tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post111524621305372756..comments2023-05-28T04:34:00.429-06:00Comments on Hawk Circle: The Death Sound of Solar EmperorsPatrick M. Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1115481200081535752005-05-07T09:53:00.000-06:002005-05-07T09:53:00.000-06:00Braleigh,You're wonderful. 'Nuff said.Braleigh,<BR/><BR/>You're wonderful. 'Nuff said.Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1115422406311286012005-05-06T17:33:00.000-06:002005-05-06T17:33:00.000-06:00There is always some astoundingly universal aspect...There is always some astoundingly universal aspect to your poems. I can read the same one numerous times and it has a completely different meaning to me every time. I shall now crown you as my favourite composer of prose.<BR/><BR/>It was strange...last night while taking a delicious vacation from life on the park swing I unwittingly found myself quoting "Imminent and Unknown." It took about 15 seconds before I realized what I was quoting. I have no idea how it penetrated my mind to the point of memorization. It is exceedingly rare for me to be able to memorize poetry as it feels like it's on a different level of consciousness. I never have any problem with musical lyrics or scripts...or even shakespeare. I don't know what I'm trying to say- it was just a really cool moment.<BR/><BR/>Thank you ever so much for your last comment. It brightened my day beyond belief, as your comments often do.<BR/><BR/>I look forward to your next piece.Risuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05882640814114412051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1115414520296857862005-05-06T15:22:00.000-06:002005-05-06T15:22:00.000-06:00Bill,The "Castles made of Sand" idea was part of i...Bill,<BR/><BR/>The "Castles made of Sand" idea was part of it. I'm always hesitant to explicate my poems too much. I think that they mean whatever the reader takes them to mean. If the weight of the words slews your mental ship in a particular direction, who am I to correct you? After all, once I'm done writing it, it's not really "mine" anymore. It exists as an interation between the word and the mind absorbing it. <BR/><BR/>For this one, I suppose my root assumption is that our place in the universe is very tiny, our scope limited, our grasp not much longer than our own arm-length. Still, because we need to feel that our daily efforts mean something in the grander scheme of things, we invent ways to keep ourselves interested and at the swirling center of cosmic events.<BR/><BR/>Do I know what I'll write beforehand? I'll generally be struck by some powerful idea or phrase that galvanizes me to sit down. Even when I think I know where I'm going, that's usually not so. I might have a clue, but after the first turning, I'm usually back to instinct, which is better. I believe that poetry is a momentry, almost improvised form at its best. As to where it comes from, I usually say that it's a transmission from the Mother Ship, and that I'm just the agent by which it chooses to be expressed. <BR/><BR/>Whew! Long answer. Cheers.Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1115379231355425152005-05-06T05:33:00.000-06:002005-05-06T05:33:00.000-06:00I was wondering... do you know, what you're going ...I was wondering... do you know, what you're going to write, before you start? I ask because for me, I'll sit down, wanting to write 'something'... when I'm finished.. it's like you said it was a journey, and I'm often just along for the ride. I often wonder 'where' my words come from, as it's been a rare occasion that I was aware of them before I started writing.<BR/><BR/>But the real question is... is the song (or that line anyway) - on target, or did I miss the meaning of your words?Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07338910000372628114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1115353158363570482005-05-05T22:19:00.000-06:002005-05-05T22:19:00.000-06:00Bill,Probably my favorite Hendrix song.Glad you en...Bill,<BR/><BR/>Probably my favorite Hendrix song.<BR/><BR/>Glad you enjoy the journeys, for they are journeys for me, too, these dark intervals.Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1115324310086427502005-05-05T14:18:00.000-06:002005-05-05T14:18:00.000-06:00"and castles made of sand, fall into the sea, even..."and castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually" - Jimi<BR/><BR/>I always enjoy the path through your posts... often it's nearly the end before I can see where you're going... another good piece!Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07338910000372628114noreply@blogger.com