 11/23/2013 6:15:45 AM
i so agree with this one
Anonymity's Magic (Poetry) - 11/23/2013 3:30:30 AM
Magic is Good.
Anonymity's Magic (Poetry) - 11/22/2013 9:51:16 PM
Exactly - whatever we might imagine ourselves to be, will certainly be overshadowed by that which would end up being the perception of our existence. Ultimately, it all gets poured into the same mix. It is the way of the world,the essence of all things creation. M.True
Anonymity's Magic (Poetry) - 11/22/2013 5:22:59 PM
A rose by any other name would still... forget how its scent wafts aromatically about the room... but fragrant as a nameless flower might be, God knows it still sounds better as a 'rose'. Nominal business may be sordid to some, yet to others who cherish a good name above the pitiful alternatives, there is nothing quite like being known by name.
Anonymity's Magic (Poetry) - 11/22/2013 9:54:32 AM
The fertile ground of the ones who explore is the canvas and wonder of their creations whether it is a grand masterpiece of music, a canvas of color and identity, or how many scoops of ice cream that kid can put on top of that cone.
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/22/2013 8:26:12 AM
They do say we can't see the forest for the trees. Your metaphor is quite correct. Perhaps, like the forest, we need to burn everything down every once in a while and start completely over to avoid all the clutter that collects in our lives.
I am trying to finish up my autobiography, started 21 years ago now. The editing never seems to end as I continually work on passages that have been struck by x-rays or at least, typos and well meant but misled MS Word replacements. This story will remain unedited and unfinished because if I publish it this year, my best years may still be ahead and unchronicled in the book.
One of your finest and most intriguing poems.
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/22/2013 4:57:22 AM
...as long as revisionism does not lead to self-satisfied self-deception, the "journey's path" remains clear and unadulterated... (if that were the "quiet echo" of more lives these days...
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 10:53:28 PM
writing about writing about writing is to living to be living as opposed to being alive or at least to have a general awareness of more than one of the many possibilities... at some point it may become a matter of accepting the outcome or regretting the effort. This, the incredible journey of self-actualization and great literature. M.True
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 7:20:32 PM
Any detective will tell you no two people have the same memory of exactly what happened. I say edit, reflect , ponder and purge it all.
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 4:27:59 PM
LOL it sure is better to read a good write than care about if the ambiguous grammar is right.
English and, American English have 100's of differing rules.
However, the feeling and the gift is more important than a comma causing a coma.
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 1:25:49 PM
constant obsessing of personal flaws. at least that is what I think it means.
The Endless Edit (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 11:20:14 AM
If the poet is diligent he will always hear that quiet echo and be able to smile understanding that he edited correctly. I understand that quiet echo phrase now, and I wouldn't have before October 2010. To me, being successfully edited is to be at peace when that tree falls in the forest.
Frayed Pillow (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 10:22:24 AM
We all have that those sleepless nights when we couldn't resolve a dilemma, only to find upon waking that the dilemma was real but a figment of our fear. Lately I haven't had that problem, finding sleep comes easily to my exhausted mind and body after a busy, busy day fighting the odds.
Frayed Pillow (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 9:54:54 AM
So soft the pillowed treasure chest, converting to unyielding skeletoned closet with the closing of some heavy eyes. Vivid dreams thus vaulted. Your poetic skills ever inventive. M.True
Rocker Memoir (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 9:37:28 AM
A well told tale. However, where once was walk-in space to Hollywood closet now the tiny shed behind the barn, where once there was a rolling lawn for bad-mitten and croquet, now the narrow walkway. We have scrunched ourselves together by the necessity of our sheer mass and no one is comfortable anywhere anymore. My great-grandmother's rocker barely fits into my apartment but I kept it just the same... M.True
Frayed Pillow (Poetry) - 11/21/2013 3:29:03 AM
with so much meaning and depth
Frayed Pillow (Poetry) - 11/20/2013 5:03:49 PM
Ahhh . . . A lot said in these semi-macabre dark clouds of words. I am forever grateful, Odin, that I have beaten my 'mares down. Oh, but I lived with them for many, many years. You chose your words carefully, as you always do, and gave vent to the dark side of us.
Can There be... (Poetry) - 11/20/2013 12:52:01 PM
I am still wondering how much he paid her to look so stupid with that vacuous look on her face while he said, "Slam bam, thank you, ma'am." Ellen was being her usual "polite" that has gotten her a long way, but you're right. This shit needs to be flushed.
Can There be... (Poetry) - 11/20/2013 5:09:58 AM
I'm going to spout a portmanteautally awesome neologism that I think fits,dude: they are a hedonarcissicstic couple bent on extending their 15 minutes of notoriety for all it's worth, and that aint much! I like your take, Odin.
