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- From: Gokul (@ user-38lc96j.dialup.mindspring.com)
on: Fri Jun 4 18:13:34
Vijay,
I am in line with Udhaya's comments on your poem.
Liked the "Strip Nature to the involuntary voyeur
a moment ..
to feel a light appendix or soul "
but couldnt figure out the last part.
- From: vj (@ chme118pc15.ecn.purdue.edu)
on: Mon Jun 7 17:00:06
I spent some time going over the growth of this thread and it was a very amazing trip! Gokul and Udhaya have been there , right from the start .. Its hard now to believe that Udhaya's first poem got reactions only from Udhaya's ID and Udhaya's alter ego!!
I have some words for some of the intial poems written by you all..
Udhaya,
The poem Lesser Species was excellent.. now, who are dimple cheeked Polly Klass and Beten Ramsey? Do they exist? :) and I'll always be with you mourning the unvaunted.
Your prose poem.. Them and Now was also very well written. The lines I liked were ' a palm tree partially disowned by the moon' and 'voice crackling like a bon fire'. I remember you calling "Tandavam" a prose poem. What exactly is it?
Kanchana,
I read the densest metaphors I have ever read in 'dances in the backyard' Great!
And your poem extending lines from the Upanishads are as profound as poetry can get.
In "friends".. 'a writer pimping souls for a price' touched a guilt chord in me, I too have felt the same way while writing any thing and have ( as usual) found no solution to it.
Rekha,
Love nurtured by the fertilizer of faith was an endearing line and so was .. watered by the
tears of understanding..
Nalini remained a spectator till bursting in the scene one day, I always thought she was writing poetry for quite some time! We have witnessed how a poet can actually come into being..
Balaji, haiku after haiku mothers milk in a one gallon can 2% reduced fat?
I liked the Haiku about the home page of everestneat
I have no words for Gokul and the rest as I don't have proficiency in Tamil. I apologise.
Vijay
- From: Ramji (@ 205.177.170.64)
on: Mon Jun 7 18:22:11
vj:
I too am waiting for your reply to the queries by Udhaya and Gokul. Your trip thru the growth of this thread was so refreshing! Thank God the British left their language behind and curse the devil you are not proficient in Tamil!
- From: Udhaya (@ 205.218.142.217)
on: Mon Jun 7 18:50:36
Vijay,
Thanks for the energy boosting trip down memory lane. Yes, we have quite a history here.
Now the sad memory part. . .Polly Klaas was a 5 or 6 year old kidnapped from her home in Petaluma California, raped and mutilated by a beast. This story grabbed the headlines and shocked the nation a few years back. Jean benet Ramsey was another 4 year old whose sudden disappearance brought on a wave of outrage from the media. Their loss is no lesser than anyone else's loss by any means. But thousands disappear everyday belonging to forgotten neighborhoods and the press can't manage an outrage for them.
- From: vj (@ bound.ecn.purdue.edu)
on: Mon Jun 7 20:06:28
Talking of missing people, hazy pictures with an address come into our mailboxes almost once a week.. Of course these bits of paper are thrown away, trampled etc.. but what is even more distressing is how one day I just looked at a 6 year old (dimple-cheeked?) girl missing and started to think of this as material for a poem..
Thats when poetry starts to turn into uncomfortable shades for me, has any other poet here felt guilt chords in him/her on writing poems..
Vijay
P.S: I'll try explaining the "inside reference" later.. I know I shouldnt have added that in that poem..
- From: Udhaya (@ 205.218.142.217)
on: Mon Jun 7 20:33:30
vj,
has any other poet here felt guilt chords in him/her on writing poems
No, I haven't. A waiter waits; a writer writes. As every spoke does its turn so does the wheel turn.
- From: vj (@ bound.ecn.purdue.edu)
on: Mon Jun 7 21:16:06
Udhaya,
Thats the only way I can gloss it away..
- From: nalini (@ 169.144.45.22)
on: Mon Jun 7 22:34:18
vj, thanks from me too for that nostalgic trip. For all the things you've mentioned, and more, I'm very partial to this place.
And, as a fellow thamizh-challenged :-), I know you and I are missing out on some great poetry here!
- From: Kanchana (@ spider-wm013.proxy.aol.com)
on: Tue Jun 8 10:09:35
vj, thank you..that was fun! i'm glad you like "dances in the backyard". it is my favorite too, possibly since it's the most personal poem i've ever written.
Getting tangential as always re your question on writing/guilt: Personally, I don't think I've advanced to the stage where everything in life seems like material for stories/poems. I strongly believe my best poems are those that remain unwritten. I know not whether that's a commentary on the spectrum of my feelings or my wordsmithing skills :-)
- From: Udhaya (@ 205.218.142.217)
on: Tue Jun 8 20:38:32
Guys,
And now for something dramatically different and original. This is my friend John's sonnet to the girl he's wooing. John's my best friend and partner in crime, we began our literary pursuits together and egg each other on creatively. I have shared one of his works before. This one I think can be appreciated by the romantic in us all.
