mixed declension
by skewsme

Comment:
More ascension than decline. It's that light before the electrical storm that breathes life even into death. Very Biblical if you're into that crap.

that sign, I just don't get it
by Abra

Comment:
Way to go Phil

IMG_6746
by 2mccs

Comment:
Exquisite. Why you doubt yourself is beyond deserved. Don't for a minute believe you are not a major player here. If at least, believe you are part of the family. This is so good, do not hesitate.

ETA oops that was a bad typo, sorry.

Message edited by author 2017-11-18 02:42:04.

It ain't me, babe
by ubique

Comment:
Your essay is like one of your good DPC comments. A contiguous stream of enlightened gems left on our trail for us to discover. I can imagine you skipping along in your budgie smugglers daintily picking out each morsel of a photograph from a basket and dropping it while uttering a pearl of wisdom as it falls into place on the ground. We are children gleefully scrambling along behind picking up these treasures and creating our own stories from them. If it were a stage show I would haveDame Edna Everage (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wpSDNj5HaU) play your part. An essay of unique ubique beauty.

Message edited by author 2017-11-17 02:09:17.

Light
by posthumous

Comment:
Somewhat melancholy and filled with lament. I like the lonely openness, the detachment, the looking back and the final realisation of solitude. The imagery of the shaken off ceilings that give freedom at the cost of a loss is really a coherent message throughout. It is a deep inner fear that is exposed or a dreaded reality. I've had dreams such as these, albeit under the effects of (legal) hallucinatory medication, but I never related them in a poem. Maybe I'm right off the mark, but it works for me. Thank you.

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by primabarbara

Comment:
I love how you have the eye. The unconscious but laborious attention to detail. You have the sword now use it mercilessly without restraint. A lovingly continuity prevails. Well done.

Pairs of sorts
by mitalapo

Comment:
To paraphrase Francis Bacon...Some essays are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested..... This, for me, to be the last. Thanks for the celebration of life.

s00
by mariuca

Comment:
Such humour, you do live a wonderland of opportunity. Je ne sais pas and spontaneous mimicry are favourites. I agree with Clive that you have a fabulous eye that is constantly scanning for those defining moments of relationships. I envy your opportunity of situation as I do Henry's. Lovely work as usual.

Where the Water Runs Slow
by insteps

Comment:
I always admire the way you combine human environments with geometry. You have a knack of the juxtaposition that expresses function and form, the practicalities of living in an organic but sophisticated social landscape. It displays the slow monochromic churning of life that is both enticing and sombre. A very intuitive and realistic look, well done.

Canal 1
by rooum

Comment:
Clive, I love the mood you have created with the distorted reflections. I t reminds me of a real life version of The World's End movie in a kind of way, though I could be wrong. Paul is correct in remembering that we all have these people in our lives. Your essay makes me wonder if we ourselves are remembered as one of these characters rather than just an observer. Wonderful work meshing reality with your well honed craft.