Can There be... (Poetry) - 11/20/2013 3:31:36 AM
you have said it all
Can There be... (Poetry) - 11/19/2013 9:18:45 PM
I'm sorry that was just bad. The money is made on whose gum you chew. So go suck yo' ku ku katchu. I'm afraid the summary is lost on the reference. Say what? M.True
Can There be... (Poetry) - 11/19/2013 6:26:57 PM
Odin, that packaged video ditty didn't work for you? Oh c'mon, that motorcycle was fast and slow all at the same time , I think her hair was actually blowing in the opposite direction of the ride. I don't remember the song really. Well there are al kinds of songs. A beautiful song stays on your mind and keeps you happy.........not barf!
Can There be... (Poetry) - 11/19/2013 6:26:11 PM
Oh, they are eating up the limelight. I'm very sorry that America has allowed television, which I don't watch, tabloids and trash to be what our kids, and some adults strive to be. Puke time.
Rocker Memoir (Poetry) - 11/19/2013 6:15:03 AM
I wonder if Hollywood could capture such a scene on film.
It is a struggle from out of our past yet it remains true today.
Those who believe they can ride into power on a tidal wave of effluence and denial are destined to discover that same deadly stuff
flows to the gutters of hell.
Rocker Memoir (Poetry) - 11/19/2013 3:20:18 AM
much to consider here in this one
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/18/2013 3:49:16 AM
we should be thankful the year round i agree
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/17/2013 12:14:01 PM
The written word, art, music being one way to highlight the heaven on earth and scorn the hell . A shame to think being thankful once a year will cut it . Seize the day, seek the beauty in it all. Appreciate the thoughts in this.
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/17/2013 9:25:51 AM
Life is but a dream... Building visions is never as easy as it may seem. The eyes of the innocent always seeing the clearest. "A platform crowded with promise/ Giving back a passing ghostly blur" my favorite image... M.True
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/17/2013 9:04:35 AM
It's as if past, present, and future all came rushing by in a kaleidoscope of sound, and colors, and words...and then in the fading contrails of kicked up dust, there still remains that childlike expectation of something new and different yet to come. One helluva ride!
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/17/2013 7:17:26 AM
Powerful and rich in metaphor!
The myth makers need to explain why Santa only visits the rich kids.
Indeed, always the perpetual promise of - Jam tomorrow!
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/17/2013 4:36:57 AM
Just around the bend - something most of us believe in most of our lives.
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/16/2013 12:20:33 PM
This one had me mesmerized with its relentless push the words be obvious and of everything strived for and lost in the mist of old age when the child comes back to remember what it was like to have those first experiences under the guidance of a held hand.
You have a way of raising emotion with just words.
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/16/2013 11:43:55 AM
"stuck in relentless mud"
This partial line said it all to me. Someone said, if there was not a god we would have to make up one. Holidays. I maintain we have them to remind ourselves of who we are and each setting of a holiday serves to make us understand where we stand in the world. I have rather gone to dread them, and really don't celebrate them as I used to. As usual Odin, you put the fire under your words and leave the readers thinking they are the lucky ones to have found themselves in the company of greatness.
Just Around the Bend... (Poetry) - 11/16/2013 11:10:46 AM
Your poetry is filled with so much clarity and originality Odin, I
loved this poem and all the many facets of living and life it describes and the verses really make the reader see the clear picture. This is another great write. I enjoyed reading it today.
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/16/2013 9:21:10 AM
Your verses awaken the thought process... ...and emotions are born. Thank you, Odin. Love and peace to you,
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/15/2013 11:27:22 AM
Oden, I really enjoyed reading your poem Awakening today. Each verse
is so descriptive of what one's mind and soul must try to sustain in
order to come to grip with one's own feeling and self-worth.
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/15/2013 8:08:49 AM
Oh how I would love to wake up to an epiphany every day! As usual, brilliantly penned.
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/15/2013 5:00:19 AM
Ah, I finally quit, gave up, on my self-loathing, although it fraudulently sustained me for many years. The battle to become as one with yourself, and for the good of yourself, is sometimes never reached, mainly because many people do not believe they are thinking in a wrongheaded way. They follow blindly down their same ond highway of self disillusionment.
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/15/2013 3:20:19 AM
a dep insightful look
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/15/2013 2:56:48 AM
Great poem ... Edgy, un-nerving words, inspiring us to search beyond everyday concepts and ideas in order to fulfil potential.
