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It’s difficult to remain unchanged by events and people fully experienced, and if intense enough, to eventually entertain a reinvention of self… someway. Sometimes all it takes is a sincere conversation with self.
Reinvention, You say
You finally departing LA
Was an epiphany
Come 40 years late
Like spreading your arms
Jumping from the garage roof of your youth
It was possible
No longer some fantasy
To spread one's wings
To float freely
Buoyant in an ether
Void of gilded streets
All-night misery clubs
And imprisoned mornings
The nightmare that was yours
Dreamed with impoverished adolescent verve
Now but a palm-tree campus back then
Where so much what-not-to-learn
Was ingested with scholarly passion
Convinced that summa cum laude for Hollywood
Meant you beat the odds
Groveled through snot and razor wire in your escape
With a modicum of dignity
The city will one day be ready to visit again
Its gregarious pomp
And plenty of circumstance
No longer of deafening noise
Its slippery handshake
No longer able to hold in place
The man that finally broke loose from
The garage roof
Knowing that the day
Of departure vanished forever
Serving but as memory
That's what I say
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Welcome to the Hotel California! Looks like one flew over the cuckoo's nest. That's what I say. I've been wanting to get out of here for the past thirty years. Doesn't look like I'll make it. It's funny the ruts we get in when in the past we never let moss grow on our Rolling Stone.
Really dig this one. Nothing Manhattan about it.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
That's what I say"
and indeed you said it well, Odinsan; a fountainhead of insight in your work of late. You might say a 'summa cum laude' poem. And I so freaking relate; especially in the last year. We all have those seasons when fighting (until we bleed and groan) seems the right thing to do. Lord knows i've done this quite well; I fought in the music world for over twenty years and then one day I walked away from it all completely. Somehow what was once ablaze with passion slows, or vanishes, or morphs into something more manageable. it's good we retain the memories of all those seasons; like a rulebook for what not to do anymore. Health, (mental and physical) and happiness, is far more important than anything else. peace ...
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|People do outgrow themselves, become different people as age overtakes them, develop quieter interests. I see this through your poem. Laurel|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|"...through snot and razor wire"
both worth escaping for sure, but
holding on to some dignity however meagre
is part of salvation and an opportunity
to find ourselves in another place and time
and at a different level
Thank you, Odin.