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Shape of Amnesia by Debashish Haar Monday, October 27, 2008 Rated "PG" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
We are like that Amnesic man who forgets his name every morning. What we read now in the newspaper has happened even millenia back - the crosshatched maps, the disputed crosshatchs, the Caesars, Cleopatras, the gladiators, and colisiums. We are the raindrops that sway free without any political opinion, the victims of our own inertness, and howl when everything turns violently visible and alive. Copyright© 2008, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved

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*Reviewed by OnepoetGem the Poetic Rapper**	10/28/2008

yes Americans especially are spoiled to the fact, but we're gettingna rude awakening now, I really don't think many will forget this fiasco great poem Debs




Reviewed by jude forese	10/27/2008

avoiding reality until it smacks 'em in the face ... only then do they remember, they are the self-flagellating experiences of their own memory ...




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	10/27/2008

A most timely, apt, and meaningful write, Debs. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you, Regis




Reviewed by Kate Burnside	10/27/2008

absolutely so. The more information we avidly consume the less cognisant we become; the more we seek our face in the mirror the less we recognise who we are. All is rapidly becoming a complete fiction, the reality of which we won't wake up to until we are living its nightmare. The form of this is like a line-less sonnet, especially with the turn at the second strophe... But then, this is just me beatifying the shape of forgetfulness, right?! :)) xx




Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)	10/27/2008

I don�t know if that is a human nature but people howl like a wind in the wilderness when something they could have prevented touches them. And in politics you see some politicians speaking this way today without remembering what they have said yesterday on the same subject. Wisdom drips from your beautiful write, brother