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/14/2013 7:23:22 PM
If your afraid to look in the mirror, true mirror of self. Objectively as well as subjectively, then one will continually stay asleep, unaware. In order to make any Change within, one has to fully understand "Why " they react, respond, impulsively act to outside stimuli. If you can't understand yourself, you'll never be able to understand others. Looking in the mirror is never a pleasant act, but it is an act of importance if one wants to begin or continue down the path of awareness. It really matters not if anyone understands your awakening, all these journeys can only be traveled alone. Some may be hidden journeys that you just keep to yourself and all the hidden treasures you've found along the "Way ".
An Awakening (Poetry) - 11/14/2013 6:13:26 PM
We speculate about the nature of our own awareness, ever fearful of the other eyes wide-closed. Is the gentle prodding an action based upon a belief or is the belief contingent upon the action? In the doing so we shall be... M.True
Harmony Awaits (Poetry) - 11/14/2013 10:12:50 AM
Oh, but when we do harmonize, we make great music. Sometimes it seems like it takes too long to happen. But let a crisis come along and we may find the wherewithal to get our act together and join in the harmony that makes human beings unique.
Harmony Awaits (Poetry) - 11/14/2013 9:04:58 AM
Thinks it's one of mans inherent traits that sometimes we don't recognize, we are our own worst enemy, even though we know there is a harmonious path to follow, we still, somehow want to go through the muck and mire of despair, the struggle. Stay out of tune with not only one another, but oneself. One thing my son said to me, "Mom, I know it's the wrong decision, but you have to understand, even though I know it's wrong I have to learn myself." Why? I asked him, why go through it, when you already know the outcome. For some reason he had the need to learn the lessons again and again.
Yes you have the ones who refuse to comply, refuse to follow the herd, who break free and make their own way. There are just so many things to be taken from this.
Love this one. Eye opener.
Harmony Awaits (Poetry) - 11/14/2013 4:39:32 AM
to achieve this is great
The Little Girl That Could (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 11:17:28 PM
Excellent...this is pure beauty in writing
Harmony Awaits (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 8:46:04 PM
That harmonic balance is a thousand angels dancing on the head of a pin. Unfortunately, looking for that needle in a haystack becomes the more tedious part of the quest. Your pen, on the other hand, is truly an instrument of enlightenment... M.True
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 8:27:34 PM
An image from "Soilent Green" perhaps, where planning brings the inevitability of a forgone conclusion? I say Time is our greatest enemy, by the very fact that we believe in it, we are doomed by it. M.True
Harmony Awaits (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 6:24:42 PM
"A new open-eyed acceptance of / The many roads unpaved"
Sometimes it is more fruitful to travel down the dirt roads of live with its hoking dust, its loblolly when the rains come, and the lost of the traveler for which there is no marker marking miles and not signs proclaiming the next crises within the life you are enduring. Yes! "No one knows us better than ourselves." Still, sometimes we like to hide behind the banner of self idolatry.
Harmony Awaits (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 6:15:04 PM
I appreciate the thought-provoking wisdom that you share from your philosophical outlook, Odin. Love and peace to you,
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 5:17:38 PM
I believe the Creator has given us that intelligence to develop and learn and create within our limited scope but, unfortunately, that very freedom of choice he gave us allows us to create a better mousetrap and eventually a device of our own destruction. Excellent work.
Cobblestone Echoes (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 11:20:59 AM
Loud and clear but still unheard and unseen. The majority love their superficial, materialistic lives. When they speak, it's not worth listening too, meaningless noise. No matter how loud you say it, they will never hear the message. Echoes of the past don't matter to them.
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 9:24:00 AM
Knowledge must start from some foundation, something must be recognized as known; otherwise we shall be obliged always to de-fine one unknown by means of another. Tertium Organum, by P.D. Ouspensky,
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 8:04:09 AM
Progress is our most important product… At least that's what General Electric (Ronald Reagan, remember him?) proclaimed until they discovered that this progress could lead to dire consequences like what to do with atomic waste after we make glorious electricity with radioactive fuel.
History teaches us a lot. I don't see our minds (or our hearts as most people think of their souls, their inner self) or our intellect has changed much since the ancient Greeks--although they did have some very strange scientific ideas like Aristotle's. However, our technological progress is so great that kids can now play war-games much more violent and self satisfying than 19-year-olds flying propeller fighter planes over Germany during World War II.
I believe your poem is about our intellect and compassion being unable to handle the kind of world we have created to live in. We are still operating with a Stone Age sensibility in a very dangerous world of our own creation.
As usual, very insightful writing.
