tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post115377880312855020..comments2024-03-18T20:41:39.140-07:00Comments on C. E. Chaffin's Blog: Faux Photographer Apprehends and Displays Naked Woman: Poem, "In Your Hands."C. E. Chaffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1153856798326354622006-07-25T12:46:00.000-07:002006-07-25T12:46:00.000-07:00Thanks much for the kind words about the poem. Es...Thanks much for the kind words about the poem. Especially Anon's confession of envy, an experience I share towards the work of many poets. Here's a short poem that has always blown me away:<BR/><BR/>Keeping Things Whole <BR/><BR/>In a field<BR/>I am the absence<BR/>of field.<BR/>This is<BR/>always the case.<BR/>Wherever I am<BR/>I am what is missing.<BR/><BR/>When I walk<BR/>I part the air<BR/>and always<BR/>the air moves in<BR/>to fill the spaces<BR/>where my body's been.<BR/><BR/>We all have reasons<BR/>for moving.<BR/>I move<BR/>to keep things whole.<BR/><BR/> -- Mark StrandC. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1153849222213791412006-07-25T10:40:00.000-07:002006-07-25T10:40:00.000-07:00I see that you are "bouncing back." ;-)I see that you are "bouncing back." ;-)Cyn Bagleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08404416186783891402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1153847703384275922006-07-25T10:15:00.000-07:002006-07-25T10:15:00.000-07:00Your use of the senses in these lines draws me ins...Your use of the senses in these lines draws me inside the poem. There’s a range of imagery here, both marvelous and harrowing, that is effective. The vivid presence evident in the following lines gives me a case of writer's envy:<BR/><BR/>in a secret sunrise of stars <BR/>that explains all the causalities<BR/><BR/>but your eyes are sucked back <BR/>to this moment, furious and finite <BR/>as a fly seizuring against a screen<BR/><BR/>The whistle through the window <BR/>is your suspicion of yourself<BR/><BR/>topiaries of exhaust <BR/>in the shapes of visionaries:<BR/>Jesus, Blake, Jules Verne.<BR/><BR/>The writing stays with the reader after the last line is finished. Good poem.sam of the ten thousand thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04378206265831223396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1153797547830593662006-07-24T20:19:00.000-07:002006-07-24T20:19:00.000-07:00Thanks, Norm. The best poems, I think, come almos...Thanks, Norm. The best poems, I think, come almost hypnagogically--a waking dream of inspiration if you will, no opium dream like "Kubla Khan," perhaps, but pretty damn close. This is one of those poems that wrote itself before I had time to ruin it.C. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1153789024026861332006-07-24T17:57:00.000-07:002006-07-24T17:57:00.000-07:00I've read that poem before CE and recall it rather...I've read that poem before CE and recall it rather vividly. Yes, a good one indeed.<BR/><BR/>take care<BR/>NormAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com