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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
4/13/2012 |
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| I am curious about the 'him' whose notebooks these are. That there are 'so many' notebooks having received such broken attention and what made that happen. Gorgeous eerie dance, an inticing, hinting tale. ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd |
1/28/2012 |
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leather-bound volumes full of nothing
in a ballroom of reflecting ghosts.
I like these two lines. Interesting poem. Thanks for reading my poem.
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
11/5/2011 |
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Axilea, "I found dizzy traits and meaningless shapes,
blank spaces: receptacles for tears"-Excellent!
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki |
11/2/2011 |
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I like the concepts that you have offered. The metaphoric images
are unique and easily viewed within the notebook of my own thoughts.
A very catchy title. |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
10/31/2011 |
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| Sometimes dead things require an interpreter or will be forever lost. There is much honor, and often pain in that role, here which you perfectly perform. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
10/31/2011 |
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I loved turning each page of this remarkable masterpiece, Axilea, and the ending is profound!
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
10/30/2011 |
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| wow and wow...this is amazing poetry! I can hear the music, see the dance and imagine between the lines, excellent Axilea..truly!!! |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
10/30/2011 |
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| Collections. Wow. Love it. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
10/30/2011 |
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I have to publicly thank my friend John for this comment. The last two lines go straight to my heart!
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/30/2011 |
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For me, Axilea, a search through a list
of achievements (well, more 'good' intentions than actual
achievements) and not finding very much..
as indeed if we go through our 'life lists'
how much indeed do we find that's worthwhile and lasting?
Gide was right - good intentions do make the worst literature.
There's a deep sadness throughout but it's not at any time
maudlin or self-indulgent.
John |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
10/30/2011 |
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| VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
10/29/2011 |
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| I see you've found the missing links... in a broken chain of existence... sad cadre of irrelevances make for a moving read. Pertinent and pervasive I would imagine in our collective of collectors, who accumulate so much, but at what cost? |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/29/2011 |
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Almost as if you inherited someone who you cared about but never really new...collection of memories. One of your best...
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
10/29/2011 |
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| This reminds me of another library poem you wrote. The mood is soft and searching, not remorseful or resentful, just lightly, liltingly sad. And many a many line has just 3 stressed syllables-- clever. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
10/29/2011 |
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| a haunting poem, exploring a literary waltz, whose dancers have left the dance floor, or taking a break ... |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
10/29/2011 |
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| your experience crafted by circumstance reveals our exposure to the uncharted journeys of the heart -- voyages with open ended destinations -- regardless of the reasons we are left with the hollow embraces of recollections wrapped in journals of want -- Axilea this is an enchanting tale of love with all of its gifts and disappointments -- you related it all with the romance and passion of one who has made the voyage -- I bid you love, joy and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/29/2011 |
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| This has a very lyrical, haunting quality, Axilea, as one is drawn deeper and deeper into the melody of the notebooks, searching for clues and answers - but finding only tears as a watermark through the paper as a base to the indecipherable runes and symbols. I like the hooks of the second and third stanzas: In this bedroom I am .... and In that bedroom I felt... Has a wandering sense and an allure. As always, so considered and thoughtfully crafted. xx |
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