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings (Poetry) - 11/13/2013 6:22:29 AM
you have penned well this quandry. man is but man, he has as yet not evolved to the state to be other
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings (Poetry) - 11/12/2013 5:43:48 PM
And yet . . . homo sapiens since inception has striven on and on to make life better, easier and during that struggle has come to where we are today. We can talk about television making us mind-numbed robots and I will not argue that point. (I do not have cable or disc, nothing except the computer) Even before we began our trek toward our ultimate destination, we killed. The Bible says so, and even though I am not a believer I know tat something like that had to have happen. What is the endgame? I don't know. Does anyone? I snigger at the global warming idiots. The global warming idiots snigger right back at my stupidity. Will mankind ever have . . . drum roll please . . . Peace and Light? Fuck no. We will just meander along until we destroy humanity finally and forever, amen. And when the last human dies a cockroach will walk across his inert and lifeless body, because nothing, absolutely nothing can exterminate those vile creatures.
Cobblestone Echoes (Poetry) - 11/12/2013 11:53:36 AM
A curious jog through time and space. What once was assumed as safe passage now the road to perdition? Would suggest the road less traveled by... M.True
Cobblestone Echoes (Poetry) - 11/12/2013 8:27:52 AM
I remember the brick streets of Morgantown, West Virginia. The brick streets of my hometown, Marshfield Wisconsin, had long been torn up along with the trolley tracks down the middle of the street in favor of concrete and blacktop.
But the stone streets you speak of go much further back to the laying of stones by primitive people across muddy stretches so that they could walk without stepping in water or mud. Still there are echoes of horses hooves on cobblestone streets.
As for fakery, we now want granite countertops for what? So that we can return to the Stone Age? No siree for me, I'll stick with my 30-year-old Formica countertops that show no signs of wear and are still easy to clean.
Cobblestone Echoes (Poetry) - 11/12/2013 4:39:11 AM
How few, indeed. A most powerful piece.
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/11/2013 3:59:17 PM
Stark reality. This is so appropriate for a friend of mine who fought in the Falklands, when he'd just left the refectory on the HMS Coventry; a sea dart went through it and took his pals. He is not the same bloke. Heck, I lost pals in NI who were burned to death like wax candles. You write so well with depth and breadth. Yet men will have to keep fighting a financial war until we all say - no more.
Indeed, zip the bag, send him home in a pine overcoat with a medal to his wife. And a note, one husband, one medal and a letter to say how valiant he fought. TY well said.
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/11/2013 3:01:51 AM
Vets Know, but so very sadly those who have not served (like most of our citizens and elected officials today) haven't got a clue.
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 6:32:59 PM
The year was 1965. An alert sounded, we grabbed our duffel bags-always ready-headed to the base, assembled, boarded a C-130, taxied to the end of the runway. Just like we had done dozens of times. Only this time we took off. About 36 hours later, we landed in the thick of the Vietnam war. The rest is pretty much the way you told the story. Thanks for writing what I could not.
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 10:35:46 AM
"For that my friend, I do believe, we are on the eve, of destruction…" PF Sloan.
Thanks for opening the blinders of patriotism for the reality of going to war.
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 10:29:34 AM
In this day and age many have seen and heard - feeling the aftermath, the joy the sorrow upon their return but never know the real face of battle. N.True
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 8:47:17 AM
Wow! Truths not to be ignored or shunned away because someone does not understand. For those who don't, it angers me. It makes my blood boil, for what they go through and for what? Breaks my heart reading it. The reality is so well defined for each stage. And again makes me angry and reminds me again of the song "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath. The survivors, the families left behind deserve so much more than what they get today.
This one, the true reality of their sacrifice needs to be noted everywhere. Not the sugar coated versions. This is real. This is what has been, is now and will again be in the future. Makes the jugulars of the politicians seem even more tasteful than before.... like the jaguar, leopard, lioness, cheetah, they all go for the neck...
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 7:15:43 AM
I am completely stunned.
Vets Know (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 7:02:23 AM
Trainwreck Autopsy (Poetry) - 11/10/2013 3:31:48 AM
A few moments of honesty’s razor-sharp exposure
Relives one fucked up choice after another
And The Mayor still doesn't get it - as so many self-centered politicians today don't.
Trainwreck Autopsy (Poetry) - 11/9/2013 4:40:32 PM
Remember the D.C. mayor, Marion Barry? Caligula? Absolute power... as they say. M.True
Trainwreck Autopsy (Poetry) - 11/9/2013 1:01:08 PM
Once again, almost too cerebral for my feeble brain to comprehend. But your explanation the beginning and the Toronto mayor? Public apology come to mind. I cannot comprehend what goes on in the minds of these people, only that I know that most politicians have an ax to grind, have something in their childhood that drives them to seek attention, are generally not very smart, but resourceful in getting others to do what they want or do. I think the problem comes with compromise. When in Rome, do as Romans do and they will vote for you. When you are in good company, throw away your morals and your moral preaching for the moment and the votes you'll get from your compadres in the moment.
