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| Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath |
3/12/2009 |
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Quite interesting Axilea
I enjoyed the unique play on words.
Additionally your choice of
graphic is also captivating.
Fantastic and take care,
Gwendolyn
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| Reviewed by d. krusky |
12/26/2007 |
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A compeling write that leaves one in thought. The way you reflect on color is quite a unique way, one that makes one think. Very well penned!
Smiles,
Dorothy |
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| Reviewed by Willie Maartens |
12/11/2007 |
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| This is hauntingly beautiful. What can I say, "she thought of the belly of her teacher as yet another fruit"? Willie |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
10/26/2007 |
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| I love this poem. Look at it through new eyes -- the eyes of an un-blinded person, or those of a young child -- or those of a mentally handicapped person, or worst of all, of a psychopathic killer -- and watch a confusing world of color and consequences, previously unknown, respond to your touch. Such a world could be very frightening and confusing, but beautiful too, and possibly deadly... --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by J AG |
10/5/2007 |
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haunting exploration of meaning and the "art" of perception. reminiscent of shakespeare's rose. the intensity of this piece is even more poignant by the simplicity of its presentation.
much peace,
jackie |
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
10/3/2007 |
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Chilling and sanguine, Axilea.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/2/2007 |
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| Fascinating, Axilea. You tap into something I think about frequently, that is our perceptions of what words actually conjure in the minds of both the "giver" and "receiver". And colour is a prime example of how we seek to share the expression of experience without even knowing whether WHAT we are seeing is anything like the same. And I have heard it said that some people "feel" words in shades of the rainbow; and that writing to them is like painting a picture. This concise and well-crafted write takes a deep look into the ways in which our psyches - both collective and individual - are ordered and considers what it is like to dare to cross the line and view things from the other side. Like white to an inuit, the single word, like that of snow, means little. And the subliminal undercurrent here highlights perhaps that to the speaker, everything is in the pain of red. I really enjoyed this, thank you. Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
10/2/2007 |
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Impressionist symbolism enriches "This is not about words".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by blue soplain |
10/1/2007 |
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so many allusions; mostly i read this as colour.blind. .. in its myriad meanings. ..blind obviously to the hue itself; blind to duality of us; blind to ironies that befall us. .. blind to meaning. ..it all is left dull, as colourless, as the blade is, as the words themselves leave a blank taste when you ahve no grasp of meaning anyway. ..
such a slippery slope youve left us on..
a penultimate write~
indeed--
ness
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
10/1/2007 |
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Interesting piece, the view of color and it's meaning as a word is one that can be seen as the learning process...even though the teaching can run a foul....there is more to color than just the word...
nice work.....
Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by Saberi Roy |
10/1/2007 |
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| this one sets me thinking Axilea, this has a lot to do with modern studies of the mind, language and understanding but very well expressed here as a poem. very good. |
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
10/1/2007 |
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Oh this is good! Creepy, but Good! :)
Your pick of words heighten the emotion!
Bravo!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by R Beeman |
10/1/2007 |
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although the words seem dark, this is not about the words per say. great photo also. this work locks the readers perception in two different directions of understanding. simple yet complex at the same time.
randy |
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