The following comments are for "it is just this, lad" by AuldMiseryGuts
returned to nameless
Well, seems I got nothing else to do this Easter Sunday. Spent most of the day reading Lit past and present. Went to bookstore and now am home again.
Anyway, boring life aside, your poem is just amazing. It is a lifetime of wisdom imparted in three lines. That takes talent.
Who are you quoting in the title?
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Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: March 24, 2008
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no body, no identity
kind of makes me want to fake my own death and then speechlessly and nocturnally wander the planet just to see what strangers will start calling me.
of vehicle departed
Shannon-
title is uncapped..cool..why caps in poem? and why a period?...
3/5/3 version:
funeral
process of return
to nameless
B
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Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: March 25, 2008
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funeral
Hi Shannon: I think the deeply realised wisdom in your 3-liner is well compressed in Robert's definition. Both of you make me think, though I avoid talking about death in poetry as I am convinced poets are prophetic and when they reflect on death so intimately, they may be in for experiencing some real death! You're of course much above the mundane death in your vision of the nameless!!
R K
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Posted by: R.K.Singh [Member] On: March 26, 2008
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thanking four (?!) people
belated but sincere thanks to all who took a look at this. baffled, but pleased by the comments it received. baffled ‘cause I wasn’t sure how this would resonate when I wrote it. it’s essentially my condensation of one man’s words of wisdom, the salient points of this particular speech having stuck with me for a very long time…
Francisco, originator is Old Man Killoughry, who had a habit of starting sentences this way then making some kind of sombre pronouncement, sometimes on something as weighty as life and death, and sometimes on the correct way to roll a cigarette, you never could tell, they used to come out of no where. I dreamt about him the other night, he may have his own short story soon…
Ghost, he-he, yeah, Lazarus/ Lord Lucan… I’ll keep an eye out for any nocturnal, nameless strangers that wash up in my neck of the woods. thanks for dropping in…
Bobby, as I said, poem is condensation of quote, after the manner of the old man making these pronouncements, although as philosophic entity uncapped works better, thanks for appreciating this and bringing new eyes here…
R.K, thank you kindly. I do write extensively on death/ the dead- although mostly in prose and not necessarily well- it/ there are something I have some familiarity with… haiku, to me, suggests balance and infinity, and that is why I chose this way, this time. I’m glad that you, as a seasoned and adept haiku writer found something of value in this. best to you.
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Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: March 31, 2008
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It is just this lad!
nameless and soon forgotten. Hopefully we get another chance to come back around and make a "better" name for ourselves. But soon forgotten still.
Every body looses but many think they're ahead of the race. Blind fools.
Short, simple and very deep.
Hope many read it and realize the self-torture they put themselves through,
Tammy
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Posted by: TAMMYHENDRIX [Member] On: March 31, 2008
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cheers, Tammy
I don't think there's anything so frightening about namelessness. often, in fact, I think it would be a relief... some people try and take it with the, their name, try and secure a legacy for themselves, as if we'll need identities or egos in the next world. ha! letting go is, in the end, hard, but necessary.
thanks for reading, the best to you.
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Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: March 31, 2008
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