Trainwreck Autopsy (Poetry) - 11/9/2013 12:00:51 PM
What gets me about these kind of things is that even though they have disgraced themselves, disgraced the position they hold they never want to do the right thing and resign. Well, some do, the conservatives will resign, but not the liberals. Nope, never. Recent history on that, the penis showing videos of the man in New York.
Trainwreck Autopsy (Poetry) - 11/9/2013 9:41:52 AM
Watched the video. Must say I've never seen a white man that age talking like a thug. I Call it gettin ghetto. Love the way you described the raw truth, open autopsy for all to see, which in turn has led him with no other choice but to look at himself over and over again. And that mental torment will no doubt be the excuse for another puff another drink just one more fix to escape his own mind.
Trainwreck Autopsy (Poetry) - 11/9/2013 7:43:38 AM
Very insightful, philosophical diagnosis
tempered by the pleasure of reading it
in superb poetic discourse.
Frigid Fire (Poetry) - 11/8/2013 5:54:45 PM
no one is that far from poverty, A small string of events could get us all there, emotionally or otherwise. the balance in all things.
Frigid Fire (Poetry) - 11/8/2013 9:04:22 AM
Yes, poverty is felt most when winter comes, even though the new snow tends to soften the hard landscape and give a false sense of warmth to the harsh edges of poverty in the city.
There's no need to leave dishes unwashed, though.
Frigid Fire (Poetry) - 11/8/2013 5:30:35 AM
Frozen peace is a bold concept in this era of 'global warming' ... odd how words can be juxtaposed to create conflicting images ... and you do it as well as anyone.
Frigid Fire (Poetry) - 11/8/2013 3:12:27 AM
so much of this and so deeply written
Frigid Fire (Poetry) - 11/7/2013 8:33:56 PM
Sterno for the silver spoon... I have felt that sleepy cold before proceeded by the unpaid bills and a general domestic unraveling. It is a seasonal dance for far too many and once too many have crossed that line well, let's just say, the real revolution will not be seen on TV. Fire and ice - quite the image!
Frigid Fire (Poetry) - 11/7/2013 6:08:17 PM
After the current mayor of New York one would think that ANYONE would be better. I'm not so sure.
Bill (Poetry) - 11/6/2013 3:58:52 PM
I had to look him up. Anyone who can write music and play piano, any musical instrument is talent. Not particularly my taste of music to just listen too except for background music in a very nice restaurant. My husband loves that type of music, jazz. Wonderful poem of remembrance.
Bill (Poetry) - 11/6/2013 10:02:02 AM
A hand to reach out and softly caress the ivories, channeling the master's fingertips, you and your poetic introductions filling up the glass half full. M.True
Bill (Poetry) - 11/6/2013 8:21:04 AM
I never knew the man, perhaps because I have always been just a "pop music" listener on the car radio rather rather than a music connoisseur But, thanks to the Internet, I will sample a little taste of his music. His play of fingertips on the ivories.
Bill (Poetry) - 11/6/2013 4:51:38 AM
Yes indeed, he was the "man," alright.
Bill (Poetry) - 11/6/2013 3:09:34 AM
as do we all i think
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/5/2013 8:25:01 AM
How wonderful your thoughts on this matter-Thanks for this
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/5/2013 8:23:30 AM
Once again wise words. We cannot change the past and the present is all we have. So why not make the best of it?
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/5/2013 3:31:12 AM
a well written piece Odin
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/4/2013 7:09:47 PM
Perhaps you did not intend to support sensory deprivation tanks as a way to test “staying in the moment” without sensory inputs that some physicist assert give you the illusion of time. But then, how else might someone put your observations to the test? These tanks are available in Texas, for example. Many examples of stress relief have been reported by investigators. Frankly, the idea of being shut off from the world, in total darkness, without sounds or smells, while floating on my back in a brine solution scares the hell out of me. But then, I become claustrophobic in an MRI tunnel.
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/4/2013 5:47:49 PM
how easily said, to take a moment and truly realize what wonder is ever present and what is important. It seems the older we get the more weight are decisions carry . It would be nice to be in the moment.
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/4/2013 5:11:15 PM
Awesome. You really nailed it. Very well penned indeed. "Respecting the virtue of namelessnes" makes me think of the "Tao ". Love it.