A caramel-treated surprise in a Cracker Jack
box holds a memory disclosed no less
grand than California gold piled in one stack.
On sweet occasions we yearned to ****
inhibitions and pet the elusive shiny fish.
I hope to find ourselves caught in cathedral vaults
equipped with candles to light every wish
and making them as real as chocolate malts.
The treasures abound and can only grow.
Do you ever ponder, Dear Bethany
that you command the rainbow
of my life's greatest epiphany?
Please now, let us continue savoring
the grace given in dreams unwavering.
-John Fife (a lunatic, lover and poet)
- From: Aarthy (@ spider-ta022.proxy.aol.com)
on: Tue Jun 8 20:55:21
The Storyteller
Settled on a grassy slope
Gazing at the wondrous sky
I try to unravel stories
Waiting to be told.
The moon stares down at me
Begging me not to tell
Of its life as a robber
Stealing the sun's light.
Its solem face shows shame
As it slowly wanes into the darkness.
A pang of jealousy stabs me
As the stars waltz in their eternal ball
Oblivious to my fleeting life
They twirl off elsewhere
Ignoring my calls for them to stay.
Night fades into a silvery dawn
Leaving me on the grassy slope
Cheated of a story.
-aarthy
- From: nalini (@ 169.144.45.107)
on: Tue Jun 8 23:08:02
aarthy, welcome! Loved your poem.
The moon stares down at me
Begging me not to tell
Of its life as a robber
Stealing the sun's light.
Its solem face shows shame
As it slowly wanes into the darkness.
beautiful! Do keep coming back as you unravel stories :-)
- From: Gokul (@ user-37kasbe.dialup.mindspring.com)
on: Wed Jun 9 00:23:01
Udhaya, Thanks for posting John's poem. Yes I do remember the first one:-))
These lines are very well written:
"On sweet occasions we yearned to ****
inhibitions and pet the elusive shiny fish.
I hope to find ourselves caught in cathedral vaults
equipped with candles to light every wish
and making them as real as chocolate malts"
Aarthy:
First of all welcome to the Hub:-)
The following lines say everything for me:
"As the stars waltz in their eternal ball
Oblivious to my fleeting life"
Thank you.
- From: sathiya (@ annex1-p3.qualcomm.com)
on: Wed Jun 9 03:56:57
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- From: sathiya (@ annex1-p3.qualcomm.com)
on: Wed Jun 9 04:08:19
Rombha naalaachchu ungalayellam inga santhichchu..
Here again I am, with comments on your works after
a very long break. Bear with me, As I haven't
yet gone thru the whole history and pardon for this long posting.
Udhaya:
In "metaphorce" , I loved the metaphor for lips.
when you pluck rose
petals and pile them
in two decks each
as thick as a cigarette
there's a touch of her lips
In "paths of sensation" , you dared to unveil the unspoken/
unexpressed wish stored deep inside anybody's mind.
ah, what the hell
are we humans up to
other than our search
for sensations? You got an unique way of saying
things.
'ב' " ב" . º ̑
Ϲ? 晍 בƑ? ̑ Ϲ.
MPR - kaadhal Piththan is a classic one.
" ܗב
ô
"
Ramji -
㛍қ - colloquial-aa ҙ..
Rekha - ͜ is crisp and thought provoking. Loved
your 'lateral view' on the cracks on this earth. The unnamed
next one captures poetically the morning mood.
vj - your 'untitled 'starting with Twelve pretty years of courtship had startling lines with an
appropriate ending.
Siva - ''- בѴ Ƒ
ҙ י.
Ө
㹰
ـ ѹ ͍?
chanakya - welcome! ϙ ͍ .
' ', 'yugoslovia' are the ones I liked.
Manivannan - ' ' 晐 ր, ր
ϙэ. ݍ..
lowpu - amazed at the thamizhp pulamai in all those different paas. mokku
puthiya muyarchchi.
㙐 ت
.
Ҵ ڍ Ƒ צϙэ.
kanchana -
anil - anilin kuRukuRuch cheykaigaL pOl siRu siRu vaakkiyangaL! anilai
rasippathu Pol ungaL kavithaiyaiyum..
kavignargaL - 'a curse on itself?' - paavam kavignargaL!
"nellai ninaivukaLukku" oru sequel-aa "nellai nila"? I loved the way
you used the word'poo'. .. ϯ ذ ...'
Will get back with more comments later on the
latest works.
- From: Ramji (@ 205.177.170.59)
on: Wed Jun 9 14:10:13
Aarthy:
Either you are a little girl with prodigous poetic talent or a grown up who hasn't lost her childhood's sense of awe.
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