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the process
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jude forese
Thursday, September 03, 2009
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we create, conceptualize,
express excitement, despair, love, and pain
we weave words with threads of idea
into a tapestry of emotion and belief
we question, answer,
speculate, and dictate
thoughts of thunder into dreams of rain
yet I wonder,
is writing the process of contrived revelations
brought to life by inactive motion?
is it harvested through invention and action?
bearing fruit we can taste and feel
are our creations devils transforming into angels?
or are they departed and just ostensibly breathing?
are our verses temperate monsters alive through our will?
or messages designed from beyond our grasp?
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
9/27/2009 |
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| "the process", if we believe it is in fact a process, is undoubtedly driven by a need or perceived need -- those roots are where the nebulous answers lie, awaiting our abilities to ferret out and diagnose them -- will we? -- does real desire exist to lead us in that direction? -- those are the questions of value -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
9/5/2009 |
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| I think writing is an out let for our feelings that come in many different ways.. We write what we think and feel , hoping to create , perhaps inspire . Your poem is very compelling and offers the reader a variety of interputations....M |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
9/5/2009 |
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| Yes, we do: just love your canvas in the first seven lines. In order to "catch" or grasp or glimpse idea borne of emotion and belief, we have first to perhaps "be still", to fertilize and initiate that concept/creation. Like all fermented seed, fruit borne in this way, even though it's life and inception are of the unseen, will be very tangible and real. In many ways, we are most definitely "working out our deamons", tranposing and exposing them to light, hoping they will become "angels" and totally love the final stanza: I often feel that I have worked the essence "out" of my poems, having written them, and their "spirit" has moved on with me, leaving only empty words on the page... life then only comes into them again when others breathe their interpretations into them. And without the co-operation of the will, whether active or passive, no writing would appear on the page at all. And your final interogative makes me think of the Greek definition of "genius" at that of being a presiding spirit, coming alongside to minister to the artist at work, rather than it being inherently a gift from within the artist's own make-up... so a bit of both, then! Most certainly we instinctively intuit off each other, that's for sure... and do we "massage" what we pick-up to suit our own ends? At times, yes, of course, but at others the psychic hook-up is totally random and with no way that it is taking place until evidence later discloses it. I realise that I've departed from the superficial level of treatise on the writing process per se with these comments, but I think your questions beg of other metaphysical considerations between writer, reader and muse as well. I hope I have been brief - have tried very hard to limit myself!!!! All in all, yet another of your recent bests, Kartero. And very much what I was toying with in my Perception poem. Thanks for this tete-a-tete, very much enjoyed! :)) franKenstein Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/5/2009 |
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Our ideas are just seeds of our destruction wrought by the devil in us. We must literally and blindly follow the holy word. ;-)
Ron. |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
9/4/2009 |
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When the Mason jar lids ping, we've sealed our fate, the process of self-preservation. Mashing apples in a fruit press and adding spicy cinnamon and nutmeg, we've got apple butter to can. Did Eve figure this out? Did Lilith beat her to it?
"is it harvested through invention and action?
bearing fruit we can taste and feel"
Love,
Sage |
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| Reviewed by Paul Williams |
9/4/2009 |
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Ah! missed your deft and in this case enquiring pen Jude, I believe it is the universal consciousness speaking aloud.
Paul;-) |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
9/4/2009 |
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The last line contains a thought that I've often wondered about. Sometimes it feels as though I'm channeling the words I write. I like the flow of this poem. Your word choices seem to pop in this piece. Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/4/2009 |
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Intense thoughts and questions that bear dwelling on, and letting the mind digest to see what it will spit out in response...like it a lot Jude.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
9/4/2009 |
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I always wonder and question what appears on the page...
Great pen! I think they are 'messages designed from beyond our grasp' |
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| Reviewed by Leland Waldrip |
9/4/2009 |
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"we question, answer,
speculate, and dictate
thoughts of thunder into dreams of rain"
I loved this verse and the concept of the poem. Are we merely a conveyance? Good question.
Best regards,
Leland |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
9/4/2009 |
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Methinks you hedge into great philosophical thoughts, Jude! I must print this and ponder when my mind awakens :o)
It IS delightful poetry, friend!
Blessings and Love - Micke |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
9/4/2009 |
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| Most thought provoking, my friend. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
9/4/2009 |
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First thing the tittle recalled was the name Kafka, read the poem and the kind of path thoughts of good old Frank came assaulting my conscious again with another twist to the word process, this time from Jude's Machiavellian spin of the concept of despair-love, thunder-rain and leaving us not with devils converted into angels but the other way around!