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/4/2013 12:33:20 PM
After my son died and I had a complete Chernobyl meltdown, I did learn the true art of one day at a time one moment at a time continue and keep mindset only in present. But it takes effort. More than I ever realized. But once you keep at it and learn to allow your mind to wander the land of nothingness, there you find exactly what your saying. But many times still find my mind stuck in the past. Yes how stubborn our mentality can be. There is truly more peace and awareness in the present as you've sculpted in words. Thanks I needed that. A reminder, especially during this time. Wow such perfect timing for me. You have no idea.
Being Present (Poetry) - 11/4/2013 10:14:56 AM
Eh . . . I hear you loud and clear, Odin. For the most part we humans are more inclined to look to the future -- a future we might not even have -- instead of focusing on NOW! Of course if you are fortunate enough to live as long as I and billions of other have, we are mostly then inclined to look back into our past because the NOW is terrifying and the future black.
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/4/2013 3:28:59 AM
Just as a flower needs but sunshine and moisture
So too the Van Goghs of everyday living
Patiently await man’s simple willingness
To emote with the light of a smile
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/3/2013 10:16:33 AM
A very interesting take on how creativity survives even an environment that is highly restricted by the powers that be. Innovation and creativity cannot be held back, but will be pursued regardless of prohibitions.
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/2/2013 2:55:58 PM
...and as nibbles go, this nibble at the ear of artistry for the sake of the artisans everywhere is but a tease to tantalize those urbane enough to admit that esoteric impressions won't win the day in an artless age where the meaning of a poem eludes all but the most ardent admirers who pass off their misinterpretations as the genuine article and immediately attach it to some spectacularly laudatory noun fit to be hung for all to see in their humble pie house of ill repute... where all mixed metaphors would be proud to die!
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/2/2013 12:44:21 PM
Inspiration succumbs to notoriety’s demands/Obliging a servitude to fame... sharp as the cut of a diamond - I have known the hopeful, creating in their lifelong efforts, just to be seen or heard. True creativity, as you so aptly point out, is as quiet as nature itself. M.True
Continuum (Poetry) - 11/2/2013 12:34:32 PM
Indeed, my inner child often skips ahead... Life is the experience! M. True
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/2/2013 10:23:42 AM
Your words flowed smoothly and delicately, Odin, as you summarized and gave voice to these "Spartan Riches." I suppose eventually we will push further into these Spartan Riches and the planet will begin to push back in form of hunger worldwide because the wheat fields, et al, will have been so decimated there is nothing more for them to give. I can visualize days when civilization regurgitates itself back to bloody bands scouring the land for survival by any means. It is not a pretty picture.
Spartan Riches (Poetry) - 11/2/2013 10:17:06 AM
Behold a panoply of insights into the human condition
told from the perspective of a gifted philosopher
with the skill of high poetry
yet understandable by all who search and wonder.
Continuum (Poetry) - 11/2/2013 7:53:22 AM
I really like the positive message this sends. Just the other day I realized that, by upgrading the operating system, adding RAM, and upgrading some software at some expense, I am now able to directly dictate into this box with great accuracy and speed. It took me a week to solve all the problems, but I laughed when I finally got them corrected!
Actually, I will know when it's over. I will hear the fat lady sing! ;-)
Continuum (Poetry) - 11/1/2013 6:47:32 PM
....a long distance , ever challenging journey.
To Have Been... (Poetry) - 11/1/2013 6:45:46 PM
One way to celebrate and treasure the everlasting beauty I life and to connect through that.
Continuum (Poetry) - 11/1/2013 9:49:19 AM
Yep. The journey of life is a plethora of way stations, pitfalls, mountains to climb, and valleys to descend. If we are lucky we are never bored.
Continuum (Poetry) - 11/1/2013 8:06:14 AM
so very true
To Have Been... (Poetry) - 11/1/2013 7:44:46 AM
I like this way of "becoming" what could have been. It shows the class of being close to the great arts, or otherwise it would have had a Nashville or Las Vegas look to it rather than one of high art in NYC.
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/31/2013 2:38:23 PM
Makes me think of the connection i have with my daughters, we are unique unto ourselves,even though there are traits that are most definitely inherent, and we do dream, sense and resonate with each other. And they call wanting me to help interpret their dreams. Especially the scary ones. Then we have to go over the subconscious, etc., again and again.
To Have Been... (Poetry) - 10/31/2013 2:28:50 PM
Love nature. Reminds me when I'm fly fishing, I find a spot to kneel in the water, I begin to forget about fishing and look around at the rocks beneath me, well also to look for what the fishing are feeding on. But I begin to wonder how long they have been there. How many natives crossed the waters, fished, drank and died. To have been the river goes through my mind every single time I go fly fishing. Each river I step into. And I'm a ZERO limit person, catch and release only.
