I like the rhythm of this poem. I always read your poems and come away feeling as though there was a cryptic message there that I don't know if I caught. Maybe it is that little piece of autumn in each poem that is ever elusive in being completely pulled out and brought into full view and clarity...
Crys...
A freakin apotheosis of wit. I tremble in your presence, Sir Leo. You tread lofty and rarefied regions--and gracefully--so magnanimously--on occassion you let drop a crumb for us to feast upon.
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2007
anybody want a peanut?
i jsut love the meandering of your mind. .. .
the slosh, swashbuckle of thoughhts htat render me dizzy giddy crazy smiling. ..
at least its not a kissing book :}
ness
Reviewed by l West (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2007
Wow Leo! This is fantastic. I think "Charlie" will have to work extremely hard to top this one. This is definitely a WAR piece. I am glad you are not hurling these s.words at me!
Holy Cow!!! (She removes her fingers from around his neck) Now that is Something, Highness. (She takes two steps backwards and curtseys down to her knees.) WOW! (she says, with unsuppressed awe and wonder. She gets up.) Holy, Holy Cow! (she repeats, as if she doesn't have a clue what to say-- and she doesn't-- I know.) That, my chum, is a beastie of a poem to top! But I... I am like clotted cream. And I WILL rise to the top! My Lines-- my s:words against your ink steel, and you think a simple little pen wiggle like "I can not bear" will make me happy? Hmm? Now if I only had a haulocaust cloak, that would be something... (she runs off to her den to rummage in her closet... )
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Crys...
Ron
i jsut love the meandering of your mind. .. .
the slosh, swashbuckle of thoughhts htat render me dizzy giddy crazy smiling. ..
at least its not a kissing book :}
ness
Wow. WOW! No more rhyme wins me with its...rhyme. LOL Love this one, indeed, so much so, it's going into my library.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.