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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
9/22/2009 |
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... conjures a beautiful watercolour and ink drawing/painting of a snowy Japanese volcano, like Asama, done on translucent rice paper in bold yet delicate brush-strokes and finely-etched lines. Lovely contrasts of opposing imagery which add to the "confusion" of the moment on a geological and human scale. It's heartening to think that, even if nature does her worst, she might still give us a fairytale ending. I like the way you weave together a brooding, natural reality with the persistent surreality of the human psyche and disposition: this makes sense of the fact that it is sometimes through disaster that dreams really do come true, though we might wish for an easier way. And also sows the hope that even if there is de(con)struction, reconstruction will ensue.
... Having been away, I seem to have approached these last three poems as a kind of Trilogy, so hope my perspectives and lingo hasn't been too monocular and monotonous! Krakatoa Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Debra Baker |
9/21/2009 |
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| Jude this poem was beautiful the end taking grip of such tragedy. You write with heart and passion. |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
9/20/2009 |
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| simply gorgeous, isn't that how life in all its glory is, beautiful in all its devastation and magnificance |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
9/17/2009 |
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Forest fires are very devastating. The ones that are started by a dry season can be understandable, but what I don't understand is, that many are started by careless people who don't care much about their enviroment, but then cuss the government for not doing much to change global warming. Hmmmm, hypocrisy at its best.
This is very well written and has a lot of images so that we can "see" what youi are talking about. Thank you for sharing Jude.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie. |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
9/17/2009 |
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| Beautiful writing dear man..enjoyed...stay safe and well..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
9/17/2009 |
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Excellent and profound
most enjoyable write
Peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Ankin Timourian |
9/16/2009 |
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An interesting poem, visuals are great and can be translated two different ways. I see distruction by the fire but Hope for the new is not destroyed...
Love, Ankin |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/16/2009 |
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Before the build-back there will be heavy rain and mudslides, eroding what little topsoil is left. Such are the vagaries of living on the slopes with the stars... until big shaky comes.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/16/2009 |
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This is absolutely gorgeous, Jude, the natural progression of things - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
9/16/2009 |
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It is always an interesting experience to work with contrasts to create new imagery. I particularly like the "glowing ember snow".
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
9/16/2009 |
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| love the positive at the end! |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
9/16/2009 |
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From ashes new life, from pain new love, cycles of destruction and renewal are sometimes often overwhelming for the human mind wanting permanence. As always deep and meaningful, Love and peace!
Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Alain Gracio |
9/15/2009 |
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This oould be what Nietzche meant in "Uberman" The ego can only stretch so far before it snaps back to primoridial unconciousness, this is before its born,
Excellent write
Cheers
Alain |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
9/15/2009 |
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A relationship that runs hot and cold is difficult to maintain or to shake. During the freeze it seems as though we should be able to just walk away but the tug of the wildfire times draws us back into the sting of a frostbitten love. Beautiful, beautiful poetry, Jude. Kudos!
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
9/15/2009 |
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| I agree with John. Gorgeous poetry. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/15/2009 |
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Jude,
This is exquisite rendering, for me among your very best. Simply gorgeous.
John |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
9/15/2009 |
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| You stir the embers of my dome and light up a new spark that flies from your words into the recesses where thoughts are born. |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
9/15/2009 |
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For me, there's a distinct feel of isolation and loneliness. Maybe a combination of the way the last ice storm made me feel and some of your word choices - solitary, cold, evacuate. Awesome work:)
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
9/15/2009 |
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| What an awesome poet you are Jude, to capture such vast emotions in such short verse! last words overwhelm me!Bravo! |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
9/15/2009 |
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Many a man has been burned by a cold fire, they still have the blisters to prove it.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
9/15/2009 |
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Jude, I have read this at least four times. Each time I get a different sense from it. I tend to spontaneously react to your poetry, but this one seems to want to live in my mind and heart a bit before I felt I could comment.
At first glance one would think you were talking about the wildfires in California, but my heart tells me that it is an analogy of what a wildfire can do to ones life. I like Sage's comments about repressed sexual experiences. I wrote a poem "Wild Fire" a quote from my poem:
"She, A vision of Wild Fire
Lover’s fuel,
with lustful incantations.
Wild Fire Thoughts she savors
That send electricity to her brain
Igniting passion’s fuel for her body."
Your cold fire poem brings that to mind, but in a different way.
It's almost like passion is just beneath the surface and it is about to catapult into that smoky moon. You use a lot of juxtaposition in this poem, giving the reader a chance to feel that wild fire and cold fire intermingling to stimulate the sensations of being cold and hot and back and forth.
Always you give me something to eat and digest and savor.
Hope I didn't go on too long, but this is an inspiring piece of poetry.
Much love, light and peace, dear friend,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
9/15/2009 |
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| Jude, his is so quietly powerful...but your last stanza, for me, is the one that tears at the heart. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/15/2009 |
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Very well laid out and the image is easily accepted in the head whille the emotions sweep the heart...the sad loss.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey |
9/15/2009 |
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Jude,
Such a tragedy. One little spark can making life pure hell. You speak volumes by saying little.
Mary |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
9/15/2009 |
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| How powerful, a spark! |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
9/15/2009 |
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Cold fire is evocative of Wilhelm Reich's term "character armor" - coined by Reich. the psychological and physical "armor" individuals develop in order to repress the excess amounts of energy which have built up inside them due to a lack of enough gratifying sexual experiences, which release the energy. So, this poetry could be jumpstarting libido from cosmic sparks from the "messengers"...Reich was convinced that what he perceived to be the increasing amounts of DOR in the atmosphere were coming from outer space. Reich reported sighting UFOs, and he believed these were space ships which were introducing DOR into the earth's atmosphere. He developed the cloudbuster. This device was supposed to be capable of drawing DOR out of the atmosphere, and use of it led Reich to believe he had a certain amount of control over the weather. Indeed, in 1953 he reportedly produced rain for a group of Maine farmers who paid him for this service. Reich believed that his cloudbusters might be the key to defending the earth against these space invasions. I see a correlation between cold fire, the California and Colorado wildfires, of what I think is misplaced at the disastrous fate of the bed of Gaia being destroyed (at both history repeats itself in the thousand year cycle and the arson of man) and extraterrestrials evacuating unintelligent life here on earth by sapping moisture and drying up our lands in an attempt to reorganize and restructure human activity...a poem for a thinker's pose. Jude...
Love,
Sage
P.S. Noticed you have changed the title and added rekindled since my review and others...nice touch! Also, you added another last stanza...could it be inspired by your readers! It adds a positive blueprint of intelligent design, poetic engineering, 2 X 4's, nails, and a warm hearth. Lodgepole pinecones, as soon as they are heated in wildfire and dropped on the forest's floor begin to open up and instantly re-seed, beginning the new growth. Metaphorical?
"the orange glow
of a forest’s demise
will grow green, rebuilding houses"
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
9/15/2009 |
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| sounds like the past few weeks here in LA. i was just starting to forget about this too. nice flow of image here. |
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| Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis |
9/15/2009 |
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| Every word is where it belongs - nothing superfluous. The last stanza is remarkably well-delivered and is sure to cast a strong image into the readers' minds and hearts. |
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