perodical (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on December 21, 2013

We are who we are, Jude. You are a very special man and poet. Yes the world is and has always been, on its last legs. Only the brave sort out their own place in it and aren't afraid to just "Be."

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on December 10, 2013

Independent poets like you reserve the goods, Jude. Mediocre amateurs deceive themselves, the journalists and all the other writer types, that they're contenders. The new math of writers live in the impossible heap. The weeder is greatly needed if the garden of muses is to persist as a garden, then poetry and other forms of writing on Miracle Grow is rapidly becoming an overgrown jungle. A little toilet humor, if you will, when great comedian Ron white stands up on stage and talks about sitting on a bidet and how good the water feels up his ass, I mean, as far as I'm concerned, that's the real shit of poetry, and it's good stuff. I could go on at length, but I'll say that a talented guy like Ron White could be inspiration to a whole new breed of poets pushing a Scotch habit, so much more coherent than the weeds pushing book sales of god's kingdom rife with agenda. Yea, Time has become a butt rag along with so many other periodicals nowadays where the ink gets buried in the weeds, "Touring with Circus Olay" with the same old wrinkles where they pin it to pinterest getting their lion's share...RAWR!

Sage

Reviewed by Tao Chi

Reviewed on December 6, 2013

Understand the synapses and transmitter problems. This really caught my attention. The entire poem, love it.

"Health is brewed by converging
Chromosomal manipulations with distant spells,
Without resisting either alchemical reaction"

Too bad we can't choose the genetic pools we are born into.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on December 6, 2013

Love that throne's whirlpool hug! Now I'm for certain sure that all my hard work has been keeping you in toilet paper, but it's worth it just to see you smile, Senor. :) So true that we are all a product of our time and circumstance and I have personally been truly alarmed at how calloused my heart has become over recent months, fighting tides of persistent struggle against the way-of-the-world's seeming futility. But today is a new day, sadly a day of mourning for one of our generation's Greats, and I find my tenderness and hope slowly returning to it's fleshy, pink blush by clinging to the example of his shining, humble and gracious soul which shows us how to overcome - one breath at a time. It is fitting that all the 'Giants' of the world will soon pay homage and respect at the place of obscurity from which he came. Such Neo-Nazareths are few and far between and are what Your New Editor will be looking for as witness and testament to the fact that, yes, there must be more than this. No shit. Interesting point, too, about "unrestricted synapses"; from what I learned about developmental psychology in the summer, it is the stimulation of loving communication that also stops them from shrivelling through lack of use and dying away. Not sure self-enchantment is sufficient to halt the loss, but you could give it a go! :) Keep taking the lexicological laxative, Amigo xx

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on December 5, 2013

Wading through the ambiguities of thoughts, resting on the aspects of life, confused and stifled to the point that laughter does not burst forth, then and only then, does the thought arrive that Jude is back in town.

George

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on December 3, 2013

Jude,
Where can one begin to comment on this poem? There is so much here for one reading. I have read this a few times and now I am ready to comment.
Without a doubt you should refrain from dreaming when you are on that throne. This poem reads like a trip in your wonderland mind. I have to admit, you really did it this time, so esoteric, with hints of melodrama and such moods in motion, it's hard to pin point just one comment on such a well written journey through your mind.
Ok, then, there you have it...wow this was a trip indeed!

Peace, light and love,
Amber

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on December 2, 2013

~jude~
Words to verses dance with excellent expression.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on December 1, 2013

Some rather interesting and erudite humourous observations weaved through this poem.
Nowt is new under the sun.

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on November 30, 2013

It is good to see you back Jude, you have a marvelous talent for capturing vignette moments...excellent.

Carole~

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 30, 2013

There is so much to reflect upon in this intriguing sharing. I appreciate your wit, imagery, and meaning. This is certainly worthy (and probably demands) much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing, Jude. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on November 30, 2013

My dear friend, Jude...I am glad to see you back. You havent skipped a beat as your works offer images in bulk and gives the reader so much to reflect upon. Hope you are well.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on November 28, 2013

It's great to read you again. I was worried until I read this� Much more coherent than many of your other dream scenes. This one was certainly real, like you had come upon a realization and stopped writing to your mythical network for a while. Thanks to some other comments, the idea that time has come undone is quite interesting.

I'm worried that my mythical network is watching every word that I write, and it scares the bigeebies out of me!

I liked "Cirque du Soleil", myself. ;-)

Ron

Reviewed by M Flack

Reviewed on November 27, 2013

Facinating read. The words jostle and jump about. Looiing for meaning the the way they randomly land on the floor.

I'm intrigued by these words...

Opening my recent edition of Time,
Captioned �Broken Promise�

Which of the many promises we are offered is broken?

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on November 27, 2013

Reading this, I felt as though I was spinning, aimlessly, in an endless vortex, with pieces of my life swirling past and away. A few notions sticking to me no matter how hard I tried to dislodge them, holding me, by a thread, to a distorted and surreal reality. There is so much motion in your words that I felt drunk and transformed. Wonderful read, Jude. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on November 27, 2013

Jude, if it is any consolation, you are among a growing number of like-minded jesters on this road of life. A new magazine? Sounds good to me. what would you call this new magazine. "Mad," has already been taken.

Reviewed by Michael True

Reviewed on November 27, 2013

So glad to be seeing your kaleidoscopic inscriptions once again in glow of laptop lid. Will dive into a quick revue and hope for further signs of intelligence in the near future. Exquisite vision, Time coming undone... M.True