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Rolling Through Intersections ![]() A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. ![]() |
Hi there Brian K Compton I'm offering these few comments on your extraordinary poem in association with I Write in 2025. A very dense work as you indicate, in some respects taking me back - or perhaps more correctly, dragging me back screaming! - to the days when my literary studies included the Beat Poets. More enforced than by choice, I must add! I think I learnt then not to attempt interpretations but rather to enjoy this calibre of intensely personal outpouring as an immersive reading experience. So for what it may be worth to you, what I took from this poem of yours was an almost unbearable sense of the narrator's deep anxiety, in the face of which he was struggling to attain, rather than merely affect, a state of stoicism. The metaphors and other devices employed are essentially dark and disturbing, evoking menace and discomforting the reader. I could probably go on forever but life awaits impatiently, so by way of a final comment, it almost goes without saying that your facility with language is simply breathtaking, to the extent that it is worthy of a 'masterclass' study all of its own. Thank you for sharing your work and best regards. deemac ![]() ![]()
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