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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
4/12/2006 |
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| L o v e i t!! 'Pea' <3 ~~~ PS: Keep on eatin' 'em shrooms. Ahem. In moderation, of course. Ahem. |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
4/10/2006 |
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With a lexicon wisely applied the poemization of a vision was poetized to stand the test of the millennia, and to stimulate and guide all its generations to an intellectual riding through the cosmos of imagination of the doers. "Of Faust and Anvils" has deposited its savings in the bank of POETRY in trust for The Major Art.
Glad to be here to learn from the this poem, "Of Faust and Anvils".
Gratefully,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/7/2006 |
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The mushrooms sure don't seem to be interfering negatively with your writing, Paul. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
2/12/2006 |
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| a very stimulating poem prompting the poet to confront confusion and the attitudes of dross elements that only weigh down the creative spirit ... |
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
2/8/2006 |
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| Love the language in this (giving away my Enlgish major roots, LOL). I really do enjoy your writing. ~~Nordette |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
2/7/2006 |
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You took off into another galaxy with this one Paul!
Awesome poem on several levels.
Away in haste leave earths dirt and grime behind,
enter into the stardust of heaven...
That's what you made me think;-)
Eileen^ |
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| Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero |
2/7/2006 |
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| An amazing poem, Paul. Your last two stanzas sing to me loud and CLEAR! Yes, indeed run away from muddy confusion. We're all too often stuck there and keep repeating ourselves, not letting our thoughts fly free to create any thing of real worth! Send me some of those mushrooms you're eating, will you? ~~Carmen |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
2/7/2006 |
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Oerrr did you playing with....too many fairies and ate those red dotted mushrooms too????
Dark as dark can be Chuckie!!
Love Tinka
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
2/7/2006 |
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| ... Well, reckon I must be on the same hi-funghal diet meself, mon petit choux, cos this is as clear as opaque crystal to me and, as we all know, sparks fly upwards as sure as the Yorkshire rain doth poureth down... and your metal shoes here fit my U-shaped feet nicely... do they come in plush red?? And with heels?? :)) (You don't expect SENSE, surely??!!) K xx ... Oh, the poem's good, BTW... Welcome to the House of Fun... |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
2/7/2006 |
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rapacious reptilian rebels danced
the hand-jive in the pet cemetery.
Fascinating - eat some more mushrooms!
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| Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher |
2/6/2006 |
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Very mystic, great write,
Birgit and Roger |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
2/6/2006 |
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| Never mind those 'rooms, man, I think maybe its the acid. LOL |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
2/6/2006 |
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Paul,
Wow. A fantastic exhortation if there ever was one. Darkness, yes, but bursts with illuminative LIGHT! Thank you--enjoyed this trip. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
2/6/2006 |
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You been watching horror movies again? ROFL
Good work as always... |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
2/6/2006 |
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Is a tad dark, and introspective. Can I just say i is brill me boy.
But I is dead tired with a blighter of a headache... So manana banana.. |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
2/6/2006 |
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"Then mount your words upon
a velour steed with all haste,
and ride forth
from this crowded house of confusion."
EXACTLY! Paul, I would be happy to mount! This so makes me want to go hunt up a carousel and buy a big girl a ticket to ride with me! This Screams! There is no confusion when straddled upon the Standers, Jumpers, and Top-Knots, the carousel ponies in the show ring! Gliding up and down with a wide vertical smile, Paul. Thanks for letting me be in the accompany of your artistry for reviving merriment! A fantastical whimsy! Now this is what I meant by Psychotrance: Liquid Mushroom. It's all in the mind and it just needs the poet to retrieve the colors! So Fine! Poetry of Inner Imagery!
Sage
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
2/6/2006 |
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A dark and brooding composition that exhorts the poet and artist to rise above his own rebellious and undisciplined mind, to the Valhalla of total self expression !
You have a unique modus operandi Paul...preserve it jealously !
The mushrooms are quite good with fried duck Paul...try it...lols...Huo Soo!!!
Peter |
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