To Have Been... (Poetry) - 10/31/2013 12:50:53 PM
Let me be a high flying eagle with wings to tickle the wind... Let me be a tree in the forest, surrounded by all my true friends... Let me be the tallest of mountains with eyes to take it all in... Let me be the love you've been missing with Summer about to begin... from my song- "the Dream" - In visions we can soar - each to have his/her share of gifts, hopefully inspiring desire more so than regret. M.True
To Have Been... (Poetry) - 10/31/2013 8:13:24 AM
. . . left behind to become a distant, almost touchable, but achingly untouchable memory . . .we forge ahead in this new world somehow attuned to events, faces, and spoken words timorously just . . . out . . . of . . . reach . . .
To Have Been... (Poetry) - 10/31/2013 8:05:01 AM
to have been what we are is best
The Little Girl That Could (Poetry) - 10/31/2013 2:34:35 AM
i really enjoyed this well done write
The Little Girl That Could (Poetry) - 10/30/2013 4:52:43 PM
Beware the sweet smiling cook with meat cleaver in hand - a spooky one indeed... M.True
The Little Girl That Could (Poetry) - 10/30/2013 9:59:01 AM
Preparing for devilry Halloween 2013 . . .
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/30/2013 7:18:46 AM
Methinks we write too much into dreams. But psychologists have had a field day delving into the subject, and literary people like yourself find that dreams are a source of great inspiration.
In this case I'm not sure if you and the child are having dreams together or you are dreaming of your childhood… Such as the mystery of your writing to me. Still, I find reading you extremely interesting in spite of not understanding most of what you have written.
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/30/2013 6:11:26 AM
Once again your words reflect a deep insight into the human condition, not merely by wonderfully crafted words, but by an assimilation of life shared with care, skill, and understanding.
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/30/2013 5:44:50 AM
Eh . . . We have that oneness, true enough, but we also share something else in my opinion, and that is our quirks that is ours and ours alone.
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/30/2013 3:32:42 AM
How true that each of us is a unique cosmic enigma that must be true to itself.
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/29/2013 8:56:58 PM
A thought provoking piece of connectivity. So true, the desire to be oneself forsaking all else only to admit in hindsight that we are all one and the same, just one more source of energy in an evolutionary and spiritual matrix. I really like how you have teased it into a dream. M.True
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/29/2013 6:50:12 PM
...to sleep perchance to dream of unity amid diversity wherein the gestalt in which the whole is greater than the sum of its parts belies an even greater truth: all in all it's just another mall... caveat emptor, my friend, caveat emptor! (this week's theme: slumber party!)
Dreams Distant (Poetry) - 10/29/2013 6:40:27 PM
Some dreams are sweet indeed . Visions shared.
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/28/2013 4:59:18 PM
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/28/2013 4:56:50 PM
so pretty, but not plain, when you love what you do are the muses kind to you? when it all collides and merges pressed into the rarest of gems, simple, so it seems. Love this.
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/28/2013 11:18:27 AM
Shear magic. A superfine whisp of words that leave the reader wondering. Bravo, poet!
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/28/2013 5:29:59 AM
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/28/2013 3:20:41 AM
Pen and paper gave birth
To offspring of word and symbol
Always marvelous when that happens.
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 5:24:59 PM
Read this several times, like sipping wine, succumbing to the elixir. Shades of synchronicity. M.True
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 5:18:22 PM
It is a wonder that anyone of this world has gentile dreams, let alone healing dreams. Whether real or borrowed from holocaustic entertainment, our world has become increasingly darker. The real damage is done when we fear sleep as much as we fear the world around us. Even as you whisper of tranquility, you hint of the violence forever in the background. M.True
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 4:39:39 PM
...at the still point of the fury, just when the silken seed found its egg, there was an ethos born of the union between imagination and creative knowledge, an eros born of the interplay between intellect and emotion, an ardent logos brought forth from the fateful loins of two houses whose dowries bulge with the buttressed style of the ardent sins of a love whose lovelorn illustrious romantic rustlings "Became transcendence together"... as the couple in Alexandrine quatrains innately immersed to coalesce with "the offspring of word and symbol" like a prayer... like an answered prayer...
"Vanquishing Fear" is lustrous and luminous. Its sonorous, sweeping saga shares sizzling sumptuous imagery with an austere philosophy augmented by the nuance of a narrative that begs impressario-like to be heard as an archetypal motif rather than seen as some merely bawdy ballad-song. There is a flesh-on-bones solidity that moves beyond its ideological aura to create a chary chalked-out mystery, readily upheld, but not so readily solved. The clues are all there, but methinks there are still skeletons lurking in the closet of "Poetry's family tree of shared resonances". Baa baa black sheep have you pulled the wool over our "ayes"... at least the ones that 'have it!'
