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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
9/18/2010 |
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| Jude, helter skelter and inane rites of passage serve to make today's society the monkey chasing its own tail. There is a sense of far too much reliance on relative values and cheap goals. Plastic people existing in a plastic society lacking all substance. The hard core, meaningful values of society disappeared with societal innocence three or four generations ago. Codes of ethics, moral values and common courtesy are difficult to find in most of today's populace. Their value programming came from a base of falsehoods driven solely by greed. Love your spin on this my dear friend. My peace and love be always with you. Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
9/14/2010 |
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| your incredible mind always captures events to perfection. Outstanding Jude! |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
9/12/2010 |
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Those "misfortunes", those "ill-advised goals" are no longer accidents.
We can see where we are going, but it seems that we are unable to stop the machine. Interesting philosophical look at a multifaceted world in motion, with your effective sense of words and concision.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader) |
9/12/2010 |
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| This is a deep and insightful look into the world trends of being (actions). Of course, a person, in their most right mind, would tend to guard one's self from these activities, and that is what I feel you have elected to do by being "around everything inside". It is mind boggling how you have written this, and it causes a lot of thinking; that is a very intriguing attribute of your expression. This one could spark studies easily. |
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| Reviewed by * Starman * * |
9/12/2010 |
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| I am reminded of Within You Without You, and Tomorrow Never Knows. That is high praise from child of the 60's who grew up with Sgt. Pepper and I am the Walrus ringing in my ears. Your imagery took me there. |
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| Reviewed by J.A. Aarntzen |
9/12/2010 |
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| We are all looking for ways to unlock our cages |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
9/12/2010 |
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| as always; your work inspires |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
9/11/2010 |
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| wow...wish I'd said that! you've captured this so well! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
9/11/2010 |
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| good stuff-makes one ponder life |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/10/2010 |
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Mesmerizing poem, Jude. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/10/2010 |
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Rituals are the blood of most of our lives. You really got your arms around this one.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
9/10/2010 |
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| ..you are in touch..and it is felt here Jude..fine work~ |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
9/10/2010 |
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being above is now below
but i am around everything inside
... a stunning wrap-around to a poem of two halves, it seems to me. As always, the clarity of your creative vision seems at its height when you have invested time with your "head in a puffy white cloud", like Elijah and his mountain-top experience. Those things in life that are just too big to really get a hold of and express head-on are most powerful when talked about obliquely, as, to me, you do here.
I shall never forget the eeriness of circumnavigating the perimeter walkways of Ground Zero early on a Sunday morning on my first trip to New York in February 2008. The white-noise in my head was a total surprise to me: pain of the event, of course, but, more than that, the swirling mixed emotions of cynical attitude and enterprise that seemed also somehow caught up in the hole of it. I left the site with a dumbstruck horror and grief that was not altogether soley to do with the tragic events of that one Black Day. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the first "abstract" 12 lines of this poem captures it somehow.
But I love, too, the strong visuals of the last 8 lines. Those pacing, hungry lions are the ones to watch, their sharpened appetite and rumbling insides picking up on the scent of the subversive dreamers whose ideas and aspirations slip between the bars, speaking of hitherto unknown freedoms that, as yet, exist only within the minds' eye. The currently unseen inner solar whirlwinds and storms of fresh thinking will surely have their day, then won't those lions roar! :))
Quite a Jonah write here, Jude, from the belly of the beast. But there are those such as yourself who will yet be spewed up to prophesy, I'm sure. My thoughts are with all of you this weekend. Love and prayers always. Kortlandtstreet Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
9/9/2010 |
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Your words leave me feeling as though I am trying to scale the walls of a slippery well, wondering if I will make it out alive but afraid to give up. Excellent images and thought provoking verses. Love this one, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/9/2010 |
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For me, Jude, this is an indictment of what we have become and/or allowed ourselves to be; a brilliant opening line, for sure, and the final pair seem to be a necessary rescue of self.
John |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
9/9/2010 |
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"inhabiting where the dead refuse to be buried"...it's pretty evident
"being above is now below"...gyrfalcon of both the Old and New World awaits the ferryman to pull up the dredge of the oyster beds where the bęte noire, one that is particularly disliked resides...shelter animates the psyche and fulfills metaphor in timeless burials throughout cosmic obituaries of akashic record...
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| Reviewed by Ragno Donna |
9/9/2010 |
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This sounds like my brain on fire.
Cool poetry.
Ciao,
Ragno Donna |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
9/9/2010 |
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Jude,
Bob Dylan says it all!
’Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Your poem made me think of this song for some reason... We all need shelter from our storms..
I send you healing vibes and peace, light and love
Amber
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
9/9/2010 |
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I agree with George, very insightful,and very true.
Cheers,
Dan |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
9/9/2010 |
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| this reminds of a piece i almost wrote about a year ago; but never did. it would have read: "I decided to buy a Porsche 9/11 Turbo. Now, I'm going nowhere... faster." this seems a poem of life in the paradigm shift. one feels powerless watching a world flip upside down and you're the last one standing. Nicely done. |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
9/9/2010 |
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| An insightful poem where thoughts collide creating a galaxy where we reside. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
9/9/2010 |
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| Actually I understood every single line, Jude. Of course one man's interpretation could be another man's kaleidoscope of insanity on parade. Liked this very much. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
9/9/2010 |
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everyone is running nowhere,
in circles in and out,
arriving even quicker to here
Quite thought provoking, and quite a sad commentary on our world, today. |
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| Reviewed by Nicky Goodman |
9/9/2010 |
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| really like this jude, circles and straight lines poem, with cool lions -taking shelter from most other howling, sounds good, i've GilScotHeron songs and Bob playing in my head now -like the last two lines, there's a still point in there somewhere :) Enjoyed -x |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
9/9/2010 |
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| Your last two lines are incredible....powerful work that leaves me thinking, well beyond the read. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/9/2010 |
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Intense commentary on our times...
fee |
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| Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii) |
9/8/2010 |
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| Penetrating, thought provoking.. a reality check for today. Peace and blessings. Mikii |
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
9/8/2010 |
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being above is now below
but i am around everything inside
This blew me away, Robert, the crux of the problem/solution.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen |
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