tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919416546828451538.post5924895900865921064..comments2023-04-13T09:06:24.604-04:00Comments on the blind lantern: 'tis a bright blessing to be someone's pocket coal glow memory...Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999874043900192348noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919416546828451538.post-40669876393244840562015-12-18T22:40:48.363-05:002015-12-18T22:40:48.363-05:00For me, the title might as well be the whole poem....For me, the title might as well be the whole poem. It speaks to the elation one feels at knowing he/she lights up another person's life in the most beautiful way possible.<br /><br />"before Yule, we are<br />wanting, to watch" ... This is another one of those layered sections that embeds multiple meanings. Inside of "Yule" hides "you lay." "We are wanting" means that the group in which you include yourself is left wanting, craving, hungry for ... what/whom is not clear. But I'm picturing it being a woman. Perhaps a woman who can't be touched. Something in the vain of a stripper, that sort of energy/atmosphere, anyway. And if you can't have her, then you at least want to watch her. You and all these other men.<br /><br />I love this:<br />"most of us are reader(s) <br />of our underbelly places"<br /><br />"some thing shiny <br />or dark tidal briny <br />things sugary <br />or malodorous <br />and magnetic" ... I imagine this theme runs throughout your poetry, but here again, I see the sea goddess you're desperate to have but can't.<br /><br />"less leaf and seed" ... This is a reference to Adam, covering his "seed" with a fig leave. Only now you're the ashamed, nearly naked man, hiding out in your car. A present-day Adam, feeling like he's going to get caught being naughty, disobeying God, letting his eyes/mind/hands wander. "Automated motion." Ha.<br /><br />The section from "models" down to "by-ways" followed by "no one sees me" makes me think the speaker is experimenting with bisexuality. Maybe he's sneaking around to check out men as well as women.<br /><br />"No one sees me on the slate wall." That's what you think. ;) This place is your slate wall. Your chalkboard. The white on black that you think no one reads or understands. That means that you think your poetry is your secret diary because (almost) no one "gets it."<br /><br />"I am blending in, to" ... This is the worst feeling in the world. "I am blending into." By blending in, you're being ripped apart.<br /><br />I love this line: "this modernity is odd weather"<br /><br />And this:<br />"when the dark becomes <br />mantra and hungry need"<br /><br />"we will need a higher angled Sun" ... This makes me think you're being funny, secretly picturing Jesus (the Son) as a "higher" (smoking pot) "angel." That hanging "hung" line break toward the end really highlights the theme of this piece, if you ask me. But you didn't. So I'm sure you're just talking about being joyful at Christmas. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919416546828451538.post-27426057900348373522015-12-17T22:10:10.641-05:002015-12-17T22:10:10.641-05:00Awesome! Awesome! S.M. Abeleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13199006566274137635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919416546828451538.post-42223863020688453192015-12-17T19:41:45.340-05:002015-12-17T19:41:45.340-05:00I agree, on all counts.I agree, on all counts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com