Vanquishing Fear (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 3:14:20 PM
The wit and charm of the poet eventually won over the guilt-ridden maiden with lines filled with charm and possibly danger women seem to gravitate towards a man who gives off such an aura. The fear she probably didn't even know she had gave way at the touch and words of the lustful poet.
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 11:26:53 AM
I like the soft message that is more realistic than the daily news. For most folks, life is happy.
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 7:33:09 AM
Healing takes place in dreams. Of course it is okay to be happy, at peace ... just as it is important to deal with tragedy in them. Thanks for reminding us in your dark bright way.
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/27/2013 4:11:15 AM
The nature of dreams is usually disjointed and unconnected images that reflect some little aspect of our lives. The only ones that most of us would remember are the technicolor panoply of bizaare images that go into our most vivid dreams. At least those are the only ones that I seem to commit to memory. Some really impressive ones have found their way into some of my poetry. Whether these dreams really mean something, I would hesitate to affirm in any situation. Suffice it to say that vivid dreams are bizaare and impressive and of some use to us if we write. It seems to me that some vivid dreams have found their way into this highly readable and impressive poem Odin. I very much enjoyed and was inspired by the rhythm and quality of your words. Bob
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/26/2013 9:16:30 PM
I have not understood dreams while sleeping . Hardly I see and if at all I see by chnace ,I dont remember in the next hour and it has no relevance to my life in any way. Ha, If you are talking of daydreaming, well that is a happy phase, I am at peace because I daydream, that is the inspiration which leads me ahead .The essence of my happiness is because of my dreams....I understand it should be so for many others too
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/26/2013 3:06:22 PM
Many dream wizards say our brains are like computers.
When we sleep our subconscious geeks are busy downloading
all of our unwanted files and putting them into the trash and
recycle bins. With any luck we hit the "delete" key and not
the "recycle" key.
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/26/2013 3:02:29 PM
Odin, this spreads open the whole page, illustrations and all, beginning with the duplicity in the word 'hoe,'the hoe of worry,going into 'headlines of mind-waste,' (this is ripe in itself, with truth...the growing vines of escape), and what a beautiful finish...permission to listen, hear and accept peace and silence. This writing gives value to sleep and to 'evasive prophylactic thought waves.' Thank you
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/26/2013 12:36:53 PM
Dreams, of course are extensions of the one dreaming them. Where dreams make no sense to us it is possible for it to make perfect sense if only we could have finished it instead of awakening. Especially the nightmarish kind. Then too, there is the concept that if we hadn't awakened we would know the full horror that the dream could unleash. On the other hand if we are dreaming peaceful thoughts and finished it without waking up we might be given the key to the universe to do good and end wars and famine, etc.
It's Okay (Poetry) - 10/26/2013 12:06:45 PM
love everything you write but think this one is my favorite, keep blessing us with you words.
Bankrupt Inner Lives (Poetry) - 10/26/2013 4:56:37 AM
Innerlife wasteland very good expressions, I like it for serious readung
White Is Black (Poetry) - 10/25/2013 2:35:32 AM
Far too many homeless creatures out there today - both human and pet - and I sadly find more and more of them attempting to survive somehow out there while being completely ignored by the majority.
White Is Black (Poetry) - 10/24/2013 11:30:25 AM
You strip away the glistening of the season, only to reveal the gritty slush of the disenfranchised. Most choose to look away or at best pay homage by dropping a handful of change into the bell ringer's bucket. For any real intervention, this must be a time of unbiased understanding as much as a time for charity. M.True
White Is Black (Poetry) - 10/24/2013 9:14:40 AM
Starkly imaged, colorfully worded, emotionally absorbing...
your poetic invention, Kent, touches on a piteous pandemic of world-wide wretchedness that is only worsening as time plows onward.
White Is Black (Poetry) - 10/24/2013 6:52:28 AM
The first verse was a killer, Odin. The rest of it lived up to it all the way through. Yep. Those caught without shelter is tough. I well recall those days and nights.
White Is Black (Poetry) - 10/24/2013 2:17:06 AM
how easily the situations could be reversed
White Is Black (Poetry) - 10/23/2013 5:32:26 PM
How true this is as I can sympathize with their situation being stuck in a place they call home...I would not be able to stay there and by hook or by crook find a way out. Excellent write,
Bankrupt Inner Lives (Poetry) - 10/22/2013 5:55:20 PM
We are battery sucking drones plugging in our mind traps. It's the ultimate double feature horror film. Enjoyed every line in this.