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From: aramargar1@aol.com
"Rob Evans" wrote in message
news:ympMKPC4aKJCFwf+@mla001.demon.co.uk...
: In message , Henrietta K
: Thomas writes
: >
: >Absolutely true. But there are other people besides the punishers and
: >their victims, and it is those other people who decide whether the
: >'punishment' was justified. And in many cases, it is not.
: >
: >>That's why, when he put Sodom's image on his poem as an excuse to
punishment,
: >>I challenged him to write with such inspiration about Salem: which would
imply
: >>"we are going to
: >>punish you as a witch, even knowing well that it is absurd and you didn't
have
: >>done anything wrong."
: >
: >Except that Rob wasn't trying to 'punish' you. He was actually trying
: >to communicate, but you didn't realize that. Bear in mind also that Rob
: >lives in the United Kingdom, not the United States, and probably doesn't
: >know much, if anything, about the Salem witch trials.
: >
: Actually, I'm reasonably conversant with the Salem Trials but that's no
: particular Reason for me to want to write about them. In any case, I
: feel that Arthur Miller's "The Crucible" has cornered the market in
: using Salem as a metaphor for modern political/social persecution.
:
I think the book "Tichuba of Salem Village" is real life presentation
of Salem's story and it doesn't have the mentioned political context.
: As for writing about Sodom, well, I thought the "wood and bamboo and
: cherry blossom" clues in the poem pointed reasonably elsewhere.
I want to recall you the poem and my comments:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> Metamorphoses
>>
>> No fanfare, just a high drone,
>> the almost inaudible song
>> of a darker scrap of sky
>> giving birth to an unseen catalyst.
>>
>> Time steadies itself. The wood
>> and paper houses wait for change;
>> for the instantaneous season
>> of light, whiter than cherry flowers.
>>
>> When the fracture of the moment
>> comes, it brings incandescent
>> transmutation - the revelation
>> of back-lit bones in her raised hand.
>>
>> She has no time for surprise,
>> no time to turn and see the concrete
>> flow to glass as the wall prepares
>> to wear her ageless shadow.
>>
>> Rob
>> --
>> Rob Evans
>> Poetry is the needle that pricks your finger.
>> Everything else is the haystack.
>
>
>
> I wrote on my previous post about my poem "Metamorphoses".
> Your "Metamorphose" has powerful poetic image and dynamics.
> But I'll talk about its context.
>
>> She has no time for surprise,
>> no time to turn and see the concrete
>> flow to glass as the wall prepares
>> to wear her ageless shadow.
>
> Where the unjustified fury of "punishment" comes from ?
>
>> No fanfare, just a high drone,
>> the almost inaudible song
>> of a darker scrap of sky
>> giving birth to an unseen catalyst.
>
> Thanks for honesty.
>
> "Catalyst" means an accelerator of an ongoing process.
> So, in contrary of my intention, my "droning" further irritates instead of
> pacifying the "ongoing process"
> of "revelation of back-lit bones".
>
> Then you could call your poem "Prophecy" as well. Kafka and I would
> call it "Conspiracy". That's what with my writings I try to prevent, albeit
> may
> be too
> naive endeavor. Should I cry foul with a hinted threat? No, I have immunity
of
> about
> 2 years being threaten, hinted about "instantaneous season of light" like
> things
> and more
> by network of wealthy, educated, serious and well established people.
> No words of reason. They just draw a path of your life and then do everything
> to
> fit you
> there.
> If you don't fit, they just erase you from life and "move on" a ghost of you.
>
> They play fulfilling "God's plan", they play being with or above authorities.
> Which commandment or law I crossed? In contrary of them that crossed every
> commandment and many laws toward me except, thanks God, "You shall not
kill".
> Or, if Kafka is right by writing that they ARE the law.
> Living in a mysteriously imposed limbo for a very long time
> I am not scared more: I realized that I am protected by God as everyone else.
> If His will is my "transmutation" He will not wait for my permission or my
> "guilty
> desire" of humble life.
> I pray it's not the case.
>
> Regards,
> Araik Margarian.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Where are " bamboo and blossom " clues here?
"Wood and Cherries" are everywhere.
It's like AngleWyrm's very straight strokes,
which he put as response to "My American Dream",
Rob thy fellow man, they say
Cut his hours, golf clubs you'll win
Faceless corporate voting way
And this is why Greed is a sin.
later he comments it as about ... TV commercials.
: If I
: was writing about Sodom, I would have pointed differently.
:
: Salt
:
: I am muddled with wine and loss
: and too old for this but the girls
: know all the ways of the Cities.
: They move on me like wise wet eels
: in the darkness, make me forget age
: and tiredness, again and again.
:
: This is a night of urgent fingers,
: disembodied mouths and blind entwining,
: without consciousness or conscience.
: We are like desert beasts, moaning
: in this cave of heat and blackness.
: We dig for every drop of moisture.
:
: But when I taste the salted beads
: that drip from throat and breast and thigh,
: I see, once more, the blinding bitter
: picture of my wife, their mother:
: a spike, a sentinel as pale as crystal,
: on the dark ash of the ruined plain.
:
: Rob
:
:
: --
: Rob Evans
: Poetry is the needle that pricks your finger.
: Everything else is the haystack.
Again, it is a good poem about Sodom. I think it has a dark humor in it.
Again, I am not from there.
You have talent to write about dark symbols. I hope you can be inspired by
Salem
some day too:)
--
Regards,
Araik Margarian.
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