Inside the Rabbit-Hole
by Debra J. Harmes-Kurth
Monday, March 26, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Inside the Rabbit-Hole
I have searched for years for an answer,
a rhyme, a reason, description of a season.
Studied the masters of the craft, sought out
unknown pen-pushers, ingesting . . . digesting
each word in order. You can only eat so much paper
before you make noises when you walk,
stumbling, mumbling lost in your thoughts.
Hearing everything in 3-D while taking notes;
filing away lines . . . academic fines
nothing comes out right when you live with a critic.
In notebooks which came from the wrong kind of trees,
I canít even think in the right color ink.
Ideas wait in line to take a number, organization;
of the editors . . . predators Iíve incarcerated
in the cerebral prison of my voice,
buried beneath a pile of aged pulp;
pages crumpled, funky clothes rumpled,
sitting cross legged in a forest of flattened trees.
Clock just keeps ticking . . . old dogís licking,
wounds fresh and raw. You can only eat so much paper.
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|Reviewed by Fania Simon
|Awesome! Very well expressed!!!!|
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|Wow, your imagery and metaphor is flawless. An excellent write, Debra. Excellent.
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|"In notebooks which came from the wrong kind of trees,
I canít even think in the right color ink..."
I love these lines!
This can be so frustrating and you've expressed it right down to the inner pulp of it all!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|I agree with Robert
Just give your muse time....
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|I read this as a very rich parable of the creative process and the commercialization of the same. Enjoyed the read tremendously.
Happy National Poetry Month,
|Reviewed by jude forese
|one of the main psychological as well literary hurdles in dealing with the academic aristocracy as well as the editorial elite is to not take it personally ... i've seen many top quality poems disregarded due to agenda and protocol ... we have to remain steadfast in our convictions and literary ability and continue eating paper ... once you have it all in perspective, it doesn't taste so bad ...
"inside the rabbit-hole" accomplishes keeping it all in perspective ...
your choice of imagery and voicing is superb ...
|Reviewed by Rusty Daily
|Debra, this is just abstract enough for a goof like me not to get completely 'get' it. I will say though, your descriptive phrases and fine writing are always a pleasure to read.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Now thats what I'm talking about!
Deb, so fluid, so true and so well written.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|I have enjoyed the reading of "Inside the Rabbit-Hole", a glowing composition on good sense and criticism, poetized to enrich the pages of The American Fine Letters.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|My thoughts in context to your poem ...
I think, for me Debra, I began enjoying art and writing more when I had the revelation that most don't care about anything except themselves, and also that the kind of success that I truly wanted was tantamount to walking in space without air.
I have also excepted the fact that most critics, and small magazine publishers, are only interested in propogating their own interests and the tiny piece of real estate that they have managed to grasp ahold of. They really don't care about me, or what I do; they are only interested in remaining influential in what they do and using others only when they can acchieve what they set out to do.
Quite frankly, I can't blame them for that and I certainly don't begrudge them. I purpose to be obedient and accurate now with where the muse instructs me to go. If people are blessed and relate to the sentiment and spirit of my work, I too feel blessed. if they don't, well ......
I can so relate to this superb write and the battle with frustration that seeps through the spirit of it. Stand Strong! And also, thankyou for accepting some of my work into your labor of love.
Light and Wisdom ...
|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|I agree with George. If you are the critic, then eat all the paper that you must (symbolically and metaphorically speaking, of course).
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I think to all writers who are not at the peak of their game and fail to see that illusive contract that is always just around the corneer this poem say so much on our behalf as writers. Thank you for expressingit so well on our behalf.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Pursue the thought and let the critic eat the paper unless it yourself.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|I love the meter; I love the rhyme; I love this write! Poets inhabit strange places and are usually late for a very important date, because of the pen...enjoyed this one. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.