Georg
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
9/3/2009 |
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| Your ability to give clarity to such thoughts make it easier for those who can only ponder....with all the confusion in the world, writers feel compelled to bring some lucidity into the mix, so thoughts and ideas can be better understood. Excellent write!of course there is that element of mystery that we can't define where some of our poems come from;-) |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
9/3/2009 |
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| cogent catharsis caught to catch and release... nicely done. |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
9/3/2009 |
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| However they come together, you always weave them well. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
9/3/2009 |
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| fascinating thoughts to ponder! |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
9/3/2009 |
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| hmmmm,, you have me bubbling with thoughts,,,it is a process indeed and not as simple as one might think....wow...great write Jude! |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/3/2009 |
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Great and real questioning, Jude, always worth this delve into what we make or attempt to; language the medium, the challenge and sometimes the great deceiver of ourselves.
Thank you for this.
John |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
9/3/2009 |
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In my case, poetry comes through me more than it comes from me. Writing poetry is a form of meditation, in my case, and in that place, perhaps a doppelganger or some other, wishing to relay a message, pours their thoughts through me and onto the page. It is rare that I write poetry in a fully conscious state. Words flow into me like water passing down a river, picking up and dropping off the sand that forms the riverbed, designing the pathway for its passage. I think that there are those who do utilize the "process of contrived revelations", and those people, I would call "the real" writers. When I write stories, I do become that person,living within the unfolding drama that I am creating, becoming the characters and consumed within the scenery. Poetry is another thing all together; I am but a vehicle for some other. I like this piece Jude, it makes the reader consider their place in the writing realm. I am blessed in both ways of idea and honored to be delivering messages for another who has chosen me for this purpose. This is a deep and introspective offering Jude, thank you.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone |
9/3/2009 |
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| Many times from just beyond our grasp for me. Good write. LadyJ |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
9/3/2009 |
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Possessed that's it, we are, therefore we write, who we are oft times comes literally, and then when I read yours, you are deep, curious, wise, and most talented, there you have it.
With Blessings! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
9/3/2009 |
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| Poetry is the process of a poetic mind and soul: sensitive, alive, vulnerable, angry and curious...the sum total of action and thoughts brought together for a precious moment and conveyed to the world through a prism of artistic style unique to the pen which writes it. And, your poems are always unique to you Jude. Beautiful and thought-provoking. Loved this a lot. |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
9/3/2009 |
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Poetically excellent
Poets are often preoccupied with thoughts
Peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Debashish Haar |
9/3/2009 |
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| You pose questions and then in them justify the essence of true poetry. I liked the whole rendition. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
9/3/2009 |
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Jude,
I love this esoterically charged poem. Only a writer/poet can truly understand the depth from where this came from. You my dear friend are as deep as the ocean and as large as the Universe.
"are our creations devils transforming into angels?
are they departed and just ostensibly breathing?
are our verses temperate monsters alive through our will?
or messengers designed from beyond our grasp?"
I believe that they are all of the above passage. We all have devils inside of us longing to be angels and vice versa. Messengers designed from beyond our grasp, well I believe that they can be, but I also truly believe everything is within our grasp, as long as your heart and soul is in it for the long journey. Nothing shall alter destiny, poetry is a vehicle to ride the magnificent energy waves of creativity and imagination. I love this world, but a big part of all of this creation of words on paper/computer screen, is part of your inner being, somewhere, some how it lived within each one of us, be it in this lifetime or another, but it is real, and alive. Reach out and touch, remember that song; it is the only way that poetry can stay alive to reach out and touch everyone's mind and soul.
Wow, you always get me going, I love, love, love this poem. You are amazing and don't stop writing in your unique style and passion.
I shall reach out and touch you with my words and energy, do you feel me?
Much peace, love, and light, my dear friend,
Amber "V"
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
9/3/2009 |
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Jude - Enjoyed your "the process" and its speculation on the mystery of poetry and its source. Especially liked these lines:
we question, answer,
speculate, and dictate
thoughts of thunder into dreams of rain
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are they departed and just ostensibly breathing?
are our verses temperate monsters alive through our will?
or messengers designed from beyond our grasp?
- David
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| Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford |
9/3/2009 |
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Excellent Jude. I've often looked at a poem of mine written some time ago and thought "did I really write that?" and then wonder where it came from. I don't recognize myself in a lot of them. So, they come from somewhere, but where, and from whom, are the questions. This poem is definitely a "keeper".
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